Destiel
Summary: Dean signs up for a dating app.
Dean continuously swept through the different profiles on his newly found dating app. He didn't know much about it, but he was hoping to find someone.
After a while, he decided he was done with it for now and continued to do the research he was supposed to be doing for their most recent case.
Meanwhile, Castiel was having fun on the new smartphone Sam had gotten him, claiming that Cas needed a way to get in touch with them easily and quickly.
Cas went to the App Store on his phone and clicked on a tab titled "Top 100 Apps." He scrolled through the list, clicking the download button on any he found interesting. While waiting for them to download, he busied himself with looking at pictures of fluffy animals.
After the apps had finished installing, he clicked on one with little cheesy hearts as the icon. A sign up screen popped up and he filled in the information it asked for. After his profile was made, he started looking at profiles of other "hot singles in his area."
He didn't like many of them, but eventually, a little notification popped up, signaling he had received a match. Excitedly, he went to share the good news with Dean.
"Dean! Dean, look!" he exclaimed, bouncing up and down and shoving his phone in Dean's face.
"What is it, Cas?"
"I have found the match! I don't know who exactly the match is, but I have found it!" he squealed, shoving the phone in Dean's face again.
"That's nice. What's their name?"
"Impala67. It reminds me of your car, which is nice."
Dean visibly gulped and felt his cheeks heat up when he heard the username, his username.
Sam apparently thought this was the best time to walk into the room, since we all know he has the best timing.
"Hey guys. What's up?" Sam greeted. "Dean, why is your face so red?" He raised an eyebrow.
"No reason."
"I have found the match!" Cas chimed, showing Sam. Sam looked at the profile and recognized the screen name to be Dean's, making his smile.
"Great, even dating programs ship you."
Dean groaned and hid his face in his hands, his cheeks getting hotter every second.
Castiel turned his head to the side, confused as to why computer programs were putting the pair on boats.
"I don't understand. What about my match?"
"Your match is Dean. You know, short, squirrel like, loves pie?"
"Yes, Dean. This is interesting information. Given that the application advises us to date, are we now supposed to date?"
By now Dean didn't know if his face could be anymore red.
"That's for you two to decide." Sam said, laughing as he walked out of the room.
"What do you think, Dean? Should we be following the program's advice?"
Dean looked up and sighed, trying to calm down and not be so embarrassed.
"Sure, Cas."
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and yet another one shot!
