Destiel -- One Shots

When I Was Your Man Pt. 4

Dean woke up with the sound of his alarm, he set his clock earlier than usual. It was 6 in the morning and he checked his phone, no calls from Cass. He sat on his bed and dialed his number, straight from voicemail. "Hey, Cass, it's me. I was thinking about something last night and if you could just call me as soon as you get this I'd really appreciate it. Careful on your way home.'' He hung up and decided to get a warm shower to start the day. He laid his fed suit on top of his bed, when he got out of the shower he checked his phone, still no calls. Sam got up and did the same.

'Why are you up so early?' Sam was squinting.

'Early bird catches the worm. About time we catch this son of a gun.' He fixed his tie.

'Do you mean? Early bird goes home to Cass?' Sam grinned, Dean shook his head.

'Breakfast at Gilligan's?' Dean asked.

'Yup, then we'll drop by at the house again and we'll bring the jar we found yesterday if it's still there.' Dean was quiet on the way to the diner.

'Can't stop thinking about him?' Sam asked, he glanced at him.

'You're probably right.' Dean said looking outside the window.

'About what?'

'I can't do this to him. Being away from him, always on the hunt. He'll get tired of it, sooner or later.' He said, still looking outside the window.

'You do know that I'm just stating the facts, right? You don't have to listen to me if you don't want to. If you really like him, go for it. You're letting the negativity take toll on you. As soon as we catch this goon we'll go back. Talk to him, spend some time with him. Especially in our line of work, life is short, like, literally.' Sam said. He didn't respond. They arrived at the house and tried knocking. Knock once....no answer. Knock twice........no answer. Thrice....still no answer. They went around the back and the jar of eyes is still there. Dean reached for the jar and saw someone inside through the window. He signaled Sam and gestured for him to be quiet and that there's someone inside the house. Sam began to walk towards the  door ready to barge in and Dean positioned to the side of the back entrance. He counted quietly, 1......2......3.

'Freeze!' Sam shouted. The guy turned around and held his hands up in the air. He tried to run but Dean caught up to him, Sam held the guy tightly and Dean held a silver spoon against his cheek. His skin burned.

'Who are you people? How did you know?' They sat him down and Sam pointed a gun at him.

'You move, I shoot. This gun contains silver bullets, just 3 shots and you'll die. We deal with creatures like you. Vampires, leviathans, demons, and what have you. We suspected from the looks of your kitchen. Disposable utensils and take out foods. No silver in the house.' Sam relaxed but his hand didn't move. Dean sat across the small table also pointed a gun at him.

'So, care to explain why you're doing this, Hugo?' Dean pulled his eyebrows together waiting for an answer.

'I'm always hungry after hibernation. We can't hunt very well during the cold. Too many holidays, that's why we save up before winter.'

'What about this jar of eyes?' Dean pulled out the jar from his coat.

'They're like candies, i just like the color.'

'You're killing innocent girls and you feed on them, you disgusting bitch.' Dean stared at him for a long time.

'What about me? I have to eat!' Dean leaned close to him and grabbed his jaw.

'Listen to me, I could give a rat's ass about you and your species. You must cease to exist, you and your kind. The world is better off without you, if I could just burn all of you overnight, I'd do it.' He let go of him, and Sam looked at him. 'Let's cuff him and go back to the precinct.' They tried to cuff him but he was shaking everytime because of the cuffs were silver, Dean punched him with the gun and he's out like a bulb. They went back to the station and warned the officers that they should keep the cuffs on.

'Wanna grab dinner on the way back to motel?' Sam asked.

'I'll just take some burger and fries.' Dean said dryly. They grabbed some take outs and went back to the motel, Dean changed into his regular clothes.

'We'll leave tomorrow morning.' Dean said and went straight to bed.

'Good night.' Sam said.