Destiel One Shots

One night stand

Dean opened his eyes, slowly at first. He had a pounding headache and it felt like something had died in his throat. It was far too bright in the room, which he noted was his.

Why was he warm?

He looked down to see a person, and scooted away from them in surprise, but then he smirked.

Aw sweet, I got laid?

The person looked like a dude, not that Dean had a problem with that, dudes were cool too.

The guy shifted in his sleep, probably noticing Dean's absence, and rolled over, trying to nuzzle into Dean's chest.

Holy shit. That was Cas.

Cas, Dean's dorky roommate. The guy who wore stupid bee socks and never understood a pop culture reference.

Cas, the guy who Dean was sorta in love with, lying next to him, in his bed, naked.

Dean sat up abruptly, staring wide eyed down at his best friend, who was stirring.

Castiel's eyelashes fluttered against his cheek. In any other circumstance Dean would think he looked cute, not that he watched him sleep or anything. Especially when Dean would catch him passed out on the couch when he came home from work, a textbook or two open on the coffee table, and when he would pick him up and take Cas back to his own room. Definitely not then.

For now Dean just stared down at Cas, like a deer in the headlights.

His blue eyes slowly opened, and when he caught sight of Dean he sat up and pulled then blankets over himself in a flash of movement.

They stared wide eyed at each other for what seemed like years until Cas' startled voice finally broke the shocked silence.

"We're not- We didn't- Did we-?" The question hung in the air, bringing a tense silence with it.

"What the hell happened last night?" Dean asked, neither of them spoke, clearly understanding that something HAD happened last night, but they were too drunk to remember it.

"I-I don't know." Cas said, still staring with wide eyes back at Dean.

"I-I'm going to get d-dressed." He said making a move to get up but then realizing the circumstances and turned back to Dean.

"Can you not- Can you not look?" Dean bit his lip and looked away from Cas.

A few shuffling sounds from the other party then a soft "you can turn around now." And Dean turned back to his friend.

He looked adorable. Cas had put on one of Dean's shirts (which, by the way, was about a size too big for him) and was flushed deep red.

Dean should sleep with him more often.

Wait, did I really just think that?

"You should get dressed Dean." Dean nodded and Cas walked out of his room.

Dean had just barely put on pants when he heard Cas call "Um, Dean? You might want to get it here." So now Dean was standing shirtless next to Cas, surveying the wreck of their living room.