Destiel one shots

Damn Witches

Plot:Dean gets hit with a curse that causes him to have no filter, as in none, once so ever.

Dean spun around as he heard a stream of words in Latin, to see a witch standing there. Dean charged toward but was to late, she put her hand on a rune and he was hit with a blast of light at the same time Sam shot her with a witch killing bullet. Sam ran over to him.

"Hey you alright?"Sam asked, helping Dean up.

"Yeah." he said brushing off his pants.

"Do you feel okay?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah I think so, maybe the curse hasn't set in." Dean said trying to ease the worry in him.

"Yeah or maybe they did it wrong." Sam said hopefully.

"When have we ever had that much luck." Dean grumbled.

"OK" Sam said holding his hands up in surrender. "No need to be such a pessimist."

Dean grunted and walked out the door to his '67 impala. He opened her trunk and laid his things back in it and closed it. Then he walked around to the driver side climbed in and started her up, as he waited for Sam. Sam knocked on the window. Dean rolled it down.

"What?" he snapped.

"Well maybe you shouldn't, I don't know, drive." Sam said scratching the back of his head.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't talk so much but we can't always get what we want now can we?"Dean snapped back. What the fuck? Why did I say that? Dean thought. Sam huffed and walked over to the passenger side,  opened the door and crawled in. Dean looked over at him and began to drive.

Once they arrived at the motel and set their things down Sam turned to Dean and said.

"I'm going to call Cas and maybe he could tell us if it's a curse that's making you be a dick or if it's just you."

"No you can't!" Dean yelled dropping his shirt that he was pulling out of the bag.

"Why?" Sam asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"Because I might say I l- Ow!" Dean said, putting his hand up to his jaw.

"Did you just bite your tongue?" Dean nodded.

"How did yo-" Dean didn't hear what he said because he ran out of the motel room. He couldn't be there, obviously he might say something he doesn't want other people to know.

When Dean arrived back at the motel after a walk,  he saw Cas's  pimpmobile
parked next to baby.
"Crap." he muttered he turned to leave but was face to face with Castiel.

He stared into his blue eyes.
"Beautiful." he said reaching his hand out to Cas's face but stopping half way. His face turned red and he ran into the motel room.

He slammed the door behind him and sat on the edge of the bed his face in his hands. Sam came over to him and asked.

"Hey you OK?" Dean shook his head.

"No I just saw Cas and said his eyes were beautiful." at realizing what he said he turned impossible redder and shoved his face further into his hands.

Cas walked into the room and announced that he brought pie. Dean looked up at Cas and saw the pie in his hands. He stood up and walked over to him. He grabbed the ropes of his trenchcoat and pulled him closer.

"I like pie, but not as much as you." he dropped Cas's trenchcoat, turned redder than a brand new fire truck and ran into the bathroom, locking the door.
"Fuck."he muttered.

"I think he has no filter." he heard Cas say from outside the bathroom door.Dean stood up opened the door and announced
"I'm going to a bar." and turned and walked out the door.

Dean was sitting as a bar downing one shot after another, Sam was sitting beside him.

"So uh.... you and Cas huh?"Sam said twirling his finger around the edge of his glass of water. Dean turned red. "Do you not like girls or what?" Sam asked.

"I uh, do it's just I like gu- games. Yeah I like games. In fact I'm going to the arcade right now." Dean stood up and walked out of the bar, leaving a confused Sam behind.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Cas.

"I uh-" Dean began but was interrupted by a soft pair of lips pressing against his. Dean was startled at first, but he soon fell into the kiss. It was soft at first, but it soon began to grow into something more passionate. Dean felt himself being pushed up against the wall, then he heard something. Both of them stopped and turned to see Sam standing there, watching them.

"Yeah, definitely see why you like games." he smirked.

"Shut up." Dean replied and learned over and kissed Cas once more before slipping out from underneath him and walking towards the Impala. Sam said something about the curse wearing off by morning, but Dean wasn't listening. I kissed Cas, well he kissed me, but still. He was on cloud nine.

Once they returned to the motel Sam and Dean crawled into bed. Dean looked over to see Cas standing at the foot of his bed.

"C'mere." he said groggily scooting over and holding up the blankets for Cas. Cas smiled and took of his trenchcoat, shoes, and tie, leaving him in his shirt and pants and crawled into to bed next to him. Dean curled up into his side shoving his face into the crook of his neck and smiled to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

He awoke to the smell of bacon, he smiled, his eyes still closed. He sat up and noticed that Cas was no longer in bed with him, a wave of panic washed over him, until he saw Cas come out off the small kitchen with a pan in hand, as he scraped some eggs onto a plate in front of Sam.

"Good morning Dean." he said cheerily.

"Morning" Dean replied.

He stood up and walked over to the table and sat down in the chair across from Sammy and next to Cas. He smiled as he looked down at his plate, it had eggs, bacon and cinnamon toast. He licked his lips and dug in. After he took a bit of everything he looked up at Cas who was watching him with a smile.

"This is amazing." Dean said.

"Agreed." replied Sam

"Thanks." Cas replied, scratching the back of his neck.

Dean leaned forward and grabbed Cas's tie bringing him closer and pressing their lips together. He pulled apart and said against his angels lips
"I love you."then leaned back in again to kiss, he could feel Cas smiling into the kiss.

Once they pulled away Cas whispered in his ear
"I love you too." Dean smiled.

"I can see the curse didn't wear off." Sam said slightly concerned.

"It did. Trust me." Dean replied. He turned to face his little brother,  who was smiling like an idiot.