Destiel One Shots

Boys are a Distraction (except if they're called Dean) AU

Cas could've sworn his heart stopped as the bottle halted slowly, pointing intimidatingly towards him, singling him out against the crowd of friends. It was like an accusation held against him.

He forgot the reasons Dean persuaded him with to come along to the small gathering; Benny, Charlie, Anna, Gabriel and Sam were all good people but Dean's friends. Cas didn't have friends. Well...Dean was the exception. Anyway, he had no real reason to feel intimidated by them all.

Come along, Dean said, it'll be fun, he said. Yeah right.

The group made a collective long intake of breath, a weird, awkward silence settling before Charlie beamed up, patting his shoulder. "You know the rules."

Cas sighed and gave a lost, wayward side glance to Dean before hesitantly rising, straightening his shirt out because he's gonna look good while his dignity is ripped from him.

Outside the door, he tried to listen in on what they had planned for him, pressing his blushed cheek up against the cold wood. All he got were the words 'Dean' and 'awkward'. Great. If they were thinking about humiliating him in front of his best friend/crush/beautiful freckled bastard (Cas had it bad), then they were mistaken-

"-Cas!"

Castiel placed his hand on the door handle, taking in a breath before pressing it inwards. It creaked open, revealing the bunch of excited eyes all on him. Well...apart from Dean.

Dean sat facing away, into the middle of the circle in the floor. His shoulders hunched, he rested his head on his hand, the free one was tapping nervously on the floor.

"So...?" Cas began.

The shared glances of everyone was a bit unnerving, but nothing compared to what he would hear next.

"You and Dean - gay chicken," Benny smirked.

Cas' mouth made an 'o' shape, his whole body frozen in a pulsing cycle, pounding heart, shivering, burning skin. More than anything in that moment he felt embarrassment - he loved Dean. So much it hurt deeper than he thought there was depth to him...which made it all the more difficult to push those feelings out.

Gradually, Dean turned around, raised eyebrows in sympathy and pursed lips.

The others expectantly watched as Dean stood up and walked over to Cas, that smirk of cockiness and playful, boisterous features. Somehow that all seemed fake. "Come on Cas."

If Cas could find it in himself to turn around or nod or say something then, then he would've been waiting a long time. Lucky for him before they were to head of the room to perform the dare, Charlie called to them.

"Hey? Where do you think you're going!?"

"Out..." Dean tilted his head toward the door.

"Nope! In front of us."

Inside his head, Cas blasphemed in the worst ways, cursing and battling his own thoughts before telling himself off.

Dean shifted uneasily. "Come on, don't you trust us enough?"

"Of course not! You're going to pretend you did it-"

"Hey, I am king of this game and will not back out of a challenge; you know me! Anyway, I'm sure Cas will be more comfortable with me beating his ass at this game without the shame of you guys looking at him." Dean walked forward to the group a little, his dominating posture with his words tying to sway Charlie's mind.