Destiel One Shots

Project AU

Oh god. Why did this happen to him? Of all people it had to be him! Knowing his luck, though, it wasn't surprising. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck!

There was no curse word or string of literature in the English language that fully encapsulated the way he felt right then.

"So that leaves Dean and Castiel as partners for the free creative science project," Dr. Mills announced from looking down at the list of paired up students. Seemingly random, but Dean knew the devil had it in for him that day.

The shuffling of chairs around the classroom and Dean's classmates chatting, organising and preparing themselves for the experiment and coursework led Dean to release he should probably move. But he couldn't. Damn it all, he was too busy lost in a spiral of 'oh, shit. Oh fuck!' to even bring himself to move.

"Dean?" And there it was, the voice that made Dean have instant boners and sent shivers down his spine, the surprisingly deep voice and being too sexy and sensual for his own good. He could probably make reading phone numbers sound erotic.

Dean hesitantly looked beside him to see the too-tight black pants, the nicely hugging and slightly worn AC/DC shirt, all underneath the postcoital raven mess that Dean wanted to run his finger through.

Fuck. Dean was so screwed - and not in the way he hoped he would be.

"Sorry, Cas-Castiel," he corrected. He didn't want his small man-crush to find out he was on nickname basis when they'd literally only ever spoken once at Charlie Bradbury's house last year. And even then Dean tripped over his own feet and stuttered for half the conversation. "I'm just not feeling...right."

"Do you need to go home?"

"No, no, I'm fine like...physically," Dean turned to him and stood up, wincing at the scrape of the chair. "I..." Fuck. Why did he fall for this guy? Dean sent a mental note to his brain, thanking it oh so very much for the embarrassment it had caused.

"Do you even know who I am?" Cas smirked, looking down at himself before shrugging.

He was so adorable. That was the moment Dean knew he was fucked for the rest of the year.

"No, no, no, I know who you know. You're the one who plays beautifully on the piano and paints those wings on display on practically ever wall. You, uh, you rescued that kitten that somehow got onto the top of he building and adopted it - a-and you cook amazing pie apparently," Dean rambled, suddenly realising he was pouring the last couple of months of feelings and thoughts to the man himself.

Cas sort of studied him for a moment, eyes slightly wide in shock but he was more thoughtful in his way of being. "So you do know me."

Dean looked up through his lashes and his pupils dilated away the bright green. And he was blushing like a 12 year old girl who just saw her crush.

"Are you sure you're alright, Dean. You look quite hot?" Cas innocently asked, not knowing what cogs it clicked in Dean's mind, what churning thoughts and questions were whirling about and the fantasies Dean could have with those words spoken to him.

Take out the question mark and Dean would faint.

"Haha, well, it's warm in here, so, yeah," Dean irritatedly took his Star Wars sweater and yanked it off, shoving it on his chair. When it fell off he stumbled to his knees to pick it up and firmly, this time placed it back. Smooth, Dean, you nerd. "Right, yeah, let's get planning this..."

"I was thinking something to do with microorganisms growth in comparison to what music they listen to. Or something musical," Cas shrugged, "since we're both music lovers I thought it would make this more enjoyable."