Destiel One-Shots

Don't Touch Him

I'm gonna go back through my stories and revise some of them. Have you ever written something, then looked back on it later and thought, "Why did I ever write that?" Story of my life. Btw, this is a high school au.

Dean Winchester has had a bad day. 

First, Dean's favorite shirt got shrunk in the dryer. Then, Baby wouldn't work. He tried starting her engine but she wouldn't start! So that meant his mom had to give him and Sammy a ride in her Honda. Dean made her drop them off a block from school. And then it started raining. 

But that's not the end of it. Ohhhh no. It turns out Dean totally bombed his chemistry test. And to top it off, he got told off when he gave attitude to a teacher. But in all fairness, Zachariah deserved it. The mans a douche.

So you can imagine how Dean felt when he saw some jock on his boyfriend, Castiel, during free period. 

The jock had one hand on the locker next to Cas' face and had the other trailing up and down his arm. The guy kept leaning closer and closer to Cas, even when it was obvious he was uncomfortable. Cas was pressed against his locker and was clearly shaking his head no. His hands were on the guys chest, trying to push him away, put the man was relentless.  

Dean calmly walked over to his boyfriend, "Hey Cas."

Cas smiled at him and the jock looked up at him in annoyance, "Umm, we're trying to talk here."

"Oh really. 'Cause it looked to me like you were feeling up on my boyfriend when he obviously doesn't want it."

The jock smirked, "Who says he didn't want it." And with that, the jock moves his hand to Cas' rear and squeezes it.

Dean rips Cas' from the jock and puts an arm around his waist, "Don't touch him." The jock goes up to Dean, "What's your problem Winchester?" 

"I don't know. Have you looked in a mirror lately?" Dean says. 

The jock got up in Dean's face, "You better watch yourself if you keep talking like that." Dean smirked, "I would say the same thing but you would need a mirror to do that and we all know how that goes."

And right as the jock looked ready to kill, Mr. Singer stepped in between the boys. "Woah, take it easy. Winchester why don't you go home. Alastair, into my office."

Dean smirks at Alastair and walks off with Cas. When outside, Cas turns and gives Dean a kiss, "Thanks Babe."

Dean smiles at him, "You're welcome, Angel."