A Compilation of Destiel Short Fics

Romeo and...Romeo?

Summary: Dean Winchester needs a Valentine's day present for his girlfriend, Lisa. The only open store is the used bookstore Castiel Novak works at. Trouble is, a bad present can destroy a relationship. But a good present can begin one.
Rating: K (for all ages)
Words: 996

It was two days before Valentine's day, and Dean was getting frantic. It had snowed late this year, and every shop was closed.
Every shop but one, that is.
The used bookstore down the street was lit with a warm glow. Dean sighed. What other choice did he have? Lisa liked books as much as any other person; she didn't particularly love them or hate them. "It's worth a shot," he muttered to himself as he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, and walked towards the small bookstore.
Bells jingled as he opened the door, a flurry of motion greeting him. "HellocanIgetyouanything?" asked the clerk nervously, for he knew Dean had seen his two enourmous leaps and jump-over-the-counter from the plays section.
"Yes, actually. I need a present for my fiance for Valentine's Day." Dean wasn't quite sure why he felt so compelled to ask the clerk's help. It might have been that he felt bad for disrupting his reading, or it might have been the clerk's huge blue eyes. Puppy dog eyes, Dean thought, then shook it away.
"Of course! What kind of books does your fiance like?" the clerk asked. "I don't know. Do you have any suggestions?" Dean asked.
"Shakespeare is always good, um..." the clerk trailed off as Dean began to walk around the room. "Shakespeare, you say? Isn't that what you were reading when I got here?"
"Yeah. Oh, my name's Castiel, by the way."
"Dean. So how do you read it? It's a play, right?"
Castiel looked surprised. "You've never read plays before?" "Well, I wasn't very good in school," Dean answered, quieter.
"Well, that's alright. I'll teach you! Plays are written in lines and stage directions. Let's look at Hamlet. If the character Hamlet, um, picks up a knife, the stage direction will likely be in parenthesis, and definitely in italics. The direction will be something like 'He picks up the knife' or 'Hamlet picks up the knife'. Got it so far?" Dean nodded. "Good. When actors speak, they say or recite their lines. A famous line from Hamlet is 'To be or not to be, that is the question'."
"That's from Hamlet?"
"Yes, Dean. Now, the line will have the character's name beside or above it, then a dash or a colon. Do you have it?"
At this point, Dean was rather spaced out, listening to the way Castiel's low voice rose and fell.
"Dean?"
All of a sudden, Dean realized what he had been doing as Castiel tapped him on the shoulder. "Yup. Absolutely." Trying not to blush, he got up. The book Castiel had been reading when he walked in caught his eye. "Romeo and Juliet, huh. What about this?"
At that, Castiel's shoulders slumped. "What's wrong?" Dean asked. "Oh, nothing." Cas answered dejectedly.
"Well, it's obviously something. So what is it?"
"It's nothing."
"Something!"
"Nothing!"
"There is a problem, and I will not leave until we figure out the issue!" Dean finally demanded.
"Fine. I was saving up to buy that book. But there's no problem, really." Castiel sped up at the end.
"Well, if you're sure," Dean shrugs his shoulders as he walks over to the checkout area.
"That'll be ten dollars, please."
"Thanks, Castiel." Dean had no idea why he said Castiel's name the way he did-but he liked it.
"Oh, and Dean." Dean turned.
"Call me Cas."

It was a lonely Valentine's Day for Cas, as it had been for so many years. Sitting in a bar, with his head in his hands, the bartender tried to talk to him, but it was no use. She finally gave up and just slid him a drink, "on her." After drinking the whole thing in approximately three gulps, he decided he couldn't take the lovey-dovey atmosphere. He put down the empty glass, pushed the door open with his head down, and walked out.
Of course, with his head down, he saw the man sitting outside the bar in the same position.
"Dean, what are you doing here? I thought you would-ohhh."
For Dean had looked up with bloodshot eyes and a tear-splattered book in his hands. Romeo and Juliet. Cas immediately sat down and put his arm around the man who had just lost his would-be-wife. After about half an hour, Dean suddenly sat up. "Cas, what do you mean you had been saving up for this? It was ten dollars! Oh-"
It was Dean's turn to cut off his sentence, as Cas's eyes filled, and he looked away.
"You know what! No. No! I am not going to let either of us be alone on Valentine's day. You-" Dean jabbed a finger at Cas's chest- "are going to move in with me. Then you won't have to pay your rent, and you can actually buy things you want."
Cas looked confused. "Dean, what are you implying?"
"Here. We'll start small." Dean took the book he had bought what seemed so long ago, wiped away the tears, and gave it to the only person he wanted to give it to, the only person he had ever really wanted to give it to. "Cas, will you go out with me?"
Cas seemed shocked. "Umm...yes?"
"Do you mean it?"
"Yes, I mean it, why?"
Dean grinned. "Because now I can give you this," he said as he handed the book to Cas.
"Dean, I'm confused. Is this so I'll agree to live with you?"
"No, Cas. It's because, well...because I like you. You're cute, and smart, and plain old nice, to everyone! So, please, just consider it. Even if you don't you can-"
"Dean," Cas said, with tears of happiness this time, "do you really think I would say no to the man who has been nicer to me than everyone else combined?"
And then, as if in cosmic agreement, they both leaned in at once...
And their lips met in the middle.