A/N: I found this challenge on tumblr which was called "30 day otp challenge." Basically it had 30 prompts and you pick pairing of your choice and your write or draw something to go along with those prompts. I can't draw so obviously I choose writing. So there should be 30 chapters in this, hopefully, I want to make it all coherent with each other, not just 30 really random one-shots.

Obviously I choose destiel as my pairing to write!

Hopefully this will be updated once a day for 30 days! That is going to be my goal.

This will be a teenage human au because I'm just not into writing hunter!Dean and AngelorfallenorEndverse!Cas. So umm yeah, sorry if that's what you were looking for.

Ad Libitium 'verse will still be updated when I get around to it, I'm not forgetting it while I do this. I'm too attached to Ad Libitium to forget about it right now. Don't worry!

That's it! Enjoy?

-Carly

It was cold. Like really fucking cold. Dean would swear that his ass was literally going to freeze off, it was so cold. He had been standing outside for about ten minuets when he heard Castiel shuffle up next to him. Dean took time from blowing on his hands to warm them up to look up at Castiel.

"Hello, Dean" Castiel said looking at Dean.

Dean eyed Castiel, who had his hands shoved in his coat pockets.

"Hey Cas." Dean replied before turning his attention back to his hands which he was certain were going to fall off now from the few moments that he hadn't been trying to warm them.

"Are you okay?" Castiel asked.

"Peachy." Dean gritted out, annoyed with everything right now. Annoyed with the cold, annoyed with his hands, annoyed with Castiel and his fucking coat that looked warm and expensive and annoyed with the fact that Castiel probably didn't feel like his hands were going to fall off.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Locked keys in car." Castiel narrowed his eyes and turned to to the drivers window to see that Dean, had in fact, locked his keys in his car.

"I'm sorry." Castiel said turning back around, his breath puffing out in little clouds.

"Not you fault." Dean mumbled through his hands as he held them up to his mouth to try to warm them.

"What are you doing Dean?"

"Trying to warm my hands up, it's fucking cold out." Dean said rubbing his hands together.

"Here." Castiel said taking his hands out of his pockets and holding them towards Dean. Dean just stared at them. "What?"

"You aren't wearing any gloves?"

"No, my pockets are adequate enough. Here."

"What?"

"Take my hands." Castiel said reaching over and grabbing Dean's hands. He flinched as soon as he touched Dean's hands. "Cold. How did they get that cold?"

"I feel like my fingers are going to fall off, well they would feel like that if I could actually feel my fingers."

"Come on," Castiel said taking Dean's hands between his own and rubbing softly. "Your hands are really cold Dean."

"I know, I know." Dean muttered.

"This isn't working." Castiel said after about a minuet. "My hands are getting cold too, here, we'll do this." Castiel took one of Dean's hands into each of his own and shoved them into his coat pockets, causing Dean to move so that he was standing right in front of Castiel, almost pressed up against him. Castiel started rubbing Deans hands, and not too long afterwards, Dean started to feel his hands warming up. "Better?"

"Uhh, thanks Cas." By now Dean's hands were warm enough but neither of them made any attempt to move. It was slightly awkward, both of them could agree, though they never mentioned it to each other. They only moved when Dean saw his father driving into the parking lot, with the extra key. "Thanks Dad." Dean said hoping that his dad would think the blush on his cheeks was just from the cold.

"Try not to lock yourself out again." John Winchester said.

"Won't happen again." Dean said giving his dad a mock salute before turning back to his baby and unlocking her, grabbing his key and handing the extra back to John. "I'll see you at home."

"Bye Mr. Winchester." Castiel said announcing his presence to Dean's father who only gave a stiff nod before driving away. "I don't think your father likes me." Castiel said watching the truck with John Winchester in it drive away.

"No one really knows what my father likes. Do you need a ride home?"