Supernatural One-Shots

46. im only a facetime away (destiel)

"...so you see," Dean continued. "You just have to click the video symbol to call me and the green button that says 'accept' to answer my call to you. Understand?"

Cas nodded, looking down at his new phone. "Yes, I believe I am beginning to understand the concept of the timeface."

Dean chuckled a bit. "No. It's FaceTime not timeface."

"Oh, my bad sorry." He mumbled.
"It's fine." Dean patted his back as he got up and went to the fridge, opening it to see if there was any food-- which there wasn't.

"Well, I guess I'm heading to the grocery store, want me to pick you up anything?"
Dean asked Cas as he re-entered the living room empty handed.

Cas stood up. "I'll go! It's the least I could do after you teaching me the ways of t-FaceTime, Dean."

Dean shrugged and sat down.
one less run for him.

"Well, get actual food, Cas." Said Sam as he entered the room aswell.

"And beer! Oh and pie!" Shouted Dean.

Before either of them could say anything, Cas had already zapped out and was at the local supermarket.

Within minutes, Dean's phone was already going off with a ringing.

He picked it up to see Cas was trying to FaceTime him and he sighed and playfully rolled his eyes as accepted the call and saw Cas rummaging through chip bags on a shelf.

"Cas?! What are you doing?"

"I didn't know which chips to get." He said.
"Which ones would you like, Dean?"

"Doritos."

Cas grabbed a bag and the call ended.

Dean sat his phone down and kicked his feet up, turning on the tv to Dr. Sexy M.D.

About 10 minutes into the show, his phone went off once again.

He accepted.

"What is it-"

"What dip do you want for the chips?" He said, not even looking at the camera.

"Is that what you've been doing for the last 10 minutes? Looking for a dip?" Dean chuckled.

"Yes. Now what kind?"

"One cheese and one French onion for Sam."

The call ended.

Dean resumed his show and before he could even refocus on it, there was another call.

He accepted boredly.

"Ice cream? If so, what kind?"

"Vanilla with the swirls."

Cas nodded. "And pie?"

"Apple."

The call ended once again.

Dean resumed his show, finishing two episodes which was odd because Cas hadn't called him again so Dean decided to call this time to make sure he was okay and Cas could exercise his 'accepting' skills.

He picked up his phone and clicked Cas's name on FaceTime.

It said calling.

It connected.

After two tries.

"Oh, Dean, thank goodness you called! What color puppy would you prefer?"

Cas said, looking down at something smiling and one arm was moving in a petting motion.

"Oh no, Cas! No puppies!"

"So white with brown spots?" Cas said, turning his head for a moment.

"No, Cas! No puppies!" Dean yelled again.
"I mean it-"
The call ended.

In just a few moments, Cas returned holding a small puppy-- white with brown spots.

"Cas, you're going to have to take him back." Said Dean getting up off the couch.

"The puppy's name is Spot and she's staying."
Said Cas, holding the puppy protectively and the grocerys lay at his feet.

Cas has never glared with such anger before, but he is now.

"Fine. You'll clean up its shit and piss and you'll keep it fed." Said Dean, going for his beer.

Cas nodded. "Deal."

He sat on the floor and played with Spot who wandered over to Dean and jumped on his lap.

Spot began to lick Dean's hand. "Get this thing off."

"She likes you." Cas smiled.

"The feelings not mutual." Said Dean scowling

______

Dean wouldn't admit it but a week later Cas FaceTimed Sam from the living room (Sam was only in his room) and Dean was playing with the puppy and feeding her.

you could say he has a real soft spot.