zeldathemes

Rory | obsessive 18-year-old | hopes to be a sequential art major

very distracting & slightly arousing

[What the fuck. I have not fucking clue what to call this. IT’S A DESTIEL PROPOSAL OKAY. A PROPOSAL.]

Castiel had never looked so tired.

It had been months since they’d started officially living together (that mostly meant that they got a motel room separate from Sam), and even long since Castiel had official been booted out of heavy by the almighty.

He appeared to Dean to be constantly worried. About what, the other man could only guess. Though, it didn’t really take a lot of effort to come up with some convincing scenarios.

There had to be a way… Some way of getting his mind away from whatever was troubling it. 

So Dean lounged there on the bed, arms casually wrapped around his fallen angel, frowning down at him.

As always, it took Castiel quite a while to realize that something was off. When he finally did notice Dean’s eyes trained on him, he dropped his head back.

"What is it, Dean?" he asked in his typical deeper-than-you’d expect voice.

He had some atrocious bags under his eyes,—had it really been so long and Dean hadn’t noticed him not sleeping?—his hair was messier than normal, and there was a slackness in his face that was worrying.

Dean had been planning something like this for a while, but now seemed like a good time as any. Especially with his angel looking so worn and beaten. 

"Nothing. Just thinking."

Castiel paused, his brow furrowing. “Thinking?”

"Yeah, believe it of not, Sam isn’t always the brains of the operation,” Dean replied, a hand sliding through his hair.

Castiel made a ‘pffft’ noise, rolling his eyes, an action he wouldn’t have thought him capable of a year previously. Maybe even less. No, definitely less.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You."

"Me?"

"No, the other little, winged man laying across my stomach." It was Dean’s turn to roll his eyes. 

They sat in silence for a long moment.

He did it quick. No elaborate words or anything.

"Cas, marry me."

"Uh, what?" Castiel sat up, an elbow digging into Dean’s ribs.

"Ow— you heard me. Marry me. If you want. But I mean, I’d marry me—Hey!” Castiel dug his elbow hard and on purpose into his ribs again. Dean half laughed, half groaned in pain. “So? Will you?”

Castiel was silent, looking down on the hunter. He leaned forward quickly, contact his lips to Dean’s. He held them there, extending the kiss. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against Dean’s.

For the first time in several weeks, Castiel gave him a genuine smile. 

"Yes. I’ll marry you."

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This is for Riley. Do you realize that over half of everything I write is for your prompts? ily