Destiel One-Shots

Eyes

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Dean looked himself over one last time in mirror before nodding his head once. Yeah, he looked really good. He was actually surprised he was able to clean up this nice, he had shaved his gruff and was left smooth. It was different for him but good. He looked at his outfit it wasn't anything but he wore a plaid shirt that just so happened to make his eyes pop. Yeah, this was gonna sweep them off their feet. Dean left his room feel pretty giddy. He was so getting laid tonight. Dean crept into the bunkers kitchen, he saw Cas swaying his hips as he hummed along with some song on the radio, something about elastic hearts. Whatever he was cooking smelled great, it had actually made his mouth start to water

Cas stirred the stir-fry, humming along with the song. He hadn't heard it much but it was on the radio before and he really liked. He inhaled deeply nodding his head. He had found this recipe online and knew Dean was going to love it, it even had a little whiskey in it and had made chicken to go with. He was very pleased with himself. Dean was going to love him for this. Speaking of Dean he usually wonders down around now. Cas spun around Dean's name about to burst from his throat to call him for dinner when he chocked on it. Dean was here already. He was right in front of him and he look...

Beautiful.

Cas stared at the man letting his eyes roll over him. Dean was always beautiful in Cas's eyes but tonight he looked even more so. The shirt he had decided to wear was making his eyes pop and Cas felt himself lick his lips. Cas would have keep staring if Dean hadn't cleared his throat and brought him back to Earth. "Cas, stop staring, man. So what are you cooking?"

Cas smiled, he knew Dean would love it. Cas went into a full explanation of everything he had made, how he had to go to the store and find everything, how he didn't know how to find the right spice so he had to find Sam in the store to help, how he couldn't find Sam, how he got scared that Sam had left him, how Sam found him hyperventilating holding rosemary, and how he was almost done. Dean was smiling fondly at Cas through his tales of the day before he took a glance at his watch. Cas was still rambling, a habit he had picked up, as he set the table. He had set down all the plates and was serving the food when Dean took one plate.

"Sorry buddy but I'm going out," Dean could have sworn that he saw a light leave Cas's eyes that he didn't even know was there. Dean cleared his throat and keep talking as if he hadn't seen the light leave. "Yeah, anyway, I meet this chick a few days ago and she invited me over for diner. This girl is a solid 9 so I gotta scram. But really Cas it smalls and looks great, but it tastes even better," Dean but his plate back in the cupboard and clasps Cas's shoulder on his way out. "Don't wait up either, Won't be home til the morning anyway," Dean had hoped to get a laugh from his laugh bet all he got was silence. He glanced back at him as he was putting his coat on. "You okay?" Dean asked his friend. Cas blink once, twice and then smiled. It was cold and hard.

"Of course, Dean," Cas turned back to the stove. "Enjoy your date." Dean stared at Cas's back a little longer than he need before nodding once and leaving.

Cas waited until he head the bunker door close to let a him sob once. He was not going to cry over Dean going a date. Why should he care? It's not Dean loves him. It's not like they are dating and for that matter they never would because again, Dean will never love him like that....that doesn't stop Cas from loving him. It was like he did it on purpose of course it just happened. Cas felt the first tear roll down his cheek and he was helpless to stop the rest. He made up a plate nicely for Sam and set it at his spot on the table and scraped the rest into the trash. Just as he was getting ready to leave Sam walked in. "Cas, this smells great," he looked at the table and looked at Cas, "What aren't you and Dean eating, you made this whole thing for him."