Destiel One Shots

The Things We've Kept Hidden

There are many things hidden away in the bunker.

Dean and Sam have spent days searching through the various rooms and chambers, exhausting hour after hour, elbow deep in boxes of files and artifacts.

Yet they somehow never noticed the vertical piano that was neatly tucked away in the corner of one of the bedrooms. That is, until Castiel moved into the bunker.

It was an ordinary Tuesday morning; Dean was cooking breakfast in the kitchen while Sam was looking for new cases in the library. Just as Dean was about to plate the eggs, there was a loud knock on the bunker's door.

Dean immediately ran to Sam, who was already standing and alert to the noise.

"Who do you think it could be?" Sam asked as he moved to a nearby bookshelf to retrieve a hidden gun.

Dean opened his mouth to answer when another sharp knock rang out. But that time, a voice followed the knock. "Dean? Sam? It's Castiel."

Dean's eyes widened as soon as he heard the voice. "Cas," he murmured before he ran up the stairs to the door, Sam close at his heels.

The door was flung open, and before the brothers stood a rumpled and tired Castiel; his clothes askew and his face drained of color, except for the touch of purple under his eyes. But he was in one piece, and that was all that mattered to Dean.

"Cas?" Dean rasped.

"I apologize for dropping in unexpectedly, but I had no where else to go," Cas explained with a sheepish expression.

"Geez, no need to apologize, buddy. You're welcome here anytime." Dean pulled Cas into a hug, suddenly realizing how long it had been since he had last seen him. "I've missed you, Cas," Dean said softly into Cas' hair.

"I've missed you too, Dean," Cas replied just as gently, his arms tightening around Dean's back.

Sam cleared his throat from behind them with a smirk on his face. Both men pulled away quickly, exchanging small smiles as blushes colored their faces. Sam rolled his eyes before giving Cas a quick hug. "It's good to see you, Cas."

"Good to see you as well, Sam," Cas replied with a smile.

"Alright, well come on in, Cas," Dean ushered Cas to walk down the stairs as he continued. "Are you hungry? I was just making some breakfast..."

"Actually, I am extremely tired. I spent most of the night driving here."

"Um, okay. Let's go find you a room then."

Sam gave Cas a quick wave before turning down the hall to the kitchen for breakfast, leaving Dean and Cas to walk down to the bedrooms.

"Ok, Cas, so there are four free bedrooms in this hallway, where Sam and I also sleep," Dean explained.

Cas opened the first door closest to him. The room was just like the brothers', in addition to some extra boxes that were laid on the floor and bed. He closed the door without even stepping over the threshold and moved on to the next.

This continued on with each room; Cas would carefully survey it but then he would move on. Dean was worried that Cas would end up not liking any of the rooms and decide to just leave. But when he opened the door to the last room, he actually walked in. And walked right to the corner where a small piano sat, looking like it was forgotten about for many, many years.

"Huh. I didn't know there was a piano in here," Dean observed.

Cas laid a gentle hand on the piano's surface and softly brushed off some of the dust, almost to the point of caressing. "It's a spinet piano, most likely produced in the 1930's due to its short height and immaculate detailings on the legs."