Destiel One Shots

Dean and Cas Sneak Around

Two weeks.

It's been two weeks since Dean confessed his feelings to his best friend and his brother still doesn't know.

It's all been hurried kisses and winks thrown around from behind Sam's back. It was horrible when Dean went on hunts, leaving Cas behind in the bunker they had come to know as home.

Cas would call Dean once every day, sometimes twice. But even those phone calls were rushed, for they didn't want Sam to suspect anything.

Some nights Cas or Dean would sneak over to the other's room, then leave early in the morning. One time Dean was caught closing the door to his boyfriend's bedroom, but he quickly made an excuse about checking on Cas.

Sam had raised an eyebrow at the excuse but nothing more.

One night, after Dean had snuck into Castiel's room and they had finished doing whatever it is they do at night, Cas looked up from where his head rested on Dean's chest.

"We need to tell him." He said flatly. Dean groaned and leaned down to kiss him.

"Come on baby, we've talked about this." They had talked about it. As soon as they got together they decided it would be best to keep it a secret from Sam, at least for a while.

"Yes, I know. But it's been two weeks and I want to be able to kiss my boyfriend in public. I want to go on sappy dates with you and not have to sneak into your bedroom at night and leave in the morning as soon as I wake up." Dean's heart still melted whenever Cas called him his boyfriend.

Dean smiled and moved so he was hovering over Cas, who leaned up to press a kiss to his lips.

"I want that too, but shouldn't we just let Sam figure it out himself?" Cas gave him a bitchface that rivaled Sam's.

"You really think that's a good idea? Dean, come on. When has keeping a secret from Sam ever turned out to be a good thing?"

"I just... I don't want him to look at me different ya know?" Cas's hand went up to Dean's hair, running his fingers through short light-brown strands.

"He wouldn't look at you different, Dean. Just because you're in a romantic relationship with a man doesn't make you any less of what you are to Sam, a hero." Dean kissed him again and smiled.

"Why do you always do that to me?" Cas's eyebrows knitted together.

"Do what?" Dean chuckled and kissed his cheek.

"Make me so happy." Cas smiled and pulled him in for another kiss.

The next morning Dean did his usual sneaking out of Castiel's bedroom routine, then walked into the kitchen to see Sam making coffee.

"Mornin'." Dean said, leaning up against the counter.

"Morning," Sam looked up from the coffee machine and nodded at his brother.

"So I found a case." He took his computer off the table and opened it up to a web article.

"Springville Utah. Family of three, murdered in their own home. No survivors but friend of the family said that the house had been undergoing strange power fluctuations and weird noises. Could be a ghost." Dean looked at the article and nodded.

"Okay, let's get packed up. We can leave at three."

Dean walked out of the kitchen in his bathrobe to go to his room, but decided to stop by Cas' room because it was on the way.

Cas was still in his bed, sleeping peacefully and Dean smiled at the sight. He crossed the room and crawled onto the bed behind Cas.

The angel turned over to see Dean staring at him with a smile on his face.

"Hey." Dean said, and leaned down to kiss his boyfriend. Cas smiled and kissed him back.

"Hello." Dean's smile faded a little though, he remembered what he had come in here to do.

"So we've got a case." Cas groaned and rested his forehead against Dean's shoulder.

"Do you have to go?" Dean ran his hands through Cas's hair.

"Yeah. But it looks simple, we'll be gone for four days at most." Cas made a pouty face and Dean had to laugh because it was so unlike the angel.

"That's too long." His face turned serious as he looked into Dean's eyes.

"Promise me you'll talk to Sam?" Dean kissed him chastely.

"When we get back we can talk to him together, okay?" Cas nodded and Dean went to go pack.

"Next time, you dig the grave." Dean said as they got into the impala. His back was sore, he was getting too old for this shit, not that he would ever admit that.

Sam chuckled.

"Let's get back to the motel, we can get our stuff and leave tonight, sound good to you?" Dean asked his brother. Sam nodded.

Their problem was solved prematurely the morning after they got back though, as Cas snuck out of Dean's room. He was softly closing the door as he heard Sam's voice from behind him.

"Cas? What're you doing?" He jumped like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He turned to Sam and put his hands behind his back.

"Ah, well, I just- Well I- I was just in there to ask Dean if he had any... shampoo. For the kitchen." He squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment and mentally slapped himself.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh, yeah sure." He crossed his arms. "What's really going on here?" Cas was stammering, trying to come up with an excuse, when Dean opened the door behind him and he almost fell over.

Dean caught him by his shoulders and held him steady. He let out a forced laugh. "Hahaha! Silly Cas! I think he's just confused." Dean motioned back and forth with two fingers between Cas' eyes and his own.

"Guys I'm right here. Mind telling me what the hell is going on?" Dean sighed and Cas looked at him as if to say tell him?

He deserves to know.

Okay, you go first.

What? No! You first!

Sam cleared his throat.

Cas shrugged and slipped his hand into Dean's. Dean kissed his cheek and looked over to Sam, who pulled out his phone.

There was a snap as a picture was taken then Sam started typing furiously away at his phone. He sent the text message and slipped it back into his pocket.

"Charlie owes me twenty bucks."