Destiel One Shots

My Little Angel

*poof*

All of a sudden, Castiel was in the Winchesters' motel room. He had a frightened look on his face. Sam and Dean were sitting at the dining room table.

"Cas, what's wrong?" Sam said in a worried tone. After that was said, Dean gave his brother a look that Sam read as 'leave this place, I can take care of my poor baby all by myself, thank you very much'. Sam smiled at both of them. He shipped it so hard. After a few moments, Sam scoffed and stood up, taking his laptop with him into his room. Castiel watched him as he left.

"What's up, Cas?" Dean asked as he stood up, approaching the angel.

"Could you turn on the television and set it to channel nine, Dean?" Castiel said as he stared into Dean's eyes. Dean chuckled and sighed.

"Yeah, sure Cas." He walked over to the couch and sat down, picking up the remote and turning channels. Castiel just stood behind Dean, watching him intently. When they got to channel nine, the news channel, Castiel turned his attention from Dean to the bright screen.

"Are you gonna sit down or what?" Dean asked as he motioned for Cas to come and sit next to him. Castiel didn't take his eyes off of the TV as he walked over and sat.

"Why did you want to watch the news anyways," Dean looked at Castiel, "Is something going on?" Cas shushed him and continued watching as a reporter spoke about a murder that had happened right before he arrived. Dean stayed quiet and rested his arm on the back of the couch, behind Cas' back.

"Oh no," Cas said after the reporter was done speaking, "Another angel was killed, Dean. More and more of us are dying, and nothing that we're doing is slowing down the pace. Next thing you know, it'll be me that the lady on the screen will be talking about." Dean looked Castiel in the eye.

"Cas," He started, "As long as you're with me, nothing bad will happen to you. With your angel blade and me and Sammy's guns and stuff we're practically unstoppable. You know this."

"I know Dean, but what if they catch me off guard? Like when I'm not around you?"

"Well," Dean said smiling, "Looks like you're stuck with me until you think you'll be alright to go out on your own." Cas looked at him and smiled softly.

"Sound like a plan, Stan?" Dean asked.

"My name is not 'Stan', Dean," Castiel said with a confused look on his face, "It's Castiel." Dean's facial expression changed. He did look happy, but now all he could think about was how bad his life would be if he lost Cas. He'd miss Cas' cluelessness and his smile and his eyes. He could tell Castiel noticed the sudden mood change.

"It'll be alright, Cas. I promise," Dean said as he took his hand and started petting the back of Castiel's head, "I won't let anything hurt you." Cas laid down onto Dean's lap and shut his eyes for a little bit. Even though it was impossible for him to sleep, he liked the feeling. He felt safe around Dean.

Time passed by and none of them said a word. They just stayed there, Dean with his hand on Castiel's back, lightly rubbing it, and Cas just laying there, occasionally closing his eyes for a little bit. Eventually, Dean ended up drifting off to sleep, and Castiel remained in the same position. Sam occasionally poked his head through the door to check in on them. He'd say "how's it goin' in there, guys?" or "is Dean sleeping?" or even "you guys are so cute together, I literally cannot even." but neither one of then would answer. They just stayed there. Sam would just go back into his room to do more research or something.

A few hours later, Dean opened his eyes again. He woke up with his head resting on his right shoulder and his left arm laying over Castiel's back. He lifted up his head and lightly patted Cas in between his shoulder blades. Cas flipped over onto his back and smiled.

"Hello, Dean." Castiel said. Dean returned the smile and started running his right hand through Cas' hair.

"Hello, my little angel."