Destiel and 💘 please, sweetie! // @fanficsandfluff
I kinda ended up writing like a full-fledge fiction, so I’m also going to put this in my master post, lol. I call it, National Tickle Day! (Creative, right? -.-)
“Dean! We need donuts!”
“Dean! I got burgers!”
“Dean! Give me a hug!”
Castiel had only been on earth for a few years, so he was still figuring some things out. One thing that he figured out is that he very much enjoyed celebrating every. Single. Dumb. National ___ Day.
Oh, it’s National Donut Day? Well, prepare for Castiel to come barreling in with boxes upon boxes of free donuts. National Beer Day? Cas is going to consume alcohol until he manages to get hammered.
Dean knew about this little ‘quirk’ of his boyfriend’s, and at first he had found it endearing. At first.
On the morning of January 31st, Dean had calmly been laying on his bed, watching T.V.. Castiel had noticed this, and took it as an advantage. He strode over to the hunter and sat in the middle of his bed.
“Hey Ca-HAS!” Dean shrieked as the angel wasted no time pinching his boyfriend’s sides.
Dean curled backwards, pushing at the offending hands. “CahahAHAS! Stahahap!” He giggles out, successfully catching the other’s hands momentarily.
“Whyhy are yohou doing thahat?” He asked, residual giggles pouring out through his sentence.
“Because it’s National Tickle Day.” Cas stated calmly, as if this was a normal occurrence. “I’m simply trying to appropriately celebrate it.”
“Wehell don’t.” Dean said, still holding his angel’s hands back.
Cas tilted his head. “Do you not enjoy being tickled?”
“Stop saying that.”
“Cas!” Dean said, face turning deeply red.
“Dean, both Sam and I have tickled you before. It appears as if you enjoy it.”
“Just drop it, and stop saying it.”
“But I am trying to celebrate National Tickle Day.”
Dean finally broke. “You want to celebrate? Fine, let’s celebrate!” He said, then pouncing onto Castiel. He pushed him onto the pillows, wasting no time digging into his angel’s tummy. The reaction was immediate.
“Dehehean!!” He squeaked, giggling like a mad man. Dean hadn’t heard Cas laugh like this in ages. It was a beautiful sound.
“What is it, Angel? I thought you wanted to celebrate!” He teased, moving to his ribs. Cas was thrashing like a mad man, arms clenched down by his sides.
“NohOHO! PLEHEHEHAHASE!” He plead when Dean moved down to his thighs.
“Awwh, why babe? Does it tickle?” The Winchester couldn’t keep the smirk out of his voice. He was enjoying this way too much for that.
“YEHEHES!!” Castiel admitted. Dean’s heart warmed at how innocent Castiel was. He wanted to savor every moment of this. He slowed his tickling, fingers just gently tracing the insides of his thighs.
“Any last words?” He grinned.
“Dehehean Dehehean Dehean nohohoho! Pleheheahase dohohont!!” He plead, giggling in anticipation.
“Don’t what?” He raised his eyebrows. This was his absolute favorite trick, and he knew Cas would take the bait.
“Ticklehehe mehe!” And right he was.
“Well, if you insist!” He dove in, squeezing from top of his thigh to right above the knee cap and back up, not following any specific pattern to keep the angel on edge. He spidered his fingers across the knee caps and threw a few hip squeezes in every now and again, keeping the other in stitches.
When Castiel’s pleas fell silent, he knew he’d had enough. Even though angels didn’t have to breathe, they could still have enough. By the tears of mirth running down his eyes, Dean knew Cas had had enough. After a few more good squeezes, he slowed his fingers to a light teasing, keeping the angel giggling.
“How was that for a celebration?” He asked, smiling brightly. Cas just curled into himself and continued giggling.
“Yohohou’re cruel..” he said after some time. Dean laughed and poked his side, causing the other’s entire body to jolt.
“Guys? What the hell was all that noise?” Sam asked as he entered the room. When he saw a giggling heap of angel and his brother slowly creeping towards him, he knew he was screwed.
“Heya, Sammy. Guess what day it is?” Dean said as he approached his backing up little brother.
“Thursday..?” Sam replied. Dean just smirked.
“National Tickle Day.” He said. Sam’s eyes grew in fear, but it was too late. Dean pounced on him, knocking him to the floor, and soon there was another pleading mess in the bunker.