Destiel: My Little Angel

NO FRIGGIN CHAPTER NAME BECAUSE I CANT THINK OF ONE, SO HAAAAA!!!

Dean's POV:
I am in the motel room, drinking beer, and listening to some KISS. I notice Cas sitting in a chair, watching some show about a detective and a blogger. The detective seems to be a blank, boring, stoic asshole, but the blogger seems to be in love with him. Not my kind of show, but Cas seems to be in love with it. All of a sudden, I hear a loud giggle. I snap my head in Cas's direction.

"Are you wearing pants under there?"

"Nope.."

Long awkward pause... Both cracks up laughing

Cas is giggling along to the show, something he rarely does. "This show looks boring." I remark, sitting next to him.

He snaps his head at me, a look of disgust. "Dean! Don't you dare mess with the power of my show! You shall fall under the influence of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson!" He declares.

I laugh at his adorkableness. "Geez, Cas. I'm sorry." I apologize dramatically.

Cas pouts and smacks my arm playfully. "Meanie.." He mumbles.

I laugh and feigns being hurt. Cas looks at me and giggles slightly. I hear the door open and we look and see Sammy. "Yoooo! Wassup Sammy?" I ask cooly.

Sammy rolls his eyes and sets his laptop onto the desk. "Well, I found an interesting case in Pennsylvania." He informs.

Cas perks up and gets on his knees, facing the back of the chair. He is freaking adorable. Did I just think that...? Oh weeeelll! "What kind of case, if I may intrude..?" Cas asks kindly.

Sammy smiles. "Sure Cas, there seems to be a witch who kidnaps people and tortures them. She apparently sends them back, barely alive. They die two days later from an unknown disease. People think that the witch placed a curse on the victims." He explains, he sits in his chair and begins conducting research.

I roll my eyes. "Ooh look at Sammy, smarty pants." I tease, stretching my legs.

Sammy shoots me his infamous bitchface. "At least I'm doing something!" He retorts.

I put my hands up in mock surrender. "Okay okay!" I mock.

I hear Cas giggle beside me which makes me grin. "Stop fighting you two." He commands happily.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah yeah, Cassie." I tease. Cas shoots me a playful glare and slaps my arm.

"Stop being mean, Deanie!" He teases back. I can hear Sam mutter something about getting a room. "What does 'get a room' mean? I thought we were already in one?" Cas asks, tilting his head cutely.

I shake my head vigorously. "Nothing nothing! Just a figure of speech!" I told him.

Sam chuckles lightly. "Heh. Smooth." He retorts cockily.

I roll my eyes. "Ugh. Don't you have better things to do?" I ask.

"Yeah, but I don't feel like it." He answers with a smirk.

I look over at Cas, he is staring at the tv with bug eyes. I poke him and he falls out of his chair. I cackle up with laughter. He stands up and smacks my head with a book. "Ow!" I yelp.

Cas smirks and walks to Sam. "Can I help this time..?" He asks politely.

Sam looks from Cas to me. After I nod he looks back at Cas. "Of course. Just don't get killed." He teases.

I shoot a glare at him as Cas fiddles with his trench coat nervously. "Okay...I-I'll try not to.." He murmurs.

"See what you did..?!" I yell at Sam in a hushed whisper.