Unpublished Harper’s Bazaar China Jensen photoshoots
9.06, “Heaven Can’t Wait” - I can’t believe I never noticed this before!
The machine Cas is servicing while he talks to Dean - it says, “Big O Slush”. Big O= Orgasm
Cas screws up and spills blue slush all over right when Dean starts talking about them meeting up. So, symbolically, Cas jizzed in his pants at the thought of seeing Dean again!
You requested it, here you go. Also, anatomy? What is even that? I don’t know.
Destiel. Kiss in the back.
Send me a pairing and a number.
AU where Cas is a kindergarten teacher and Dean is a firefighter who comes into his class to teach the little kids about fire safety. Cas hasn’t met Dean before so when he comes into Cas’s classroom brandishing a grin and sparkling green eyes, it takes Cas a few seconds to get his mind going.
After Dean is done teaching the kids the basics of fire safety and how to do the ‘stop, drop and roll,’ Cas walks him out the door.
He pauses in the hallway, placing a light hand on Dean’s arm, a slight blush rising on his cheeks.
"I know this is sudden and I don’t know you but… I think you’re really cute and I’d like to go out sometime if you want."
Cas’s eyes are trained on his feet, he can’t bring himself to raise his eyes and see Dean’s reaction.
"I’d like that," Dean replies and Cas looks up in shock.
Dean’s eyes dance in the light, lips curving into a soft smile and Cas can already tell he’s going to fall head over heels for him.
Teenage Dean sitting on the closed toilet lid in a hotel bathroom to get some space that isn’t taken up by John and Sam and hunting and the memory of Mary, and learning that he can stay behind that locked door longer if he acts like he’s in there to masturbate.
Dean getting a bit older and realizing he can go out “to hang out with girls” and get time away that John won’t begrudge him for— will even look slightly proud of him for— and Sam won’t ask any more questions about what he was doing if Dean starts answering with a made-up name and place and act.
Dean being lonely and craving someone touching him gently, and the sex itself isn’t anything to write home about but getting touched, having someone want to make him feel nice, and being able to please someone (to satisfy someone), that sure is.
cas working at a farmer’s market though
where they sell fresh fruit and vegetables in a rainbow of vibrant colors, and give out free samples of all the seasonal favorites.
and dean works on one of the local farms that supplies produce to the market.
dean doesn’t usually make deliveries, but one day jo is sick so he takes her flatbed truck (complete with wooden sides) and loads it up with all the best peaches and blueberries and strawberries, all ripe and bursting with juice, he can fit so he can bring the farmer’s market its weekly delivery.
and the farmer’s market is small - really it’s just a fresh produce market with all the fruits and vegetables displayed outside under a fabric awning - and cas is the only worker present when dean arrives at dawn with the shipment.
and cas is instantly entranced by dean’s green eyes and the way they glint in the soft morning light… but cas is absolutely hopeless at flirting, and he asks dean things like: “are you on your way to more markets after this?” and “do you ever steal the peaches before you deliver them?”
and dean just blushes and answers each prying question with a shy smile as he and cas carry crates of fruit and display them on tables under the sagging awning.
but poor dean has no idea cas is flirting with him because it just sounds like cas is making conversation. so dean decides to take jo’s delivery route for her every sunday, much to her delight, and he spends time unpacking crates and getting his hands all purple-stained with blueberry juices while he answers all of cas’ strange questions. and if he spends more time thinking about how even blueberries could never compare to the blue of cas’ eyes than actually unpacking the blueberries… well, that’s his business.
dean likes to unpack each crate with cas, so he can brush their juice-stained fingers together every so often and watch the way cas stutters slightly on his next question.
it’s not until a few weeks of dancing around each other like shy, fruit-loving teenagers that dean finally gets the courage to make a move.
"hey, cas, how come you never let me ask any questions?"
cas’ eyes get wide and he blushes in embarrassment as he stutters that of course dean can ask a question.
and dean’s fingers shake too much so he picks up two peaches and holds one in each hand. he holds one out to cas.
"wanna be my partner in crime?" dean asks, a heavy blush on his freckled cheeks because that just sounds cheesy as fuck.
and cas just looks so confused and dean is having trouble finding the right words but he plows on.
"I was thinking you could help me steal these two peaches." Dean places one in Cas’ hand and watches slender fingers close around the soft fruit, hesitantly. "and then I was thinking you could help me steal your heart."
cas looks up at him, brow furrowed and eyes bright and earnest.
"how can you steal something you already have?"
and then cas, for all his handicaps in flirting, places a hand on dean’s flushed cheek and brings their lips together.
dean drops the peach he’s holding and holds onto cas for dear life because they’re kissing in the soft dawn of a warm summer day and the air smells like peaches… but cas tastes like sunlight.
He maybe got a bit creative, too, but apparently God still approved.
I don’t think you understand. That look of non-reaction when he says Dean’s name? That’s because he’s used to hearing Dean pray to him; he thinks Dean is praying to him right now. And that’s what Cas says when Dean prays to him every night. “Dean.”
Dean might say mean I love you when he says “I need you,” but Cas says “I love you”, when he says “Dean.”