Destiel Random One-Shots

The Owing Yes

It all became so hard for Castiel. Since Dean had left to war everything Castiel had to remind him of the person he loved were pictures and memories. Three years of a relationship turned into nothing by a single word: Afghanistan. Ever since that day Castiel never heard Dean's voice, never saw his cheesy smile and wise green eyes again.

He waited for weeks, months for a call or a letter but nothing came, nothing made Cas be certain that he was still alive, only the undying hope of seeing him again. But the months turned into years and slowly Cas gave up on hoping for a miracle to happen.

Either way Cas wrote to him every week. We never sent the letters 'cause his words never seemed right and the phrases always so shallow and empty. His heart was empty; saddened.

He looked at the calendar on the wall: 24th January, Dean's birthday.

Cas sighed, the feeling of another day in that small and cold apartment reminding him of his loneliness, and walked over to the fridge slightly covered with pictures of them together and took out a liquid yoghurt shutting the door and passing two fingers through a picture of them at a picnic during their first Valentine's together.

"Happy birthday, Dean." He said with a sad chuckle and popped open the strawberries flavored yoghurt while walking back to the living room to pick up his paste.

He put his shoes on and glanced over the room one last time before shutting the front door behind him.

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"I'm getting tired of this." Charlie, Cas' colleague, grumbled taking a bite at her cereal bar staring at her phone screen. "I already called her six times. Six!"

Castiel sighed opening the file of a patient of his who was in a coma for a couple of weeks already as a consequence of a brain trauma,

"She'll call you. And if she doesn't that's because she's not interested. Just move on! You met her last week..."

"But--"

"Charlie, I'm a little busy right now. I only have more 20 minutes of my lunch break to read this." He cut her off turning the page and starting reading the list of injuries his John Doe had.

She simply huffed picking up her reports, "You're a cold stone, Castiel. That's why you're still alone."
No, I'm not alone because I'm a cold stone. I'm a cold stone because I'm alone. He thought to himself while glaring at her and made his lips into a thin line.

She got up and mumbled something about going to call her again.

Castiel looked down at the patient file again and closed it, leaning his face on the palm of his hand staring absently at the room full with some doctors and nurses calmly chatting or simply reviewing their own patient files.

He yawned, the effects of not having a good night's sleep in weeks starting to emerge, and got up to grab the medicine of the workers: a mug of coffee.

He dodged Benny's shoulder and smiled at Hannah when he felt the pocket of his white medical coat buzzing. He took out his phone and looked at the screen, it was an unknown.

He looked at it and put the phone back into the pocket, blowing a bored groan, since he doesn't pick up to unknown numbers, and resumed his walk to the coffee maker.

He politely smiled at Jessica, the new internee, while waiting for his drink to get ready. His phone caught his attention again.

He huffed, rolling his eyes, and picked up, "Hello?" Static. "Hello...?!"