Destiel One Shots

The Colours of Fall AU

Dean shuddered where he sat in the isolation of the coffee shop corner. It was all Autumn colours outside, the fiery red mixing with sunset orange and brown, leaves swirling around the sidewalks and resting their light bodies.

It was no secret that Dean favoured this place to draw, work and type. Many of his friends came here to find him if he was unreachable by cell.

The man with contrasting, Spring green eyes to the blissful Fall outside took the warm coffee up to his freshly licked lips, sipping at it. His other hand was sketching fiercely at his latest piece, hidden to onlookers by the erect lid of his MacBook. Luckily for him the place was free of regulars who often stuck their curious selves into Dean's life.

Anyway, on this day Dean was feeling particularly down due to his lack of heathy relationships concerning proper exclusivity and romance Dean wanted.

The sad thing was most of the college was taken or too horrible or the absolute definition of people he would stutter and blush in talking to them.

Castiel Novak was the only one in that category.

Castiel also happened to be passing the coffee shop, thinking about the same thing but more concentrated on this Winchester. He had his hands in his pockets, tonguing at his lip piercing and rolling his shoulders back at the memory of his newest tattoo there.

In the corner of his eye he saw Dean and fancied his chances, not caring if he and Dean were not 'besties 5vr' in knowing each other. It was cold anyway and, completing one of the same qualifications, Cas could make conversation.

An unknowing Dean refreshed a website page and began typing away again before going back to a few sketches and shading.

"Winchester." The voice was smug, deep and much reminded Dean of loose bits of gravel under the wheel of a car.

Dean looked up and saw whence it came from, the dark shadowy figure of a man, tanned skin highlighted by the dim, atmospheric lighting. His hands were still in his black trench coat pockets and his hair looked like he'd just had sex. Although it reminded Dean also that it was raining every now and then outside.

"Novak. What brings a gothic icon such as yourself from the safety of back streets and into a cozy little coffee shop for hipsters?" Smooth, Winchester.

"May I?" Cas pulled out a rough and firm hand and gestured to the seat opposite Dean. Dean hesitantly nodded; he really didn't want company at this moment.

"Y-You're not here for me, are you?"

"I was just passing," Castiel emotionlessly said.

"Oh," Dean murmured. He then waited for Cas to elaborate on his statement concerning the invisible magnet they seemed to have attached on one another.

"I was wondering if..." If...? Dean thought to himself, mentally hoping Cas would go on.

Then Cas stopped looking at Dean and peered behind the laptop screen, searching the sketch pad with a furrowed brow. Dean quickly covered it up with his arm. Cas looked the other side and Dean did the same, hoping to block out everything.

To Dean's surprise, Cas grabbed the laptop and turned it around. Before Dean could reach for it back Cas had lifted it up and out of Dean's way.