The Angel and His Hunter (A Destiel One-Shot)

The Angel and His Hunter (A Destiel fic)

"I never meant for it to happen. I mean all my life I liked women. But ever since Castiel has come into our lives, it's like something has changed. Something I can't really explain. I think I've fallen for an angel.

It all started about three months ago when Sam went out to investigate a small case and Cas and I were alone in the bunker together.

I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Cas sat down next to me and we watched an episode of Dr. Sexy. Cas was pretty silent which isn't out of the norm.

"You wanna watch something?" I asked him.

"Uh, like what Dean?"

"I dunno Cas. A TV show? A movie. Whatever."

Cas reached over and picked up the remote from the table and switched the channel. It was just some random chick flick type drama crap. He seemed to enjoy it so I kept it on.

I liked watching Cas more than the TV show. His half smile when he got the joke. The way his brow furrowed when he didn't. It was mesmerizing. I, at the time, ignored those thoughts. I mean wouldn't you? It's Cas! He couldn't be attractive. Not to me at least.

That show finished as well and Sam still wasn't back.

"Is, uh, Sam returning anytime soon?" Cas asked me.

"I dunno. If he's been gone this long, he could either be back within minutes or not for a while," I said taking a swig of my beer.

"Oh. Okay."

Cas reached for the remote at the same time I did and our hands touched. He quickly retracted his hand as if it touched acid and turned bright red.

I laughed at his response.

"Sonuvabitch, Cas. It was just my hand," I said, picking up the remote.

"Yeah. Heh," Cas said sitting further back in his seat.

I thought it was hilarious that that was his response so I, as always, tested my luck.

"If that's your response to our hands touching, what would you do if I were to do this...?" I said as I touched his leg.

"Dean," he said. "I'd prefer you not do that." He was a deeper shade of red then.

"Sorry," I said, taking my hand back.

After 10 minutes, I decided I wasn't done making the angel uncomfortable. When Cas put his hand down on the couch, I placed mine right next to his, barely grazing our fingers together. His face turned red again but he didn't say anything or move. I had to step up my game.

I took my hand back and put it across the back of the couch, touching Cas's opposite shoulder.

Cas shifted slightly but didn't remove my hand. Nor did he move out from under my hand.

"Dammit Cas," I thought, "Just act more uncomfortable."

Castiel, instead, leaned into my arm. It felt oddly comfortable like that. Cas and I just watching TV with my arm around him. I wanted to stay like that forever. But I denied that feeling. Why wouldn't I deny it? I'm completely straight!

Cas chuckled at a joke from the show. I felt his laugh on my arm. Not like creepily or anything. It was nice.

Did he know I was trying to make him uncomfortable and that's why he leaned into me? Probably. I mean I hope so. I mean I hope he's comfortable around me and stuff but this was too comfortable for my liking.

It was getting dark out and we tuned in to a half way done movie on another channel. The movie was, from what I could tell, about two teenager falling slowly in love and it leading to hilarious but embarrassing mishaps.

"Do you really want to watch this?" I asked Castiel.

"Yes Dean."

I groaned a little but didn't change the channel. Nor did I remove Cas from my arm. I ended up enjoying both the movie and Cas sitting like that. Both things I would never admit to but it's true.

At the end of the movie I turned to Cas who turned to me too and seeing him in that lighting on my arm made me do something I never thought I'd do. I slowly leaned over to the angel and placed my lips on his.

Cas didn't retreat or recoil so that was a good response. Instead he leaned into the kiss. I moved my hand to his face and kept him there. Cas then-"

"Will you shut up boy?" Bobby says loudly. "I just asked ya why ya didn't get the damn salt."

"I was getting there!" Dean say. "Wasn't I Sammy?"

"I dunno Dean. It sounded like you were making out with Cas," I say to my brother. "I mean I'm accepting but I didn't want to here about it."