Imdestieltrash-blog - Destiel Trash

THAT WAS ADORABLE

It happened once when they were watching a movie together. Cas’s head was on Dean’s lap as the hunter carded his fingers though the angel’s hair. It wasn’t really even a funny movie. And, it had been so quiet Dean had almost missed it: The tiny huff from the angel, his lips turning to a smile and the slight movement against Dean’s thigh.

Dean smiled, staring at the angel, his fingers stilling. “God, Cas,” he whispered. “Did you just laugh?”

Blue, crinkly eyes smiled up at him: “Yeah,” he said. “This is a funny movie.”

Dean started working his fingers through Cas’s hair again, amused. “Not really, though,” Dean said. But he couldn’t help but stare at the angel, waiting anxiously for it to happen again. To Dean’s disappointment, it didn’t.

But he couldn’t get it out of his head. He had to hear it again.

So, he tried telling jokes at dinner. Sometimes Cas would smile, but usually he just squinted, confused.

Then, he tried scaring Cas with similar results. Finally, in desperation, cuddled up next to the angel in bed, he even tried tickling him. And, if an awkward, “Dean, what are you doing?” was the desired result, then the experiment had been a thousand percent successful.

It really shouldn’t have bothered Dean, but for some reason it really did. He woke up next to Cas the next morning, biting his lip.

Cas stretched, yawning, his hair messy as if he’d slept, though they both knew he hadn’t.

“Dean?” Cas asked when he saw the hunter’s face. “What’s wrong?”

Dean rolled his eyes, turning over. “Nothing,” he said, trying to sound casual. “It’s actually really stupid.”

Cas grabbed the hunter’s shoulder pulling him back down, then climbed on top of Dean pinning him with a mischievous look.

“Dean…” Cas scolded.

Dean sighed. “I just wanted to hear you laugh again. I’ve been trying for days, but you kind of have a stick up your ass.”

Suddenly, Cas smiled. He leaned his head down until his forehead rested on Dean’s.

“You are ridiculous,” the angel said. Then, Cas started laughing. Genuinely. Dean started smiling, too, pulling Cas’s shirt in for a series of kisses that broke apart every few seconds with a chuckle or a smile as they rolled around on the bed. The whole thing was comical, and as Cas had put it; ridiculous. When they broke away, they were both out of breath, flopping on their backs with a grin.

“Thanks,” said Dean with a huff.

Cas gave him a quick peck on the forehead: “anytime.”

Can someone make this into a fanfiction and tag me?

My way of flirting is looking at the person I’m attracted to and hoping they’re braver than I am.

Y’all I’m having so much trouble continuing my fanfiction, I want to scrap it so bad but I have so many ideas for it, I just don’t know how to get to those points.