A Sky Full of Stars
Inspired by this!
At exactly three minutes after midnight, Dean and Castiel sneak out of Castiel’s house. They climb out of Castiel’s second floor bedroom, shimmying down the thick, sturdy vines growing outside Castiel’s window that trail down all the way to the front lawn. The two teenagers try to make as little noise as possible, the only sound the rustling of the leaves against their shoes as they make their way to solid ground. However, when Dean gets his foot caught in a knot of leaves a foot off the ground, flailing his arms and tumbling to the ground with a grunt, Castiel can’t contain his laughter. Castiel has his hand covering his mouth as he laughs at Dean trying to muffle the noise from waking his parents. Dean shoots Castiel a lame attempt at a glare when he stands up and brushes the dirt off of his jeans, but his resolve breaks and Dean can’t help but laugh along with his friend.
“Are we going to the top of the hill?” Dean asks once they’ve walked out of earshot of Castiel’s house. He points off in the distance to a hill standing alone in the darkness, haloed by the city lights a few miles away.
Castiel nods. “It’s the only place that will be dark enough.”
Dean grins and Castiel can see the whiteness of his teeth in the dark, “I’ll race you! Ready, set, GO!”
Dean takes off running in the direction of the hill and Castiel bursts after him.
“Last one to the top of the hill is a rotten egg!” Dean yells behind him to Cas as the two teens sprint up the hill, racing each other to the top.
Cas is a few steps behind Dean, but easily catches up to him. Dean looks over and sees that Cas has caught up and playfully bumps into his shoulder to get him to fall behind. Cas yells, “Hey! That’s not fair!” when Dean’s bump causes him to stumble and fall behind a few steps. Cas sprints ahead and manages to pass Dean right at the top of the hill. He collapses onto the grass, heart pounding and breathing heavily. He grins at Dean when the other teen falls down next to him.
“I guess you’re the rotten egg,” Cas deadpans after a few seconds of silence and Dean busts up into laughter.
In the mornings when Dean wakes before Cas, he likes to take a few minutes just to watch him at rest. His chest rises and falls, his eyes shift underneath his lashes, and Dean likes to imagine that he is dreaming of soft flowers, and light kisses, and kind animals.
He leaves his…
HS AU!Gabriel finding Castiel’s diary and reading passages out loud to Castiel’s secret crush, Dean Winchester.
“Dean was wearing a green shirt today. It complimented his eyes. He has beautiful eyes. It goes on like that for bit, I’ll skip to the next entry.”
For mistina60, who requested Cas sending Dean a romantic eCard
Cas knew it was entirely the wrong season for this kind of card, but he didn’t care. The human calendar might put St. Valentine’s Day in mid-February, but he saw no reason he couldn’t ask Dean to be his Valentine…
Dean and Cas being ridiculously, grossly, disgustingly in love though. Like a couple of blissful 16 year olds who’ve never known heartbreak.
Kissing each other over a skillet of scrambled eggs that cooks on the stove, or across a sink full of lilac scented suds and dirty…
(prompt: Dean’s running late, jumps in a cab not realizing Cas is already in there)
His name is Castiel.
He has electric blue eyes, a shy smile that melts Dean’s heart, and a delicious deep voice. He also hates his salesman job, enough to actually seem happy when Dean accidentally jumps into his cab, not knowing it was occupied.
Cas said it was fine, and Dean was in too much of a hurry to wait for another ride.
"I don’t mind," Cas said. "The longer I’m away from the office, the happier I tend to be."
Now they’ve exchanged names and pleasantries and Dean can’t stop staring at Cas - his wild hair, his high cheekbones, his pink lips, his strong jaw.
Dean can’t stop talking either.
"I hate my job, too," Dean admits. Cas looks at him, but Dean continues before he can say anything, "My family lives back in Kansas. I don’t get home often. I don’t even get Christmas off." He laughs, but it falters and fails after a few too-hard chuckles. "I haven’t seen my mom in three years."
"What would you do for work," Cas asks, "if you could do anything else?"