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@queen-rowenas’s follower celebration day one: candlelight / date night

The bunker is quiet and dark when Cas gets home, the clang of the door closing echoing through the war room.

He frowns at the dimmed lights, certain of the time down to the second. It’s still early evening, not late enough for the bunker’s light system to switch to its late night settings to conserve power.

Traffic had actually been light on his drive back from town, a trip to the post office for Sam and the bakery for Dean. Setting Sam’s box of some lended grimoires from a friendly coven and the pie Cas had spotted in the bakery window on the map table, the angel took extra care in handling the pie box.

At least the eery quiet has an explanation. Sam is visiting Eileen, and Jack is helping Claire with a hunt for the weekend. So it’s just Dean and Cas at the bunker. Which is nothing unusual.

So he shouldn’t be feeling the flutter of his grace as takes quick steps through the bunker to find Dean, shuffling the pie box in his hands.

Except things are different now.

It’s been twelve days, four hours, and nineteen minutes since they shared their first kiss. And they’ve shared many soft moments since then, shy and hesitant, growing accustomed to being allowed to touch, to be tender.

Dean had seemed a little…off when Cas had left for the afternoon. Antsy. Not quite looking Cas in the eye as he pressed a hasty kiss to his cheek.

A clatter from the kitchen startles the air, followed by scuffling steps, and Dean stumbles out into the hall, nearly colliding with the angel.

“Hey.” Dean smiles, voice too high and eyes too wide.“You’re home early.”

His hands wring in the stained apron wrapped around his waste, and there’s a streak of something wiped across his forehead. He’s wearing a dark blue button-up that compliments his shoulders. Cas can recall Dean wearing it exactly once. It is a carefully preserved memory.

He looks all too real and yet like something from a dream.

“The line at the post office was short,” Cas says, at a loss.

“Short.” Dean nods absently, hands on his hips. “Good. That’s…good.” His eyes dart around for a moment as the hall falls silent, thoughts flitting across his face.

Cas motions back down the hall. “Should I not be here?”

Dean’s eyes snap back into focus. “What? No! I mean, yeah—it’s just.” He rubs the back of his neck and nods, sucking in a breath. “Yes. Come on in.”

He motions for Cas to enter before faltering, hands floundering at his sides before stepping in close to press a kiss to Cas’s cheek. “Hi,” he murmurs, hovering close.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Okay, let me just—” Dean slaps the light off and whips his apron from his waist, leaving the angel at the threshold, grabbing a few plates of food from the counter and haphazardly tucking a bottle under his arm to deposit them on the table. “Didn’t really have time to clean up yet, but it’s fine.”

Cas can only stare at the scene. It’s the familiar aftermath of Dean’s cooking, an organized chaos of pots and dishes, some cleaned and some still scattered across the counter.

But there’s more.

For one, there are enough candles to constitute a fire hazard although Castiel would never allow a flame to touch Dean Winchester. They cast the room in a soft, hazy light, sharpening the line of Dean’s jaw as he circles the kitchen.

Scrambling for the only two wine glasses they own, Dean nearly knocks over the record player from the Dean Cave tucked in the corner, Taylor Swift’s Folklore vinyl crooning softly.

The side of the pie box folds in under his hold and startles Cas enough to knock him out of his reverie. He takes a few steps inside and carefully sets the box down.

“What is all of this?”

“Oh, it’s uh—” Dean goes to rub the back of his neck again before stopping himself. “It’s a date night.”

He shrugs. “I figured now that we’re…you know, together, I should actually woo you. Wine and dine you and stuff. So I got the dinner and the flowers—”

His eyes grow wide, and he curses under his breath. “Hang on.” And he turns and races out of the kitchen.

As the rapid footsteps fade down the hall, Cas shakes his head, unbearably fond and almost overwhelmed. He turns to look at the table and his grace swells in his chest.

