Destiel One Shots

Seventh Heaven AU

A/N I haven't done smut in a while so I decided it was time for some in my life... 4.5K words btw

As he stared up, the ceiling was annoying him for some reason.

Was it too white? Too bland? Too busy in its absenting ways? The fact that it was the same ceiling he'd looked up at since he'd moved here last week on sleepless nights? What was it about the friggin' ceiling that was pissing him off?

Dean's eyes squinted as they darted around the off-white abyss above him. Never had he been more confused at his own thoughts.

Perhaps he'd been without human contact for too long.

She's my cherry pie, cool drink of water such a sweet surprise suddenly blasted out from his phone, which happened to rest right next to his ear (which wasn't best pleased to have this sudden sound (for lack of a better word) ejaculation).

Dean groaned and rolled over on his messy bed, picking up the phone without looking at who was calling. He just wanted the noise to stop.

"How's it going my raging bisexual friend?"

Dean groaned in reply.

"Aww, not good?"

"What do you want, Charlie?"

The first time he and Charlie met, she shouted, in the middle of Starbucks, 'is anyone here goddamn gay?!' while wearing a rainbow flag around her shoulders and in a Zelda cosplay outfit. Dean raised his hand proudly while his brother died of embarrassment.

Dean and her hit it off after that, going to Pride, finding out they majored in the same subjects and compared their fucked up families. She introduced her male gay or otherwise friends and Dean repaid her the same curtesy.

Needless to say they were tighter than the tightest best friends.

"Well I could really do with a drink tonight and seeing as you're moping around..."

"No, Charlie. I can't. I'm basically broke."

Charlie sighed on the other end before raising her tone a little. "I'll pay?"

"Great," Dean leapt up, phone between ear and shoulder as he tried to find pants, "I'll meet you at Gabe's in half an hour?"

"You're on."

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Dean gritted his teeth, holding his death stare at Charlie who stood with a puffed chest and pouted lips.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Uh...I won?"

Dean hardened his stare. "No, Charlie. Not tonight."

"Come oooon!" she whined, suddenly clinging onto Dean's arm and looking up at him with puppy eyes. Damn it. Damn her.

"You can't be serious. There's a reason we stopped playing this game - you somehow got kicked out of a gay bar - ran by the the nicest people on Earth - and managed to piss off the majority of regulars. And I ended up bailing you from prison after..."