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Some of my favorite domestic destiel thoughts:

-Cas and Dean arguing over who does the dishes. Playing rock paper scissors for it, Dean always loses because he always chooses scissors.

-Cas threatening Dean with all the rage of heaven if he doesn’t start picking up his beer bottles

-Cas waking up before Dean every morning and planting a gentle kiss on Dean’s lips causing Dean’s mouth to twitch into a sleepy smile

-Cas and Dean fighting over the remote

-Dean cooking his special hamburgers anytime Cas wants because he knows how much his angel loves them

-taking bubble baths together and making bubble beards

-Cas rubbing Dean’s sore back after a hard hunt

-Cas unable to keep his eyes off a grease covered Dean after he comes back in from working in the Impala.

-Going grocery shopping and arguing over who gets to push the shopping cart and who gets to carry the heavy items into the bunker.

-Cas kissing every one of Dean’s wounds and scars to let him know he loves every part of him

-Dean failing miserably at a romantic dinner because he’s so distracted by how beautiful Cas is that he burns dinner.

-Cas saying he doesn’t need the dinner, all he needs is Dean before placing a gentle kiss on Dean’s lips.

Dorks and Motorcycles-Destiel by captaindestiel1

 TV » Supernatural Rated: M, English, Romance & Angst, Words: 14k+, Favs: 2, Follows: 6, Published:Mar 22 Updated: 15h agoChapter 1

“Castiel!” yelling came from downstairs as a figure grunted in the bed, blue eyes barely open. “ugh mom…shut it…” he groaned, turning over to glance at the time on his phone. it read 7:53 am. “Castiel James Novak!” The woman screamed again “you have school in seven minutes. get up!” Groaning he sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“Ugh mom I’m up!” he yelled in response. shuffling over to his closet pulling his school uniform out of the floor. It was a bit wrinkled but he didn’t care. Slipping on his dress pants and under shirt, Castiel hooked his wallet chain to the belt loop and secured his wallet in his back pocket. He walked past a tall mirror in the corner of his room to grab his dress shirt, which was lazily draped over a chair. He looked in the mirror for a moment. Castiel had been in sports all his life up until he started high school (quite against his will he might add) he was still very toned, lean, but his arms looked like they could knock a guy out in two second flat. “Castiel! I’m not telling you again! Get down here this instant!” his mother screamed. Ignoring her, he spotted his blue and gold striped tie hanging on the door. Grabbing it and slipping on his dress shirt he headed to the kitchen. His mother was in the kitchen cooking, back turned while his father sat at the table, coffee in hand, nose stuck in the paper as he ignored the world. Grabbing a croissant of the counter, his mother finally noticed his presence. Turning around she looked disapprovingly at her sons appearance. 

“Honestly Castiel.” She fussed as she began to tuck in his shirt. “You’re seventeen years old and you can’t even bother to properly dress yourself?” she scolded. He ignored her and began to walk out the door. “Jimmy! tell your son not to walk away when I’m talking to him!” she shouted. Not even bothering to look up from the paper he grunted back in response “He’s at that age Naomi, he’ll outgrow it.” She huffed and turned to reprimand Castiel again but he had already walked out the door. “Ugh, she is so overbearing.” Castiel groaned as he walked into the garage to grab his bike. she was sleek, a 1967 Harley Davidson. black as the pavement she rested against. He had named her “Seraph” his parents were religious nuts, which is why he was named after an angel. Seraph was a class of Angel,and he just thought it was a fitting name for the bike that felt like heaven as he rode it.

“Cas!” he heard a voice behind him. It was his neighbor Balthazar. He went to the same prep school as Cas, wearing the same uniform as him but instead of a dress shirt he wore a low cut v neck shirt under his uniform blazer, accompanied by an ungodly amount of necklaces and pendants. “Late again huh Cas?” Balthazar joked as he looked at his friend, blue eyes rivaling Cas’s own. “I see your not at school either Balthazar.” Cas grunted as he slung his leg over the bike. “My mom didn’t wake me up.” Balthazar commented as he ran his fingers through his short blonde hair. “I was hoping I could catch a ride with you.” Cas sighed .”Fine get on.”

Grinning, Balthazar swung a leg over the bike, wrapping his arms around Cas’s waist. “Oh Cassy baby, you’re so toned.” Balthazar joked as he tightened his grip.

“Shut up Balthazar.” Cas snapped at him. Balthazar flirted with everyone, guy or girl he didn’t care. He was simply a flirt. Finally revving the bike, they sped off on the way to school. Finally reaching the campus, Cas parked his bike and promptly untucked his shirt. Him and Balthazar headed to class. Entering the class, Cas strode in not making eye contact with anyone. “Oh Castiel Novak, how kind of you to join us, only 45 minutes late.” his teacher scowled. Balthazar strolled in right after Cas, acting like he owned the place. “Sorry Anna love, Cassy and I were just having private time.” He winked at her, causing her face to grow red. half anger half blush. “That’s Mrs. Milton, Balthazar now sit down.”

