Destiel One Shots

Secret Agents AU

"What's up chief?" Dean asked as he walked into the conference room. The others were already sat at the long table in the center of the room.

He took the seat next to Cas, falling into the chair and looking about as graceful as a walrus trying to jump.

Bobby threw a folder into the table, making it fall open from force. Three pictures fell out of the folder, all murder victims it would seem.

Dean pulled the pictures toward himself.

"Homicides. All same killer. All victims male. Same method too. He carved their hearts out with a knife, no other cause of death from the looks of it. Bastard must have done it before they died. Looks like this guy wasn't being too careful about patterns." Bobby said, face expressionless.

"Was there any connections to the victims? Other than them all being male?" Cas spoke this time.  

"They all worked at a strip club. Angel's Heaven. Hardly anything angelic about that place." He snorted.

"I'm assuming this is a gay strip club?"

"Yes, but if we're going to find this sicko, one of you has to go undercover." Dean stood up.

"I'll do it." Sam laughed. "You? Stripping? You'd probably look like a giraffe on roller skates!" Bobby glared at Sam, that shut him up.

"Although that analogy was... Unnecessary. Sam's right, better let the twink do it." Cas blushed profusely at the term.

"I said I didn't want to go back to that." Cas had a.... background that he wished not to discuss. He'd just been a witness for a case, but then he'd shown excellent skills in the field and even saved Dean's life, for that, Bobby had let him on the team.

"Listen, Cas, I know that was in the past, but if we don't do this, more people could die." Cas pursed his lips and nodded shortly.

"Okay, then what's our plan?"

———

Dean liked the plan at first. Cas would be up on stage, doing what he does, and Dean would pose as a costumer. If the plan failed he could at least watch Cas dance.

But now he hated the plan.

He was sat somewhat away from the stage, watching Cas do his thing. But he hated how the other men touched Cas. Their hands would grope at him, trying to take him for themselves. Dean loathed it.

Cas was beyond attractive, there's a reason he had a past in strip clubs. Dean wasn't too bad himself, but damn, Cas was hot. Dean felt selfish, he wanted Cas all to himself.

As much as he rocked the angel outfit, and looked like he owned that stage, Dean couldn't see past the awkward Cas he had come to know. All Dean knew right now, is that he wanted those hands off Cas.

The song ended and Cas strutted off the stage. Dean tried to snap out of his trance. He searched the guys that were groping Cas, not sure what he was looking for.

Maybe someone with a crazy look in their eyes. Scratch that, they all looked crazy. What about someone who looked nervous?

The next song began and Cas walked out onto the floor. The men all raised money, and so did Dean. Cas walked straight over to Dean, taking the money from his hand and lowering himself onto Dean's lap. He wrapped his arms around his neck, leaning back and looking at Dean. (I know that's not how lap dances go but I'm trying to make this somewhat PG guys cmon)

"Got any suspects?" Dean asked.

"Not yet, they all kind of look crazy eyed to me." Dean moved his hand to Cas' thigh. He moved his mouth close to Cas' ear.

"You do look pretty hot in that angel costume." Dean whispered. He heard Cas' breath hitch, then he slapped Dean's hand off his thigh. "No touching." His arms went back around Dean's neck. He paused for a moment. "And don't say things you don't mean."

Dean was taken aback by that statement. He looked into Cas' blue eyes and smirked. "I did mean it." He saw them widen for a fraction of a second before Cas' stone face came back.

"Not now." He hissed.

"Oh? Is that a promise for later then?" Cas rolled his eyes. The song ended.

"Song's over." He stepped gracefully off Dean's lap. "We'll talk later." Dean watched him sway over to a group of men, and the jealousy set in again.

———

Dean was moodily sipping his drink as he watched Cas parade around with those groping strangers.

"Hey baby." A voice came behind him. He turned to see a tall guy dressed in pointy horns lean over and rest his elbows on Dean's chair. "Want a dance?"

"No thanks. Just watching." The guy looked like he had been stung, and walked away. "Your loss, honey." He turned back around to find Cas gone.

He felt a buzz from his coat. He pulled out his phone to find a text from Cas.

I think I found the guy. I'm outside. Need backup.

Dean stood up from his chair. He walked out of the club onto the street outside. His phone buzzed again.

Help.

Dean ran to the alley between the club and the building next door. He saw a guy with a glint is his eye grabbing Cas' throat. A knife was raised above his head. He seemed not to have noticed Dean yet.

"Dance for me, slut!" The man yelled at Cas. Dean charged.

He tackled the guy to the ground, wrenching the knife from his hand.

"The only dancing you'll see, is in jail, bitch." He flipped him over and handcuffed him.

He looked to Cas. "Call Bobby. Tell him we got the guy."

"Already here." Cas jutted his head to the right where Dean looked and saw Bobby. "Cas texted me five minutes ago." Dean looked back at Cas.

"Dude, you have got to teach me how to do that."

———

Dean and Cas stood on the side of the road, red and blue lights flashing across their faces.

Cas rubbed his shoulders. "It's really cold out tonight." Dean looked at him.

"Well yeah, it's because you're barely wearing anything. Here," he took off his jacket and wrapped it around Cas.

"Now no one is staring and you're not cold. Even if it is a little cliche." Cas chuckled. "Yeah, maybe a little bit."

Blue eyes turned to him. "Dean? Do you still mean what you said earlier, in the club?" Dean pulled Cas close.

"Every word of it." He pressed his lips to Cas'. They were warm and inviting. He heard cheers from behind him, and turn to see everyone clapping.

"We were wondering when you two were gonna get your shit together." Bobby called and Dean laughed. Cas turned him back around and drew him into another kiss.

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I'm extremely tempted to make this into an actual fic, but since I already have three, I'm not going to.