He’s Already Got A Boyfriend

Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel
Pairings: Destiel (pre-destiel)
Word Count: 677
Warnings/Tags: fluff, homophobic language/slurs, High School!Destiel
Status: Complete
Summary/Prompt: This post was the prompt

For dovecas (who wanted this in the tags, so why not!)

[Also on AO3]

Castiel stood at his locker, stuffing his unneeded books into it. He exchanged them for his maths textbook which he’d need next before shutting his locker slowly and then pressing his back against it to take a breather. Maths was the worst. He was throwing his satchel over his shoulder when a body crashed into him, sending Castiel reeling back into his locker slightly stunned, but otherwise unharmed.

“Oh, god! I’m so sorry!” The boy with the dark blond hair said quickly unlocking his locker and pulling books out so harshly they landed haphazardly half in, half out of his back.

“It’s okay.” Castiel smiled at him, watching him stuff the books into the bag. 

“I’m really sorry, man. I, uh, I’m Dean Win,” Castiel cut him off before he could go further.  Castiel’s bright blue eyes and mop of messy black hair hadn’t gone amiss by Dean.

“Dean Winchester, yeah, I’ve heard, your kinda talk of the school at the moment. Considering what you did yesterday. You should keep your head down.”

“Look, ah, sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

“I didn’t tell you.” Cas replied coldly. Dean Winchester, talking to him, that was never going to end well. For all he knew, he’d end up in hospital like the kid he beat up yesterday. But despite this he found himself saying: “My name’s Castiel.”

“Um, anyway, yesterday, that wasn’t me, Castiel, I,”

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Hands Off The Hair

Fandom: Supernatural
Genre: Romace (ish), fluff,
Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Baby!Grace
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Word Count: 1,030
Warnings/Tags: Fluff, really indiscrete flirting, kids 
Status: Complete
Summary/Prompt:You crouched down to coo at my baby but I forgot to tell you their favourite thing to do is to play with people’s hair and now they won’t let go of you 

For sextydean

A long day at work had Dean nearly falling asleep on the train back to his small flat. That was until he spotted a man struggling to get on the train with his child in a pram. Dean got up from his seat, hoping no one would take it while he was doing his good deed and went to help the man.

“Here,” Dean said. “Let me help.” He got a muffled thank you in reply. On any other occasion Dean would, first of all be driving but his car was in the garage, amd most likely have turned a blind eye to them but this guy with his swept black hair and those too-blue-to-be-true blue eyes had him sucked in. Dean picked up the front of the pram, peeking inside and seeing a little girl with eyes as blue as her fathers, or who seemed to be her father anyway.

“She’s cute,” he told the man. Just like her father, he wanted to add.

“Tell me about it, a little monster too.” The blue eyed man grinned and tickled the little girl’s stomach before seating himself down. Once seated, the man took the young girl from the pram and sat her on his lap, jiggling his leg to keep her entertained. Dean sat next to them, his original seat forgotten.

“How old is she?” He wondered.

“Nearly a year and a half.” He told him. “Her name’s Grace.”

“Nice name, you got a name too?” To hell with smooth flirting.

“I certainly do. Do you?” Did he just wink at him?

“You know what I meant, my name’s Dean.”

“Castiel. Most people call me Cas for short.

"Sounds… angelic, bit like you.” Dean winked back at him.

“If you’re trying to be subtle, you’re failing horrifically.” Castiel told him. Dean blushed and looked away.

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