Wholesome Destiel: Dean's idea of a great honeymoon
Dean decided to take his husband to his favorite bar.
The angel watched with a small grin as Dean played a game of pool with the other regulars. The blonde eyed the scene with a beer in his hand. His cocky little smirk widened as he watched his opponents struggle. Before he knew it, Dean had won and had stumbled back to the bar for another drink. Cas sighed, he knew the man couldn’t help himself when it came to alcohol. He walked up to him and sat next to his husband.
Smiling, Dean winked at him. His cheeks were beet red. “Hey, gorgeous.” He turned to the bartender. “Another shot and whatever this fine lady wants.”
“I think you've had enough, Dean.” The angel responded, gripping his arm.
Dean pulled away. “Woah, woah. Hey, I’ll admit, you're a hot piece of ass, but I’m married.”
Cas squinted his eyes in confusion. “Yeah, I know. I was there, Dean.” The dark-haired man interlocked their arms, using a little more strength to drag him towards the door.
Dean struggled a bit under his grasp but he was nowhere near as strong as Cas on a good day and his body had been severely weakened by alcohol. “Hands off, man! My husband’s gonna kill me if he sees this!”
A sigh of annoyance escaped the angel. “Dean, I AM your husband.” Cas got sick of Dean’s drunk shit and scooped his arm under his legs, carrying him bridal style out of the bar.
It took awhile and a lot of processing power for Dean to realize. “Cas?...” he murmured, already half asleep.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t tell Sam about this…”
The angel chuckled, “don’t worry, I won’t.”
Dean pressed his face into Cas’ chest, shielding his sensitive eyes from the neon lights as his husband walked him back to their motel room. “I love you…”
Cas’ gentle smile widened as he looked down at the man he married sleeping peacefully in his arms. “I love you too.”
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When molly is at work,
Mortal Peril
Molly Prewitt was working happily at the Leaky Cauldron, while her fiancé Arthur was at home, working on painting his and molly's shared bedroom. He finally got a day off from the Owlery where he was an owlet trainer.
Over the short months since their engagement, Molly and Arthur acquired a few pieces of furniture. Among the small sofa and chairs, they had been gifted a grandfather clock. This clock was not a normal clock either; instead of telling the time, it told where people were. Since Molly and Arthur were the only ones who currently resided in the burrow, there were only two clock hands up.
When Arthur went down to get a glass of water as the second coat of paint dried, the clock caught his eye. Molly's hand wasn't on work, or travelling. Instead it was on mortal peril, something Arthur knew wasn't good, or so he thought. The clock was far more peculiar than first assumed. When the clock hands move, to determine where the hand should go, the clock is charmed to read the thoughts of the person connected to the clock. Which in certain cases can worry the person looking at the clock.
When Arthur saw molly's hand on mortal peril, he panicked. He assumed that in one way or another, Molly was in danger. Quickly setting his glass on the closest table to him, he grabbed his wand and Apparated to The Leaky Cauldron to check on Molly.
Upon his arrival, he saw Molly behind the bar, going about as she usually would. Arthur sighed in relief.
His Mollywobbles was safe and sound.
"Molly!" Arthur exclaimed happy to see his soon-to-be wife was safe and sound.
"Honey!?" Molly exclaimed, turning around to see her husband with a worried expression on his face.
"Hi baby, I came down to check on you, your clock hand was on mortal peril and it worried me," Arthur explained when Molly was finally wrapped in his arms once again.
"That's strange," Molly said, a slightly pained expression appearing on her face a moment later.
"Mollywobbles? Are you ok?" Arthur asked, noticing the wrinkle in her nose, a telltale sign she was in pain.
Molly nodded and buried her head deeper into his neck. As much as he wanted to, Arthur didn't buy it one bit that she was fine.
"Love? I know when you're hiding something, what's wrong?" He persisted, determined to get a truthful answer out of her.
"Cramps," Molly mumbled sucking in a breath through her teeth as she felt the squeeze around her middle tighten.
Arthur thought for a moment, letting the pieces all click into place. Molly is in pain, Meaning that the clock picked up on this, and since mortal peril is triggered anytime a person is in pain for extended lengths of time, Molly's cramps triggered the change in her status on the clock.
"Is Marlene working this afternoon?" Arthur asked, hoping he could take molly home for a warm bath and some cuddles to make her feel better.
"Yeah, but it's only an hour until my shift ends, I'll be fine," Molly tells, going back around the bar to resume stocking of the different wizard alcohols.
Arthur sighed, Molly could be stubborn sometimes, and sometimes she is so stubborn it's annoying.
"Hi Arthur!" Marlene said walking up beside Molly.
"Hi Marlene," Arthur said, taking a seat at the bar.
"Molly? You ok?" Marlene asked worried for her friend, who she knew was on her period and was in pain from it.
"I'm fine Marls, it isn't anything I haven't handled before," Molly said wincing after she said it.
"Marlene, can you handle an hour by yourself so I can take this stubborn Prewitt home and make her feel better with a bath and some tea?" Arthur asked
"No Arthur, I can stay for one more hour so Marlene isn't alone, Amy'll be in for her shift before you know it." Molly said refusing Arthur's very tempting offer of a bath and tea.
"Molly, it's one hour, let your fiancé take you home and treat you like a princess, not only do you deserve it, but it'll make you feel better. I know how bad your cramps can get, remember 6th year?" Marlene told, "now you two head home, I'll take over the bar until Amy gets here, it'll be slow for awhile anyway,"
"Fine Marlene, you win. But I owe you one," Molly said before she and Arthur decided Molly wasn't up to apparating, and instead took Arthur's broom, which got them home in the matter of an hour.
Upon their arrival home, Arthur led molly to their bed, that was currently sitting soundly in the middle of the living room.
"I'll be back, I'm going to run you a bath,' Arthur told before disappearing upstairs.
After changing from her work uniform to her favorite of Arthur's t-shirts, Molly was summoned by her lovely fiancé.
The bath was prepared beautifully, purple bubbles that smelled of lavender topped a tub full of hot water. Candles were floating around, providing a gentle and inviting aura, And Arthur took the liberty of laying out two black towels for Molly.
"go on honey, you deserve it,"
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