Shrugging he sat at his desk, still grinning. “Now class, pair up with a partner, and Castiel and Balthazar you can’t be partners. again.” the teacher added. “Alright Anna, I’ll just pair up with this cutie here.” Balthazar chucked, slinging his arm around the nervous blonde girl next to him, who giggled. “Fine. Okay, everyone have a partner?” she asked scanning the room. “Dean, come up here and be partners with Castiel.” Cas looked back to see a sheepish boy head to the front of the room. He was fairly attractive for a dork, Cas thought as Dean sat beside him. Dean was basically the opposite of Cas. Shirt tucked, tie pulled tight around his neck. His light brown hair was slightly spiked in the front but neat. Long lashes fell over stunning emerald eyes as Dean glanced at at Cas from under them. “Hi, I’m Dean.” He said sheepishly, face turning red under freckles. Dean wore glasses too, small frames that almost hid his bright green eyes. “what a shame”,Cas thought. “I’m Cas.” he nodded in response to the shy boy. Dean tried the make him self look as small as he could but Cas could see toned muscles under his dress shirt. “Alright class!” the teacher spoke pulling Cas out of his thoughts. “This is a two week assignment, pick a famous figure and do a report together.”

 Dean fidgeted next to Cas the whole class. They couldn’t figure out who they wanted to do their report on. Dean suggested Abe Lincoln, Cas wanted to do Stevie Nix. “Oh how about the lead singer of Night Ranger? He was a cool dude.” Cas suggested. “What’s Night Ranger?” Dean asked as he looked up from his notebook. “What’s Night Ranger? Are you kidding me man?” Dean looked at him confused. “You’ve never heard the song Sister Christian?” Dean shook his head. “Alright who ever we pick, we are going to work on it at my house.” Cas, determined to educated Dean in music added “And I’m going to teach you about Night Ranger.” By the end of class Cas and Dean decided on Leonardo da Vinci. It was the only one suggested that was approved. As Dean headed to his next class he heard a voice behind him. “Dean wait up!” it was Castiel Novak jogging to catch up with him. panting as he reached Dean. “Gimme your phone.” Cas demanded. “What?” Dean felt his face turn red. “I need to text you just in case,since we are working together.” Dean hesitantly handed over his phone. Cas typed his number in. Dean watched as he did so. Cas was very good looking Dean thought. He admittedly had trouble keeping his eyes off of bad boy Cas but never spoke to him before, and now he was getting Castiel Novak’s number.

“there.” he said handing the phone back to Dean. “I’ll pick you up after class and we can go to my place.” Dean nodded as his face turned pink “0kay, I’ll see you later.” Dean said quietly. “See ya.” Cas smiled and gave a half wave as he headed down the hall. A few hours later school had ended. The halls bustling with students,who Dean nearly ran into. Surely enough some one bumped into Dean, knocking his glasses off. Sighing as he got on his knees to look for them. Finally locating them he reached for them, only to see a small hand grab them and hand them to him. “Thanks Charlie.” Dean commented as he slipped them back on. “No problem kiddo!” the girl grinned. Charlie had fiery red hair and was about the same height as Dean.

 The messenger bag slung over her shoulder was littered with Harry Potter and Game of Thrones buttons. She was Dean’s best friend, she said it her self because they were both major dorks and both preferred their own gender. That was a secret Dean and Charlie kept for each other, though Charlie was more open about her sexuality than Dean was. “So wanna come over and have a Lord of The Rings marathon?” Charlie asked Dean as he brushed off his pants. “Can’t, I’m going to Castiel’s.” Charlie suddenly looked at him excitedly “Bad boy Castiel Novak?!” She grabbed Dean’s shoulders excitedly “You’ve had a crush on that guy since like freshman year!” Dean covered Charlie’s mouth. “Charlie hush, do you want everyone to know?” she mumbled “Sorry” as Dean removed his hand. “I gotta go I’m late.” Dean headed off with Charlie screaming behind him “Go get em tiger!” face red, he proceed down the stairs to the outside of the school. Stopping dead in his tracks when he saw Cas standing by his bike, Balthazar hanging all over him. “Come on Cassy.” Balthazar whined as he nuzzled against Cas’s cheek. “I need a ride.” Cas pushed Balthazar off him, causing the blonde man to pout. “I can’t, my project partner is coming home with me and I can’t fit him and your big flirty ass on my bike.” Balthazar grinned “Oh I see how it is, oh Cassy baby how could you cheat on me?” Balthazar faked sobbed, comically wiping his eyes. Dean continued down the steps until he reached Cas. Cas glared at Balthazar to get lost.

Taking the hint, Balthazar strode off walking past Dean, resting a hand on his shoulder. “You two behave.” he chuckled. “and don’t let him bite, cause he does.”Balthazar winked before moving on, hands shoved in his pockets, whistling a tune. Dean turned to Cas, patiently waiting on his bike. “You comin or what?” Cas questioned, blue eyes piercing Dean. “Y-yeah.” Dean answered nervously. Finally on the bike he sat there dumbstruck. “Put your arms around my waist.” Cas commanded. “O-okay.” Dean stuttered. wrapping his arms loosely around Cas. Revving the engine they sped off, Dean instantly wrapping his arms tighter. Dean had never been on a motorcycle before and he was nervous. Burying his face in Cas’s back as they sped down the road. Cas was warm, comforting as they sped down the road well over the speed limit. Dean never dreamed he would get to hold Castiel Novak, even if it was just to keep himself on the bike. Finally reaching their destination, they stopped in front of Cas’s house. It was huge. two story Victorian with a blue roof and shutters on every window. Getting off the bike Cas wheeled it into the garage. He headed inside, Dean shyly followed. Cas entered the kitchen Dean trailing behind him “Castiel! we are going to have a talk about this morning!” Naomi yelled as she stepped into the kitchen. “You have absolutely…” she stopped in mid sentence when she noticed Dean. “Oh hello dear.” A magazine worthy fake smile across her face.

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