Destiel One-Shots

Missing You

Enjoy, you alpacas

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"I got nothing, Sammy." A tired Dean said after 3 hours of research.

The thing they were hunting was definitely a demon, the brothers just didn't know how powerful or if it was more than one.

"C'mon, Dean. Just 10 more minutes, please?" Sam pleaded. He may be a grown man but getting out the puppy eyes never hurt, right?

"Can't we just wait 'til Cas gets back? He'll have plenty of information. Plus, it'll save us time." Dean said, it was clear he hated research. That's why Sam did the research and Dean did the drinking.

What? It's a good deal!

"No, Dean. I'm sick of you leaving all the research to me while you go out and drink and get laid. This time, we're switching roles!" Sam shouted, grabbing his coat and wallet before making his way to the door.

Well there goes the deal.

"C'mon Sammy, don't be a bitch," Dean called after him, taking a sip from his half empty beer bottle.

"Then you shouldn't be such a jerk!" Sam said before slamming the door and driving off in a stolen car.

"Great, now I'm the walking encyclopedia of weirdness."

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2 hours later

Dean had discovered a lot. Firstly, it was more then one demon, maybe three or four. Secondly, they were only black-eyed, so he could take them out easily.

Thirdly, he found their base. It wasn't all him though, Castiel had helped, too.

Cas had arrived about 20 minutes after Sam left, saying he would help and Dean agreed.

So here they were, outside an abandoned warehouse. Dean cocked his gun and Castiel followed him inside.

They kept quiet, not wanting to give away their position. Only one demon had come across them, but he was an assistant to someone higher up in the group(and clearly inexperienced) Dean took him out with Ruby's blade quickly.

They walked into the center of the warehouse, Cas having looked in every corner and coming up with nothing.

No demons. No traps. Not even a single smell of sulfur.

The angel and hunter were beginning to think they got the wrong ware house. But the guy they killed earlier couldn't have been here on his own.

"Hello, boys." Some one said from behind the two.

Both boys turned around, Crowley standing right in front of them.

"Crowley, what the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked aiming his gun even though it was useless.

"What? No hello?" He asked, being the arrogant person he is.

"Cut the crap, Crowley. Why are you here?" Dean asked once again.

"Well, word is its not so nice up in Heaven. And upstairs wants a certain angel dead, and I am going to kill that certain angel. " Crowley said, putting his hands in his pockets.