Destiel One Shots

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(A/N: This is a celebration of 1,000 reads on my merthur SuperWhoLock mashup. Anyone who deigns to read this and has or cares to read that one -Into the Abyss- should totally comment on the last chapter what you want me to do other than this. Thanks HarleyReadIt, for helping me get here and also for the "inspiration" to write this little tidbit. Anyways, enjoy!)

Dean sat on the small couch in the dingy little motel room with the computer on his lap. This time, for once, he wasn't looking up porn. Ever since he had finally kissed Castiel, all of his sexual desires were met when needed. Instead, he was looking up how to cook apple pie. (let it be known that since I am writing this on my iPhone, auto correct wanted apple to be capitalized.)

He knew how, of course. It had simply been a very long time since he last had cooked one, and he wanted it to be perfect for his first date night with Castiel. That would be tonight. He hadn't told Sam, of course. Sam had gone out a while ago, and Dean hadn't heard from him since. It had only been a couple of hours, so there really wasn't anything to worry about yet, even though he hadn't talked about where he was going.

For once, they weren't here for a case. They're here to see a marvel they had never seen before. The only train station-themed McDonalds in Barstow. Most people have never heard of the small town in California, but a lot of people travel through it to get to LA or Las Vegas.

Eventually, Dean felt he had found a sufficient recipe, so he got up, grabbed his keys and went to the door to get groceries before he remembered that Sam had taken Baby. "Damn," he muttered to himself. So, he sat back on the couch that hat a slight little lump in the back, just big enough to be annoying but not large enough to be painful. The large man fidgeted slightly before resigning himself to the discomfort before the doorknob clicked with the sounds of a key unlocking it. The door creaked open to reveal a sight slightly more than disturbing. Sam was... headless? His body shuffled through the door, his head, hair all in a disaray, held in his upraised left hand.

"What, uh.. what happened? I- I mean, do you, uh, wanna talk about it?" Dean sat fidgeting in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the unfamiliar situation.

Sam simply chuckled a bit before taking in a breath (Dean still hasn't figured out how that works, even months afterwards). "I went to the barbers to get my hair cut- yeah I know, you never would have guessed, shut up- and he dicked up my cut, so I got pissed. Apparently, the guy's a witch, because this happened. Apparently, he's what we needed to hunt, but I still haven't been abe to, if you couldn't tell. Also, there's probably someone you're going to want to meet. Come on in guys!" The last bit was directed to the outside of the motel room. The door opened to reveal Castiel, not wearing his trench coat, his hair completely messed up, not at all how he normally has it. He moves into the room, followed by two other people. Dean and Sam, dDean realized after a second or five staring listlessly at the group, his mouth slightly agape.

"You remember that time that you guys went to the parallel world where you were actors? That's where we come from. We showed up today in the supermarket, and I found Sam and thought I should pop in and say hey. Hey!" the pseudo-Dean said nonchalantly as if nothing at all was odd about the situation in the least. At that moment, Castiel-the real one- popped in very close to Dean, his face as adorably confused as ever.

"Dean, why are there two of you?" Cas always had been able to make Dean laugh at times when it would have otherwise been impossible.

"There aren't. The other one is...? Harry? Jake?"

"Jensen," the man chimed in amusedly.

"Jensen? Really? Fine, Jensen it is then. And, the others are there too." He sort of felt defeated after he had tried to introduce his doppelganger.

"I"m Jared," the fake Sam said with an undeniable air of infuriating friendliness, "And this is Misha," the giant said, pointing towards the inferior Castiel.

"Misha?" This time, the sound of outrage came from the more than slightly ruffled angel. Dean chuckled, accompanied by Sam. Jared and Misha burst into laughter and Jensen smiled almost shyly. Dean must say, he thinks he might like these guys.
"So," Misha said. "Let's get washed up for the orgy!" He was plainly joking, but everyone except the Sams agreed wholeheartedly.
And so the remainder of the day was spent.