And So Here Are Some Destiel Oneshots

Boredom Does Strange Things...

Every morning at four a.m sharp, Castiel gets up, gets dressed, and works out for three hours. One hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, three mile run in the woods behind his house, and the remaining time is spent running on the treadmill and lifting one hundred pound weights. He's confident enough to know he doesn't need a spotter.

It's been seven months, three days, eighteen hours, since he retired to become a civilian. The exercising at this point, was instinctual. He constantly was twitchy, needed to do something with his hands. After his workout, he would grab one of his numerous guns, strip it, and clean it. Even if it didn't need to be cleaned.

Again, instinctual. Usually after that he would fire off one of his many guns for another hour. But today was different.

Today, he didn't do any of that. At the bold age of thirty two, he it itched to be on a computer, like a teenager.

He lie in bed for a while, before getting up and going to his desk and turning on his desktop. He sat in his office chair, in plaid pajama pants and a simple white t-shirt.

As a retired special-ops agent, he knows his way around a computer. Hours later, he was ready. He had all the software to get into the Dark Web. A slow, sinister grin crept up his face the moment he found what he wanted.

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Castiel was running through the forest, a shotgun firmly in his grip, laughing hysterically with a touch of madness.

"This is the most fun I've had in months! So stop hiding and face me like a man!" Castiel taunts as he crashes through the undergrowth.

"You are an insane mother fucker, I'll give you that!" Calls the other man. A sadistic grin creeps up Castiels face. He's close. He slowly moves towards the other man's position. He can hear the soft panting, the way his body tilts a little to the left and right, his body tense.

Castiel got the idea this guy was new at the job. Castiel was sane enough to have empathy. This kid wasn't a stone cold killer like him yet.

Might as well just send him to the hospital.. He thinks.

He sauntered out from his hiding in the undergrowth, and without a word, shot the kid in the shoulder. Not with his shotgun, thankfully for the kid, but his handgun, an M-9.

The kid yelped and fell on his ass.

"Be thankful I'm not going to kill you. Here's a phone, there's service, call an ambulance" Castiel says with a bored tone, the adrenaline wearing off. The kid nodded mutely.

When the kid looked up again, Castiel was gone.

                                                      

After Castiel emptied his bank account, sold almost everything he owned for more cash. About a month later, he hired his first hitman. Then another. And another. Until he lost count.

Sometime's he would kill them, sometimes send them to the hospital. Depended on his mood that day. He soon had to start getting creative when hiring one. They started to recognize him and denied payment, and service.

But soon it started getting boring. It felt like everyone they sent were greenies. He would get the occasional professional, (to him, at least,) which was always fun.