Destiel One-Shots

Gotta Catch 'em All

'Hey, this is Dean. I'm not available right now. Leave your name, number, and nightmare at the tone.' 

Castiel sighs and hangs up his phone for what seems the millionth time. Everytime he calls his stupid boyfriend, all he gets is his stupid voicemail. 

Something suspicious was going on and Castiel was going to figure it out. Dean has cancelled plans, not answered calls or he's always busy, and has always been glancing at his phone during lectures. Castiel doesn't want to assume, but somethings going on. Even Sam said that Dean was glued to his phone during there weekly brothers night. 

And here Castiel was, staring at his boyfriend as he, once again, got antsy and tried to leave early. 

"Dean. Sit." Castiel demands, pointing to the freckled mans seat.

"Babe. I gotta go." He begs, pleading green eyes wide. 

Before Castiel can continue to argue, Dean is out the door. 

Castiel just stands in the lonely apartment, staring at the front door. He hugs his arms around himself, a small pang of sadness in his chest. He had prepared such a nice dinner tonight. He was trying to get Dean to spend time with him. Even made pie!

He just wasn't good enough. 

Castiel had no doubt that Dean loved him, but after having been through many bad relationships, he still is insecure. He can't help it, but Dean doesn't know that. Doesn't need to know. He doesn't need pity. 

So the dark haired man grabs the leftover dinner and throws it into the trash. He puts foil over the untouched pie before putting it in the fridge. He turns off all the lights and heads to bed for the evening. Doesn't even read his book like usual. Just climbs into bed and throws the covers over his head. 

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Castiel is woken up by the sound of the door to the apartment opening then closing. He glances at the clock on his nightstand. 11:45. Dean left an hour ago. 

The same man walks into the bedroom, undressing at he moves. Castiel feigns sleep, and Dean climbs next to the man, putting an arm around his waist. 

"Babe," He whisper. Dean gets no response. "Baaaabe. I know you're a light sleeper. You heard me come in."

Castiel turns his head with a whine to look at his boyfriend. The way his green eyes shine from the moonlight is breathtaking. But Castiel is still mad. 

Dean leans down and gives Castiel a deep kiss, cradling his face as he pulls away.

"I owe you an explanation." Dean says. 

He pulls out his phone and shift so the two of them can see the screen. Music starts playing from the app.  A picture of a guy walking is pulled up, with a blue monster hovering above him. At the bottom there's a warning to stay aware of your surroundings. Castiel gives Dean a confused look. 

"So, I know you're upset I left dinner. And that I've been pretty isolated lately. And I'm not cheating. There was a rare pokemon at the diner down the street." 

"What the fuck is a pokemon?" Castiel asks. 

Dean looks at his boyfriend like he had four eyes. "A pokemon? You know the show?"

Castiel shakes his head, "Well. They're creatures with powers. Like water and electricity and so on. All types of things. And you hunt and collect them with pokeballs. And you can also have gym battles, which is your pokemon against another." 

Castiel gives a small 'oh' and looks back at Dean's phone, which is now a map of their neighborhood with an avatar. A small creature appears on the screen and Castiel points to it. 

"Is that a pokemon?" Dean nods and takes his boyfriends hand, lacing their fingers. 

"That's Ratta. Fuckin' hate that bitch. I keep getting him." 

Castiel lets out a small huff of laughter and squeezes their hands, "But why do you leave so much?"

"To collect pokemon, you have to walk to get your avatar to move. And they have pokestops, where you can find pokemon. Thats why I keep looking at my phone." 

"But its all the time, Dean." Castiel explains, "Even during lectures."

Dean gives a shrug of his shoulders, blush on his face, "Gotta catch 'em all."

The couple sits their in silence, Dean catching another Ratta that appeared in front of him and Castiel watches. When he's done, Castiel looks up at Dean. 

"Can you teach me how to play?" He asks. 

Dean laughs and kisses his boyfriends head, "Tomorrow, babe."