Supernatural One-shots

Pie? Pie. (Destiel)

"Castiel! Cas, get your ass down here!" Dean yelled, scowling up at the darkening sky. After a few more seconds of this, the elder Winchester heaved an angry sigh, turning back to his younger brother who lay in the passenger seat of Dean's beloved impala. Sam had fallen asleep after they'd finished up there hunt, and Dean had been the one to drive the four hours back to the Bunker. He was more than a little tired.

"C'mon Cas! Goddammit, I'm too tired to deal with this shit right now," Dean grumbled the last part under his breath. Still, nothing. Dean was only calling to Castiel because Cas had demanded that the brothers inform him of every hunt they complete. Dean had asked why, but Cas just left without any explanation.

With another annoyed, frustrated sigh, Dean put the impala in park and finally got out, slamming the door shut with a bit more force than was necessary. Looking around for a certain angel, Dean walked around the front of the impala and yanked Sam's door open. Dean felt a bit of his anger and annoyance melt away at the sight of his sleeping brother. No matter what Sam or anyone else said, Sam would always be his baby brother.

"Sam. Sammy, c'mon, wake up," Dean urged, tapping his younger brother's cheek. Sam must've been wiped out. He was a very light sleeper, and that usually would've woken him up.

"Ugh, seriously Sam. I'm too tired for this right now," Dean huffed, shaking his brother's shoulder. Sam sleepily blinked open his eyes, reaching over and grabbing Dean's wrist.

"What're you doin'?" he mumbled, obviously still half-asleep. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Trying to get your ass up. Come on, we're at the Bunker and I don't think you'd appreciate sleeping out here in Baby all night. Not all that comfortable." Sam took a few seconds to process Dean's words before giving a small nod and letting go of Dean's wrist, stumbling slightly as he climbed out of the impala. Dean shut the door after his brother and lightly pushed him in the direction of the Bunker.

"Come on, Sammy. I know you're tired, but the door's right here." With the guidance of Dean, the still half-conscious Sam made it into the Bunker safely, collapsing on the sofa in the library. A few seconds later, Sam's light snores could be heard.

Dean rubbed his eyes and decided he'd try one more time to get Cas. If he didn't listen, well, fuck him.

"Cas, please just get down here. You told us to tell you when we finish a hunt, and I'm just trying to do what you want. If you don't come down, I'm just going to bed."

"I only told you to inform me of your completion of a hunt to keep you distracted for the last three days." Dean yelped and spun around, only to see the trench coat-clad angel standing next to the table, half-hidden in the dim lighting of the Bunker.

"Jesus Christ, Cas," Dean whisper-yelled, "You scared the shit outta me."

"My sincerest apologizes, Dean."

"It's...fine," Dean sighed. Finally Cas's earlier words caught up with him. "Wait, why did you want me distracted the past few days?" Cas shuffled his feet in a manor that could only be defined as nervous, and the action immediately worried Dean.

"What's wrong, Cas? Did something happen with the angels or something?" Castiel shook his head, finally stepping fully into the light, where Dean could see him completely.

The angel's trench coat was slightly rumpled and had a few newer stains on it. It also had a white powdery substance of the sleeves that looked a bit like...flour? What?

"What's all over your trench coat?" Dean inquired, looking up into the angel's alluring blue eyes. It was then Dean noticed that the flour-looking stuff was smeared on Cas's cheeks and even in his hair.