Destiel Short Story

Cherry Pie

This is a Destiel short story based upon that picture. Enjoy.

"Let's go to a bar." Dean Winchester said once we were on the road again after a hunt.

"Okay." I shrugged, I would do anything and go anywhere if it meant Dean.

  We got to a bar that was packed with people. When we walked in we noticed signs saying karaoke night, but nobody was up singing.

  I got us a table while Dean went and got us some beers. I looked around. There were a couple Angels but they were new, everyone else was human.

  "Any hot chicks?" Dean asked when he walked up to him with a tray of beers. A tray? How drunk was he going to get? I thought.

"A few." I said in response. He never was going to catch on that I had feelings for him, was he? I grabbed a beer and chugged it, then went for another.

Dean and I just drank the beers for a while in silence. Dean was drinking more than me, and was severely drunk when he suddenly got up "I shall do karaoke!" He declared, before I could stop him he was already at the microphone waiting for the song to start.

  The music started and he began to drunkenly sing the lyrics. He made his way over to me. He stood on his chair, put one foot on the table. "He's my cherry pie." He sang pointing at me.

"I'm his cherry pie!" I yelled partly drunk, raising a fist.

  Once the song was over, Dean sat down and smiled at me. "I love you, Castiel" he said looking me in the eyes.

"And I love you, Dean." I said in response.

THE END