Destiel Oneshots

Best Friends

Our friendship started the day he told me I couldn't punch. I proved him very wrong.

As two second graders sat in the principals office, one holding a bloody and broken nose I knew a beautiful friendship was about to blossom.

"Say your sorry for what you did" The principal told me sternly as she tried to contact my dad.

That's when Dean spoke up "But he proved me wrong, he doesn't have to say he's sorry"

I turned to him "I'm sorry" I said but ended up giggling.

"It's ok you punched me really hard" he also started to giggle. He scooted his chair closer to mine.

"Can we be friends?" He asked, holding tissue to his nose.

"Yes"

From that moment on we were inseparable. We always paired up for projects, reading buddies, and so on.

No one wanted to mess with us because for all they knew I might punch them as well.

As we got older our friendship only grew.

And now in highschool I found myself madly in love with the boy I had a violently beautiful start with.

"Dude did you see how hot Jessica looked today?" Dean said popping a cherry sour into his mouth.

I only nodded, eating a candy as well. Dean gave me a look "Cas are you okay?"

I nodded "Yeah I just can't stop thinking about the test I didn't study for" I lied.

Dean leaned back in his chair,
"I've been your best friend for almost 10 years, I know when you're lying"

"I'm not lying" I said crossing my arms and giving him a sassy look.

He crossed his arms and mimicked my action.

"I hate you" I said glaring at him.

"Shut up, you love me" He gave me an innocent smile.

I do but not in the way you think

"Cas seriously, are you okay?" He leaned forward.

"I'm fine, it's just been a long day" I lied again, this time he seemed a little more convinced but he was still suspicious.

"Whatever you say" He kicked his feet up onto my desk and grabbed another handful of cherry sours. He threw one up and caught it in his mouth when he noticed my staring.

"What?" He said.

"You're a dork" I replied blushing a little bit.

"But you're stuck with me" He said throwing another sour.

"Sadly" I sarcastically said.

"Cas you know you can tell me?" Dean said suddenly getting serious.

"What? What can I tell you?" Was he seriously still on about this? I told him I was tired.

"Cas you can tell me that you love me"