Destiel Oneshots

Love Sucks

(3rd person POV)

Castiel hated Dean Winchester with a burning passion.

He hated his stupid green eyes and stupid blonde hair that was actually brown.

He hated his old leather jacket and never ending supply of flannel. Like seriously who the fuck needed that much flannel?

But most of all he hated the fact that Dean Winchester always had a girl on his arm, he was such a man-whore.

Like right now, Dean was making out with a bitchy brunette from bio class on Cas' locker.

Ew.

"Winchester, could you refrain from whoring around on my locker? Thanks," said Cas, smiling sarcastically.

Dean rolled his eyes and said goodbye to his newest skank, who looked Cas up and down and winked.

"What up, Fagstiel?"

"That all you got, Dean Weeniechaser?" Cas hissed the last part quietly.

Last month Cas caught Dean giving a blowjob to a guy from football. Lucky for Dean, Mr. Six Inches didn't go to their school. Cas was the only one who knew Dean was bi. So whenever Dean jabbed at the fact Cas was gay, his sexuality was also brought up.

Dean flushed red and glared at Cas.

Cas opened his locker violently and grabbed his math texbook.

"You damn hypocrite," Cas said before slamming his locker shut and walking off in the opposite direction.

He really needed a smoke right about now.

Cas sat in the gardens and lit his cigarette, inhaling deeply.

"Smoking kills, ya know."

Cas turned around and flipped Dean off.

"Why do you think I do it?" he said with a smirk.

Dean shook his head and jumped down from the steps near the entrance.

He plucked the cigarette from Cas' hands and ground it into the concrete. "Just because you don't care, doesn't mean the people around you don't."

Cas couldn't think of a snarky comment so he just stuck out his tongue at Dean and turned around and ran.

Real smooth, Novak, he thought to himself.

****

Later that night Cas went to one of the stupid jock's parties to blow off some steam.

He picked up a red cup and swished around the contents.

He shrugged and took a sip and cringed at the flavor. "Well that tastes like shit," he muttered.

He continued his search for better booze when he came across a liquor cabinet.

"Yahtzee," he whispered to himself as he snatched a bottle of Jack Daniels.

He went up the stairs and slipped into one of the unoccupied rooms.

By the time he finished 3/4 the bottle he was drunk off his ass.

So he didn't see the face of the person who walked in.

"Cas? Buddy, can you hear me."

Cas giggled as the form in front of him, it was extremely blurry.

"Okay, up we go," it said hauling Cas off the floor and plopping him onto the bed. From what Cas could tell this person was a guy.

The guy waved his hand in front of Cas' face. Cas grabbed his wrist and squinted his eyes, trying to see the man better.