Destiel Oneshots

Love

A/N: I didn't know what to name this, sorry if it sounds corny, but it is corny. God I really liked this one, its fluffy to the max. Hope you guys like this one, but this is almost at 100 reads and that's just crazy to me, so thank you if you read this consistently. Also I didn't know how to end this so sorry.

-Sam

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Meeting Dean had been an accident. Cas wasn't supposed to be at the mechanics that day. He was meant to go the following day, which he later found out was Dean's day off. However, Cas had an important job interview that had been rescheduled, so he went to the mechanics on Thursday instead of Friday and he thanked God for it.

Dean sat at the front desk with a newspaper in his hands and a scowl on his handsome face. Cas had stared at his rugged beauty for a minute before clearing his throat and avoiding the deep green of the man's eyes.

"How can I help you?" He had spoken in a gruff voice that Cas instantly fell in love with.

"I just need an oil change," he mumbled, playing with the edge of his sleeve.

Dean had smirked at his shy behavior before typing away on the ancient computer that rested next to him. Cas admired how odd he looked behind the desk, like a secretary, when his muscles clearly screamed he was a laborer.

"Name, address, and what kind of car do you have?" Dean looked up from his computer and glanced into the blue orbs of the shy man.

Cas cleared his throat and wished he had water. "Castiel Novak, 2361 Perdition Way. It's a 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V."

Dean whistled after Cas had named his car. "I'm a '67 Impala guy myself."

Cas tilted his head and blushed. "Sorry, I'm not much of a car guy."

Dean chuckled softly, making Cas's heart melt. "Oh, trust me, I can tell."

Cas's cheeks turned an even brighter red and he fiddled with the buttons on his trench coat.

"Well, Cas, I should be done with your car in half an hour. Do you have somewhere to be? I can call you a taxi," Dean offered, walking out from behind the desk and standing in front of Cas.

Cas took a deep breath as he saw Dean at his full height and wished he was just a bit taller. This man had already intimidated him with his stunningly handsome look and his humor, Cas didn't need to feel any smaller (literally).

"I'll wait here," Cas looked at the ground.

Dean smiled softly at Cas without the dark haired man noticing. Dean found him adorable and his innocent manner only intrigued him more. "Actually, it's a slow day. You could keep me company outside, if you'd like."

Cas's heart raced at the thought of having to converse with the blonde haired man for an hour. He wasn't particularly good at socializing with other people, let alone attractive males. Cas could only nod and followed Dean outside.

"By the way, I'm Dean. Dean Winchester," Dean said, shaking Cas's hand. His hands were rough and calloused, Cas's were softer and smooth. It made both men gasp softly at the completely different feel.

"Is Sam Winchester your brother?" Cas asked curiously. He had met the younger Winchester in the waiting room for a job that Sam ended up getting. They bonded over their interests in history and kept in contact some.

"Yeah, do you know him?" Dean asked.

"Yes, we're fairly good acquaintances. Though he is better friends with my brother," Cas said and saw the gears in Dean's head turning.