Supernatural Oneshots (take 2)

Anything? -destiel

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"You can't just fucking do whatever you want to Dean! You can hurt yourself!" Cas yelled. The two are currently arguing because Dean got pretty badly injured on their last hunt. He was doing it for the right reason, to save Sam, but he could have died and Cas is trying to tell him that.

"Cas, it was either Sam or me and I choose me. I cannot let my baby brother get hurt! Not again." Dean says, yelling back. It's just them two in the bunker at the moment, so who cares.

"You need to protect yourself Dean, I'm a fucking angel I could have helped Sam. I don't want you to put yourself in danger again!" Cas yells, sitting down and putting both hands over his face, taking a deep breath.

"If I could go back I'd do it the same." Dean says, spitefully, walking up to Cas.

"I don't care that you want to protect Sam! I need you to be safe." Cas says being protective of Dean, and at that, Dean was pissed. He walked up to Cas and punched him across the face, instantly regretting it as he saw Cas's hurt look on his face.

"Cas.." Dean says, calming down some.

"No Dean I can't deal with you right now." Cas says standing up, but Dean corners him, not letting him move.

"I'm sorry Cas.. I- I just wanted to protect Sam. I get where you're coming from but you have to understand." Dean says but Cas pushes past him and goes into his room, slamming the door with his grace.

Dean feels awful. He just got into a yelling match with Cas, which does not happen often, and then punched him. Fuck he's going to regret that. He has to make it up to him. He takes a deep breath and walks the direction Cas just did.

Dean walks to Cas' door and knocks quietly. "Cas please let me in." Dean says, putting his forehead against the door. "I'm sorry Cas please." He says again after a minute. He hears shuffling from inside the room and then the door opens.

"What?" Cas asks, he's obviously hurt by what Dean did.

"Let me make it up to you. I'm sorry Cas I didn't mean to get so upset. I didn't mean to hit you." Dean says, looking down slightly.

"How would you make it up to me?" Cas asks, walking into his room, Dean following and shutting the door just in case Sam comes home early.

"Anything Cas, I'd do anything. Please just.. I'm sorry." Dean says, stepping closer to Cas, looking at the spot where Dean hit him. It's red already.

"Anything?" Cas asks, mischievously. Pressing his and Dean's upper bodies together.

"Anything." Dean says with certainty.

Cas smirks. "On your knees." He says, smiling at Dean's sudden worried look.

"W-what?" Dean asks confused and worried.

"You said you'd do anything, right?" Cas asks, and Dean nods, "then. get. on. your. knees." He states again.

Dean nods and slowly makes his way to the floor, not knowing fully what to expect. Once he's down completely, he looks up at Cas. "Now what?" He asks.

"I think you know what to do." Cas says, looking down at the slight tent that's forming in his pants.

Dean nods, blushing.

'This is crazy. If me and Cas do this.. what does that make us?'

He undoes the top button of Cas' pants. When he looks up at Cas. He's biting his lip slightly.

'Holy shit. The lip... oh god.'

He slowly unzips Cas' pants and pushes them down.

'Fuck fuck fuck.'