Destiel One Shots

Valentines Day

Meh I made a book out of it so why not post it here? (Sorry it's late)

Day 1, Thursday (8 days before Valentine's Day)

I think you're really kind and smart.

Cas stared at the little heart-shaped note in his hand. Who in their right mind would ever write a note like that for him? The gay, shy, awkward nerd?

"Hey Cas! What'cha got there?" Cas rapidly shoved the note into his locker before Dean could see it.

"Uh-um nothing! Just... my chemistry book!" Cas held up the textbook triumphantly. Dean folded his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"You sure about that? 'Cause I'm pretty certain I just saw you shove something in your locker faster than a teenager closes his laptop after his mom catches him watching porn." Cas blushed and took out the note, handing it to his best friend. The note was a little crumpled from his haste to get it back in the locker.

"Any ideas who it was?" Cas asked as he drew out the rest of his books from his locker.

Dean shrugged, the shrug looking more forced casual than normal. "I don't know. Maybe it was Balthazar?" Cas scoffed as he slammed his locker.

"No way in hell would Balthazar send a secret admirer note, he'd walk right up to you, slap your ass, and ask if you'd like to fuck." Dean chuckled.

"Yeah, we all saw how much you blushed, Cassie." Dean paused. "Well I'd better be heading to the car, Sammy'll be waiting for me." Cas nodded and took the note from Dean, waving him off.

"See you tomorrow, Dean."

"Can do, Cas. I'll call you, alright?" Dean turned and started walking away, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Alright!" Cas called after him, pretending like he hadn't just been staring at his best friend's ass. He looked down to the note and sighed. Oh how he wished it was Dean that wrote it.

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Cas sat in his bedroom staring up at the ceiling. He glanced over at the note on his bedside table that seemed to bore into his soul, the typed out message mocking him.

Who in their right mind would right a note to him? There had to be something wrong with them. He certainly didn't look attractive. His hair was always messy, his clothes always seemed to be wrinkled no matter how much he irons them, he's extremely shy, no ability to socialize whatsoever, and then there's also the fact that he doesn't love anyone other than his best friend, who just so happens to be, you guessed it, straight as a fucking pole. Perhaps the person slipped the note into the wrong locker?

His phone rings and he checks the caller ID. Speak of the devil.

"Hello Dean." Cas says tiredly.

"Heya Cas!" Dean chirps, far too chipper for Cas' current mood. "Sooooo..." Dean begins, drawing out the 'o',"Valentine's is coming up."

"Yes, I'm quite aware of that, Dean." Cas said calmly. For him, Valentine's was just another reminder of his
non-existent relationship with anyone. Like sure, he'd love to have someone special, but no one else saw him that way.

"Anyone that you hope will ask you to the dance?" Cas felt a pang in his chest. It was like this every year, Dean would ask him if he had a date, inevitably ditch him to go out with a girl, Cas would watch as the guy he was crushing on make out with her, then Dean would call him the next day saying how amazing it was. Fuck his life.