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Christmas in Wisconsin - A Destiel Fanfic (part 4)

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    When he was no longer facing Castiel, and they were walking back down the sidewalk, away from the motel, Dean could finally speak again.
    "Hey, uh, Cas?" He asked cautiously.
    "Yes, Dean?" Castiel replied.
    "I just, uh, wanted to say, you know…thanks; thanks for everything," Dean stammered.
    "You're most welcome, Dean," Castiel accepted casually.
    "No, man, you don't understand," he pressed.
    "I understand completely," the angel replied. "And, like I said, you're welcome. You have saved my life just as many times as I have saved yours; we are, what do you call it, even?"
    It was not what Dean had meant, but to be honest, Dean did not even know what he had meant when he said it. So Dean just nodded and kept walking in silence.

    Since Castiel was on Dean's right, Dean was closer to the garbage can they walked past. Trying to be as discrete as possible, he swept his hand along the lid, collecting the snow in his hand as he walked. Packing it as best as he could with one hand, he got ready.
    With a quick flick of his wrist, Dean sent the snow flying towards Castiel's face. As he did so though, Castiel nonchalantly reached up and redirected the snow into Dean's face with his angel mojo.
    "Hey!" Dean exclaimed, trying to get the cold, melting snow out of his shirt.
    "Dean, you do realize that I notice every move you make," Castiel explained calmly.
    Dean went silent, waiting for the right moment to strike back. He did not have to wait long though, as Castiel followed Dean's lead and turned off the sidewalk into the small park near the motel.

    The two of them walked quietly, and the second they passed under the tree, Dean reached up and shook the lowest branch.
    Once again, Castiel flicked the snow onto Dean with not so much as a glance.
    "Dean, I don't wish to play games," Castiel stated, turning to face a very frustrated Dean.
    "Yeah, yeah, you're here to watch over me, not have fun," Dean mocked. "But why can't you do both?" he whined, desperately wanting to joke around and tease the angel, since it was the only thing he could do that would not make Castiel aware of Dean's feelings towards him.
    Castiel sighed, closing his eyes. "Third times the charm," Dean thought as he launched one final snowball at Castiel.
    The angel's eyes flew open, but before he could send it in another direction with a simple flick of his wrist, it smacked him in the face.
    "GOTCHA!" Dean whooped in triumph.
    As the snow slide off Castiel's face and onto the ground, Dean noticed that, despite the closed eyes, the angel was smirking. He opened his eyes, looking straight at Dean. Dean was busy admiring the sly, playful glint in Castiel's eye, when enough snow to bury Dean alive slammed into his back.
    Dean felt himself falling, and in a desperate attempt to get revenge on Castiel, he reached out, grabbing the angel by the shoulders and pulling him down with Dean.
    Dean landed hard on his back in the snow, but he did not mind because he had succeeded in bringing Castiel down too. Castiel lay sprawled across Dean's chest; his legs were on the right side of Dean's body, his head hanging over Dean's left shoulder, one hand in the snow near Dean's left waist, and the other over his right shoulder. Castiel pushed himself up just enough to look at Dean. With a sigh, he relaxed, resting his forehead on the hunter's forehead, allowing their noses to touch. Dean moved his right hand to Castiel's waist, and slid his left along the angel's shoulder to the back of his neck.
    Forcing his chin towards Castiel, and applying a bit of pressure to the back of his neck, Dean closed his eyes and gently kissed the angel. He felt the angel's lips twist into a smile as he tilted his head to the side and kissed Dean back.
    After a few minutes of kissing, Castiel pulled back, staring at Dean for a few seconds before moving his arms up around Dean's neck and resting his head on Dean's shoulder.
    "I love you, Dean," the angel whispered, breaking the silence.
    Dean's breath caught in his throat. "I love you too, Cas," he breathed as a clock chimed midnight in the distance. "Merry Christmas," Dean murmured into the angel's hair; his angel's hair. "My angel," he thought to himself with a smile. "Could this Christmas get any better?"
Dean's short temper gets him into a lot of trouble with Castiel.

Or so he thinks.

PART 1 CAN BE FOUND HERE --> [link]
PART 2 CAN BE FOUND HERE --> [link]
PART 3 CAN BE FOUND HERE --> [link]


I really hope you liked it!! I'm considering writing more fics, but I don't know for sure yet.
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