There’s a burger for Dean on one side, but the other has an assortment. There’s a grilled cheese sandwich, a meal Cas finds comfortingly close to peanut butter and jelly but more tolerable as an angel. There’s toast topped with an absurd amount of butter with jars of honey and jam from the farmer’s market beside it. And in the center is a stack of pancakes with a fruit and whipped cream smiley face on top. Cas had been particularly fond of that breakfast when they had it a few mornings ago.

Beside the meal sits a mug of hot chocolate, whipped cream swirled expertly on top, and a glass of wine. Cas’s two preferred beverages when he’s feeling indulgent.

It’s the most absurd meal Cas has ever seen. And he loves it.

The footsteps return, and Dean stumbles into the door frame, out of breath. He straightens and holds out a bundle of sunflowers tied together with twine. “These are for you, sunshine,” he says with a smirk and a wink, something that would be a lot smoother if he wasn’t visibly sweating.

“Thank you, Dean.”

Cas shifts the flowers to one hand and reaches out for Dean’s, but Dean breezes past him, incapable of staying still.

“Okay, I fixed all of your favorites, so this is probably the weirdest meal I’ve ever made, but you can just dig in.” He spins around, startling Cas back a step. “Or not! I mean, if you’re not in the mood to eat, that’s okay too. We can just save it for later if you want. It’s just…” Dean shrugs, looking away and growing quiet. “Whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?” Cas moves in closer, leaning past Dean to set his flowers down on the seat.

“Yeah. It’s your night, buddy.”

“Good.”

In one motion, Cas crowds him back into the table and kisses him. Dean startles, one hand nearly landing in the toast, before melting into him. He raises both hands to Cas’s face, one carding back into his hair. Cas can taste the wine on his tongue. He presses in more before drawing back, and Dean sways with him, letting out a shuddering breath.

“You.” Cas presses another kiss to his cheek. “Are wonderful.”

Dean blinks, dazed eyes still trained on Cas’s mouth.“We should—the food’s gonna get cold.” His hands are still running idly through Cas’s hair. Hands that prepared this meal and got flowers for a date night, in their home.

“Of course.” Cas squeezes his hip before stepping back and around to sit down. He smiles as Dean takes a wobbly step to his seat, the candlelight doing nothing to hide his blush. “I don’t believe I’ve ever been on a date before.”

“Well, buckle up because this is only the start. I’m gonna date the crap outta you,” Dean says, picking up his burger.

Cas hums, smiling around a bite of pancakes. “I suppose I’ll have to do my own research. To romance you.”

“Trust me, sweetheart. You’ve already done that plenty.”

��Perhaps.” Cas reaches across the table and takes Dean’s ready hand. “But I would still like to take you somewhere. Treat you to an evening that expresses my affections for you.”

Dean’s eyes widen. “Uh, yeah. We can do that if you want.”

Watching Dean blink, the dim light flickering across his face and throat as he swallows, Cas knows that he would do anything for Dean Winchester. Because he deserves nice things, soft things like candlelit dinners and soft music and tender affection.

He smiles and runs his thumb over the back of Dean’s hand. “It’s a date.”

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uncensored-alchemy · 2 years

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For @queen-rowenas follower celebration, day 4, daylight/morning!

Rated: Teen | Destiel | 1709 words

Tags: Post-finale, fix-it of sorts, established relationship, fluff, a little bit of angst but with a happy ending.

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As Dean wakes, he reaches out, eyes still closed. His fingers meet creased sheets.

"Cas?" he asks, cracking his eyes open.

Sunlight floods in through the window, casting streaks of light across the bed, across the timber walls of their cabin. He buries his face in the crook of his arm. Just two more seconds of dark, two more seconds of the warm bed, before he goes to investigate what Cas is up to.

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he stumbles into the kitchen.

"Good morning," Cas greets him, turning to face Dean only for a second and shooting him a small smile. He then turns back to the stove as he pours batter into an iron skillet.

Dean sleepily stumbles up to him and wraps his arms around Cas' waist, even before getting a fix of his desperately craved morning coffee. He looks over Cas' shoulder as the smell of pancakes rises from the pan.