Destiel One-Shots

New Year, New Me

A/N: Hey, everybody! You have no idea what all of your positive comments and votes have done for me, thank you so much. I'm thinking about starting another set of one shots with Sam x Reader, so keep your eyes open for that!

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New year, new me, right? Dean thought to himself with a grimace. He had let Sam convince him that the perfect new year's resolution was to get healthier. Sam said he would go easy on Dean until he got more fit, but a 6 mile run was not Dean's idea of easy.

Sam's back was a small speck in the distance, and steadily shrinking. I could definitely just quit now and head back to the bunker. Dean smiled a little at the thought, but knew Sam would be disappointed if he did. So he lumbered on.

Probably around the 3 mile checkpoint, Dean felt this weird twinge in his left leg. Since he was used to the weird feelings on hunts, he ignored it. By the 4 mile checkpoint, his entire left leg was one mass of burning pain. The pain was infecting his lungs, and every breath hurt. Finally, Dean had enough.

"Cas!" Dean shouted, as he started to collapse. Strong arms wrapped around him, and he found himself back in the bunker in a blink. Dean was shaking and sweating, pain making him stream profanities under his breath.

Cas brought him to his bedroom and laid him on the bed. Dean laid on his back, grasping at his leg and whimpering.

"What do you need, Dean? How can I help?" Cas didn't even know how that sounded in his gravely voice. Dean opened his eyes and looked up at him, and his disheveled appearance that he always had.

Dean swallowed and said, "Just... Ah... Fuck... I need..."

"What do you need, Dean?" Cas leaned closer to him and laid his hand on the handprint.

Dean sighed as a cool relief seemed to flow from Cas's hand through his body.

"I need to get this rubbed out." Dean could have kicked himself for how that sounded. "I... I mean... The cramp. I twinged something in the back of my thigh." Dean's face was red and he wasn't meeting Cas's eyes.

"Turn over." Cas commanded, standing up and shrugging off his trenchcoat. Dean eyed his backside when he turned around to throw the coat on a chair. He rolled over with a pained gasp. Without Cas's touch, the pain came back quickly.

Gentle hands touched the back of Dean's thigh, sending soothing pulses through his body. Long, nimble fingers danced over his hamstring, feeling for the tight muscles. They brushed over the knot of tension just under Dean's backside.

"Ow!" Dean muffled his shout into the pillow. Cas shushed him, pulsing more soothing relief into Dean. His fingers started to work on the knot, loosening the muscles. Dean groaned and moaned as the tension started to leave his body.

"Does that feel good, Dean?" Cas asked when the last bit of tension had left Dean. Dean muffled a groan that was for an entirely different reason.

It wasn't his fault that he had a hopeless crush on Cas, and that every word coming out of Cas's mouth was going straight to Dean's hardening cock.

"Yeah," Dean said an octave lower than usual, clearing his throat before continuing, "thanks."

"My pleasure, Dean." Cas said, leaving the edge of the bed and picking up his trenchcoat. He turned to Dean, who was still laying face down on the bed, trying to hide his awkward boner.

"I'll leave you to your shower."

Thank God, Dean thought, Now I can deal with this without it getting awkward.

Cas left the room and Dean quickly leaped to his feet before running to the bathroom.

Once he was under the hot spray, he finally touched himself, recalling how all those words had sounded tumbling out of Cas's lips.

It wasn't long before Dean was close.

"Ah... Uh... Cas... Uuuuuuhhhhhhh..... CAS!" Dean shouted as he came against the shower wall.

"Dean?" Cas asked, just outside the shower curtain. Fuck... Dean thought.

"Yeah, Cas?" Dean asked, hoping his voice wasn't really as raspy as it sounded. It was a while before Cas spoke, Dean listening for any sign from him. Does he know? Is he disgusted? I don't even know if he's that kind of angel?! Maybe he's thinking he's too pure for some fucked-up crap like me to defile. Oh God, what have I done?

"I know you like me, Dean. I could have helped you cum." Dean swore his heart stopped for a solid minute.

Silence.

Then finally...

"Well then, get the hell in here, Cas!" The smirk on Cas's lips spoke of his pleasure at those words.