Destiel One Shots

The Things We Do For Love

Dean groaned softly as he sat in his cell, blood stains still on his face. He ran a hand through his hair. He could still remember it. The life leaving his victims eyes as he plunge the knife in to the repeatedly.

He smirked and chuckled as a small, blonde, female cop approached his cell nervously. She unlocked it and made sure the cuffs were still on Dean. They hurt like hell but, he'd had worse.

She dragged his to the interogation room. He didn't put a fight. He didn't need to. He knew Cas would come and even if he didn't he had a plan.

Dean sat in the chair and smirked at the cop before winking at her. She quickly turned around and left. He could tell they were all scared. Scared that he might just get out of those cuffs and do God knows what to them.

Then, a tall man, with shaggy hair, in a suit walked in to the interogation room.  He sat in the chair across from Dean and put a file on the table.

"I'm Agent-" The man cut himself off. "Dean?"

Dean chuckled. "Well, I did not expect this. It's been a while Sammy."

Sam looked at Dean in anger, confusion and hurt. He cleared his throat and opened the file. "You've been charged with third degree murder, and breaking and entering. And impersonation of a federal agent." He said gruffly.

Dean nodded. "Sounds about right." He then saw a shadow outside the interogation room door. He smirked.

"And where's your partner?"

"Oh, Cas? He's somewhere."

Sam frowned. "Where is he Dean?"

"I have no idea but, I'll give you a hint if you let me out of these cuffs." Dean bargained.

"No Dean. Tell me where he is we'll arrest him." Sam ordered.

"Okay but, he'll be here in five...
four... three... two... o-" Dean was cut off by the power shutting down. He heard voices outside scrambling. "You should have taken the deal Sammy."

Sam looked at the door and then back at Dean. "I'll take the deal so long as you call him off." He said.

Dean ahook his head. "It's off the table now." He said hearing shotguns go off and men groaning. "Ah, the things people do for love."

Sam looked over at Dean confused and then heard someone over the intercom. "Sam Winchester, please report to the sheriffs office with Dean." The voice repeated this again.

Dean knew it wad Cas and smirked. "You heard him Samuel."

Sam glared at Dean before roughly pulling him by his upper arm. He dragged him, Dean stumbling every few steps. They eventually reached the sheriff's office to fine the sheriff on the floor bleeding out from his throat.

Cas sat in the sheriff's chair, bloodstained shoes on the desk as he held a gun towards Sam and Dean, with an evil gleam in his eye. His tone changed when he saw Dean, almost as if he were concermed but, his eyes quickly turned back to Sam.

"Unlock the cuffs and hand him over." Cas said, in his low gruff voice.

"Why should I?" Sam spat.

"Because, if you don't I'll blow your brains, and I won't think twice on it."

Sam took a deep breath keeping his cool. He need to find a way out of this but, he would only get out if Dean should mercy, knowing Cas wouldn't.

"Now, Samuel." Cas barked, standing up leaning over the desk that had papers scattered on it and a smashed computer.

Sam pulled out the key and put it in the lock of the cuffs. He turned it and they popped off. Dean began to rub his wrists gently before he walked over to Cas.

"Good. Looks like the mut can take orders after all." Cas said and chuckled cruelly. "Now, sit in the chair."

Sam obeyed sitting stiffly in the chair. He looked at Cas, seeing what he do next. Cas still had the gun pointed in the middle of Sam's forehead.

"Dean," Cas turned his head towards Dean. "Get the rope from the duffle bag."

Dean did as he was told and handed the length of rope to Cas. "Hold the gun."

Cas began to tie Sam up while Dean held Sam at gun point.

"You wouldn't pull the trigger, not on me." Sam said, staring at Dean with a mixture or hatred, and pitty.

"Shut up." Dean ordered, pressing the end of the gun to Sam's temple. "You don't know what I will and won't do. Not anymore."

Cas looked up at Dean. "Easy, Dean." He said coolly.

Dean took a step back. "I'll be outside if you need me." He set the gun on the desk before walking out of the sheriff's office.

"Looks like it's just you and me Sammy." Cas said as he finished tying Sam up. He tightened the knot causing Sam to gunt quietly. He picked up the gun. "Do you want to play a game?"

Sam glared at Cas. "You'll kill me anyway so what's the point?"

Cas laughed wickedly. "Please, don't think so little of me. I wasn't going to kill you Sam, and I never was." Cas circled around Sam. "I know something that'll hurt much more. A sweeter, more fitting torture."

Sam could feel Cas' hot breath on the back of his neck, giving him goosebumps.

"Goodnight Sammy, sweet dreams." Cas said before knocking the end of the gun on the back of Sam's head.

Cas quickly packed leaving no trace that either of them were there and he walked over to Dean. "What I want to know, is how you got yourself caught."

"I'll tell you that while we're in the car." Dean said, slinging his arm over Cas' shoulders.

Cas leaned in to Dean's warmth and sighed softly as the walked out.