Destiel Oneshots

Number Four

Cas looked around the bar, dimly lit, and filled with attractive women. Except, that was the flaw in Dean's plan. They were attractive, but not as attractive as the man who so eagerly urged Cas to pursue them. Cas turned to look at Dean, who was smiling widely, beer in hand.
"Well? What are you waiting for, just pick one and go talk to her!" Cas sighed, brow furrowed slightly.
"Dean, is this really necessary?"
"Yes, Cas it is! I told you I was gonna get you laid and the escort service sure as hell didn't work."
"You neglected to say anything beforehand, and she was dressed as a maid, Dean."
"Yeah well, I thought you would get it, not have her actually clean! You know what, that's not even the point." A frustrated Dean pointed across the room to a girl who, in Cas's opinion, had more lipstick than lip. "Look, she's pretty hot. Just, go say something!" Cas sighed once more, and reluctantly stood from his barstool. He looked back at Dean, who waved his hand encouragingly.

"Go get 'em, tiger!" Cas stood for a moment, thinking about Dean's words. He walked back to his seat next to Dean and sat down. Dean looked at him expectantly.
"Well? What are you doing?" He exclaimed. Cas smiled slightly, the corner of his lips tugging upwards.
"I'm getting him." Cas leaned forward then and kissed Dean, who was surprised. However, very soon Dean was kissing him back with a hungry passion, which the angel very much enjoyed.

Cas wasn't exactly sure how they ended up in the motel room, tangled in each other's arms. But was exactly sure that he wouldn't have had it any other way.