Supernatural Oneshots (take 2)

The Siren - Destiel

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I'm sorry I haven't posted to this book in a hot second, I've been really into good omens lately and I've been writing for that oneshot book... if you like good omens, you should check it out. It has 5 published parts, and it's on my profile now!

If you haven't watched good omens, I highly recommend it. It's insanely good, and it's free on Amazon prime.

Hope you all are having a good week, and if you're in the US, hopefully a good week off of school/work bc of snow.

Dean, Cas, and Sam are on a case, as usual, and they're hunting what seems to be a siren. It appears to people in the form of what they truly desire which can range from a lost loved one to a partner.

The boys aren't too worried about this since they've hunted sirens in the past. While they're at a bar, talking to a bartender who might've encountered it, a man walks up beside Dean. He's decently well built, a little buff for Dean's liking, but still attractive, and the stubble on his face is gorgeous.

"Hey, haven't seen y'all in here before. You from outta town?" He asks, making the three glance over at him.

"Yeah, cops, investigating whoever's impersonating all these poor people's loved ones," Sam says, turning back to the bartender to keep talking.

"Well I might be able to help with that." He says to Dean, making Dean look over and see his eyes, bright blue. Absolutely beautiful.

"Yeah? You seen him?" Dean asks, the man placing a hand on the small of his back to lead him somewhere quieter.

"Cmon, let's step outside for a minute, it's too crowded in here." He says as he leads Dean out the door. Dean doesn't protest, plus the fact that his hand is where it is, Dean doesn't want to protest.

"So, what've you seen?" Dean asks once they're outside.

"Winchester, right?" The man asks. Dean looks shocked, who is this? "Hunter from North Alabama," he explains. "Zane." He says, reaching to shake Dean's hand.

"Yeah, Dean." Dean replies, shaking his hand. "So any leads yet?" He asks, their hands lingering together a little longer than they should.

"Some old lady swears that she and her deceased husband had a nice talk before he attacked her, putting her in the hospital. Sloppy thing didn't even finish the job." He says, leaning onto the bricks and pulling out a cigarette. He lights it, takes a puff, and offers it to Dean.

Dean smiles and takes it, breathing in the smoke and nicotine that he hasn't had in a little while. "So, you thinking shifter or siren from what the lady said?" Dean asks, taking another puff and handing back to Zane.

"Probably siren, but can I ask you something unrelated?" Zane starts, glancing over at Dean.

"Yeah, what's up?" Dean asks, not knowing what Zane's going to ask.

"Are you gay?" He asks, making Dean's eyes go wide. "Or.. somewhat gay? I don't know, some guys I know were talking about rumors of you being gay." Zane asks.

"I mean... I don't have a preference, I guess." Dean says, realizing that the news is out. Fuck, that's not going to go over well.

"Really? I didn't expect that." Zane says, taking a drag of the smoke and handing it to Dean for the last one.

"Yeah, never wanted it to get out since... y'know, hunters are really the most accepting people around." Dean admits, sighing.

"Well, I certainly don't have a problem with it." Zane says, making Dean look over in confusion. Is he hitting on Dean?