Destiel One Shots

Open Curtains

 Dean had always forgotten to close his apartment window, which led to waking up blind, trying to close the curtains and stumble back to bed.

However, all of those sleepless mornings due to sunlight streaming in finally payed off one night.

Dean was singing along to Eye of the Tiger by Survivor, until he was caught by a handsome stranger who was staring at him curiously. They made eye contact for a short moment and Dean fell silent, but only for a moment. He shrugged at the man and continued singing along, but now pointing out the man. The man was amused by this, and seemed to laugh continuously at Dean's antics.

After Eye of the Tiger ended, Dean bowed again and again, and saluted the stranger. The stranger returned the favor, and they both closed the curtains, smiling to themselves at the strange occurrence.

The next day, Dean woke up noticing that he had, in fact, closed the curtains, and all of the memories from last night hit him like a brick.

A pleasant, smile bringing brick, but a brick nonetheless.

"What a funny stranger," he mumbled, getting ready to go to work. He worked at a car garage, fixing cars, and he loved his job. It also helped him take care of his pride and joy, a 1967 Chevrolet Impala.

It was his father's, but was given to him when he turned 17, and he had been taking care of it since, cherishing the memories he had, in which he and his little brother, Sam, engraved their initials and had an army man in the ashtray put by Sam, and Legos shoved in the vents by Dean, marking it as their own.

When Dean got home from an exhausting day at work, he blasted Eye of the Tiger, like every night (it gave him great comfort), and he started singing along to it, and turned to see the same man from the night before.

He did the exact same thing as last night, making eye contact, before shrugging and continuing to dance and sing along.

This time, however, the man was shaking in silent laughter, completely breaking down, making Dean smile.

It ended the same way, as well, they each saluted each other and closed their curtains. Dean chuckled to himself, and headed off to bed.

This continued on for about a month, though occasionally changing songs like Back in Black by AC/DC, to Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas, and so on. They each looked forward to the performance, and the other man actually started dancing with Dean, laughing themselves to stitches.

One day, while Dean was working on a worn down car, his boss, Bobby, came out to him.

"Boy, somebody else can take care of that car. We got a predicament that I thought you might be able to solve," Bobby said.

"Alright, Bobby. Just bring me to it," Dean answered.

He was taken outside to a very beaten up 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V, and he inspected it, and got his supplies out (I don't do cars, sorry!).

"I want you to meet the owner, he'll describe what happened," Bobby said.

Dean sighed, assuming whoever owned this was a complete wackjob, but was pleasantly surprised to see the man from the window. Dean's eyes widened in shock, but his mouth broke into a huge grin.

The man was even better looking when he was closer. He had wild raven black hair, and piercing blue eyes. He wore a white button up and dress pants, and topped with a trench coat which was sizes too big.

"Nice to finally meet you up close," Dean said, and he stuck out his hand, but quickly withdrew it, remembering that they were all greasy from working on the earlier car.

"Same here, though I wish my car wasn't broken," the man returned, smiling.

"Well, that's what I'm here for. I'm Dean, by the way," Dean said.

"I'm Castiel," Castiel returned.

"Nice name, Cas! Isn't it an angel name?" Dean asked, loosely throwing out the nickname like nothing. He noticed that Cas was completely comfortable by the nickname, and even looked pleased by it. He took it as a good sign.

"Yes, actually. My whole family are named after angels."

"That's really cool!" Dean said, crouching down to get started on the car. Throughout the fixing and diagnosing of the car, they continued a steady conversation, not once getting awkward or dwindling.

The exchanged phone numbers and promised to talk to each other soon, and went their separate ways.

That night, without fail, Dean sang to a song, and Cas gladly joined in.

Dean opened his window and started belching out the lyrics, and Cas took a little while to catch on and opened his window, but joined as soon as he did, earning themselves sharp raps on their doors and shouts from the neighbors surrounding them. They ignored them and continued.

Before long, they went to hang out, and their relationship bloomed, to friends, to best friends, and they soon became more than friends, then finally, husbands.

Telling their children how they met was amusing, and they loved to see the surprise on their faces, even though they had been told the story time and time again.

To this day, when Dean gets home, he blasts his music and sings the lyrics, soon joined by his wonderful husband, Castiel.

A/N

What do you guys think of the first one shot in the book thing? I personally think it's adorable, but that's just me. I hope you enjoy my one shot for you, and have a fantastic day.

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Sooooooooooo enjoy my lovely hedgehogs!

Inu