FanFic One-Shots

Destiel The Trap (Tales from the Crypt)

Dean Novak was in the kitchen mixing cookie dough together while dancing to Kansas as it blared through the radio that stood on the kitchen counter. He was not having the best week with Michael Novak his husband who was quite abusive towards him. He had made the mistake to clean the house on Tuesday and not Monday resulting in a slap. Dean sighed in his head as he thought about his husband. He was brought out of thought when he realized the song was about to end so he went to spin and strike a pose.

He dropped the bowl of cookie dough when he had spun around and came face to face with Michael's angry hazel eyes making Dean jump back incase his husband made a move to strike. "What the fuck are you doing!" yelled Michael as he went to turn off the radio. "Making cookies." Said Dean as he leaned down to pick up the bowl and the cookie dough that fell out. There goes another batch. The last one he made was thrown at his head when Michael changed his mind about wanting chocolate chip, that he wanted peanut and butter ones. "Why are you home so early?" asked Dean as he tossed the cookie dough away.

"I got canned."

"Canned?"

"CANNED!"

"Why?!"

Michael grabbed Dean by his arm and yanked on it making Dean trip into him as he grabbed Dean's face with his right hand squeezing it that it made Dean visibly flinch. "Do you know how the fucking star bucks machine works?! Do you know what is used to make the cream and how?!"

"No!" exclaimed Dean and after a moment Michael tossed him back saying "Neither do I. Still don't."

"What are we going to do about the bills? The insurance company wants the payment for your life policy."

"I will find a way!"

They stood in silence as Michael went to go watch television as Dean made dinner. The phone rung and Dean rushed to answer it.

"Hello. Novak residence. Dean Novak speaking... Mr. Lucifer ... The insurance bill... uhh... (Michael made hand motions in front of his husband.) My husband sent it into the air...He sent it by mail!"

Michael grabbed the phone from Dean and argued with Lucifer Morningstar, the head of the Cage life insurance policy. Dean really was starting to freak. Michael refused to let him get a job and Michael would probably wait until it was too late to get a job.

"Deano! I have an idea!" Dean head turned so fast he almost got whiplash as he realized an idea from his husband was always dreadful. "Yes?"

"Let's cash out my life policy!"

"What?"

"Let's kill me and cash out and then you and I can run off to Brazil and live the high life!"

"But...but how?"

"Give me a sec."

Michael picked up the phone he had slammed down on Mr. Lucifer and made a call. Dean realized to who when Michael said 'Hey Cassy!'

Castiel Novak was Micheals youngest brother. Dean always regretted his life with Michael and wished it was with Cas and his blue eyes that held so much concern for his brother in law. He did not want to drag Castiel into this. Then it clicked why. Castiel worked at Heavens Morgue. He wanted Cas's help to fake his death. Oh no...

Dean heard the conversation between the brothers as he blackmailed Cas with helping Michael use some of his mother's money for bills. Their mother hated Dean and did not like Cas either. Anna Novak was a retched woman.

The next day Cas pitched up at their house as Dean has finished putting white powder make up on to Michaels face to make him look pale and dead from no blood running through his veins. Dean was even surprised that he even had a heart to pump the blood. When Cas came in Dean felt butterflies in his stomach and his chest tighten when he saw the beauty of Castiel. Blue eyes always watching him, dark hair always tousled as if he had just gotten up and his deep voice that did things to Dean he could only think about in private.

"The make-up needs to be toned down a bit. You are supposed to look Ashen and not a clown." Said Cas to his brother making Dean cringe at his job. He wasn't perfect okay!

Michael went to the bathroom to go wipe some down leaving Cas and Dean alone. "You shouldn't do this Cas." Said Dean as he felt a gravitational force pulling him towards Castiel. He was so close if he leaned a bit down his lips would be on those plush lips. Oh how he wanted to taste them. "I can't leave you alone with that brutes plans. It could get you hurt." Whispered Cas. They felt as if they spoke louder the moment would be gone. As Cas had said that he had come closer. Lips almost touching. Just a little closer.

"Dang it Deano! What is wrong with you make up skills. I am not a ghost!" yelled Michael as he walked back in not noticing how Dean and Cas had separated as quick as lightning.

"Well let's get this done." Said Cas in an annoyed voice which sparked hope for Dean.

They had made the hole and blood work together that it looked like a wound but Michael would not stop rubbing his balls so he suggested they knock him out. "Come on Deano for all the time I've hit you around."

Dean was hesitant but when Michael told him that he had been fucking Dean's brother Adam and Lisa who was Dean's best friend he hit Michael hard with a fire poker but only got a few hits before Castiel took hit and gave Michael a hard hit knocking him out.

"I don't like the way he treats you." Was all he said making Dean blush.

The cops had come and done the inspection with Cas insisting he do the body for his brother's sake. Officer Crowley didn't have an issue but when he spotted the fire poker with blood there was a small panic but Cas was able to handle it.

They did the funeral which was Dean pretending to cry as Michael lay awake in the coffin. His mother, Mother Novak as everyone called came in hysterical blaming Dean and Cas but was lead out by Officer Crowley when she went for them after they said Michael would be cremated. They closed the coffin lid and waited until everyone cleared. That was when things went very well for Dean. Cas had pulled him in for a kiss when the church has emptied. Plush lips against his plump ones sent a thrill down his spines and when Cas was able to pick him up and place him on top of the coffin before getting on top of Dean to have a full make out session was even hotter for dean. As Dean was squirming under Cas's ministrations he accidently pushed the leaver making the coffin on the bored that lead to the cremation fire move. They continued to make out not hearing Michael's yelling and knocking from the coffin.

Before it go to heated between them and the coffin going into the fire Mother Novak had gotten away from the police and barging into the church yelling that her son was alive which made dean and Cas end their session of making out.

They had gotten Mother Novak out and sat in the morgue discussing what to do convincing Michael to go to Brazil himself and that Dean would see him in three months.

A year later after spending it in Brazil and having plastic surgery Michael now as Mister Smith charge the door to his old house. He knocked on the door and Dean opened, he demanded to know why he hadn't pitched but Dean claimed he did not know him. Dean said he would call his husband and Michael was annoyed by Dean's childish acts that he grabbed him by his arm but was pushed into the wall by a bruising grip by none other than Castiel his baby brother. Castiel told Dean to call the cops.

They sat in court with Michael claiming he was Michael Novak but the court said he did not look like him and his name was Mister Smith. Even the waiter from Brazil Carlos said he was Mister Smith. It also seemed that his mother had lost a few screws because she believed everyone was her son and that she Eleanor Roosevelt. Things did not go well and he was then sentenced to the Death Penalty as they suspected him to be Michael Novak murderer.

When he sat on the chair his last words were "I am Michael Novak." Before the electric shock stopped his heart.

Dean and Cas continued to live happily together.

Well not before stopping in Brazil for a vacation and enjoying the beautiful sunset as Carlos gave them their drinks.