Destiel Oneshots

1- Crazy Little Thing Called Love

A/N: Based off a tumblr post, thought I'd make it happen. -Jordan

Sam was at the kitchen counter in the bunker one brisk autumn morning when Castiel entered the room and bee-lined for the taller Winchester. "Sam, what's music?"

Sam looked up from his laptop, ever searching for a case. "Um..." He was a little taken aback by the question. "Music is where a person or group of people come together and make sounds that go together and sound nice."

Castiel squinted at him. "I'm not sure I understand fully."

Sam nodded, biting his lip. "Oh, try checking Dean's bedroom, I'm sure he's nerdy enough to have a Walkman, you could listen to some tapes."

"I- I don't know what those are," Castiel innocently replied. He hated the feeling of always being behind, he felt like there would always be something he wouldn't know.

"Come with me." Sam walked with Cas to Dean's room. After rummaging around, he found a box of cassette tapes and an old Walkman, complete with head phones and handed them to him. "Try these out."

Sam showed Cas how to put in the tapes and start them and taught him to rewind them at the end.

"Thank you Sam." Cas walked to his own room and set the box on his bed. Rummaging through the box, he grabbed a tape at random and loaded it into the old machine and tried to start it. Nothing happened.

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Dean opens the door to the bunker and walks down the curved steps. 

"Hey Dean," Sam calls up to his older brother.

"Heya Sam," Dean calls. "Have you seen Cas?"

"Uh, yeah. He's in his room listening to music."

Dean frowned but nevertheless set his grocery bags on the counter and went to find the angel. 

"Cas?" He called, peaking his head in the door.

There on thee bed sat Castiel, struggling with the Walkman. The Angel looked up, "Hello Dean."

"What are you up to, Cas?" Dean couldn't help but wonder. Never in the entire time he knew Castiel did he ever think he would ever find the interest to listen to music.

"I asked Sam what music was and he showed me these, but I'm having trouble getting it to work." Castiel bent his head over the cassette player and struggled wit it further.

Dean crossed the room and placed his hands over Cas' forcing him to stop and look up. "I'm sure we can do better than that. Come with me, leave this here."

Castiel was confused but agreed to follow Dean to his room where Dean pulled a dusty, old acoustic guitar from the closet and scrounged around for a pic. Meanwhile, Castiel seated himself on the edge of Dean's bed, watching the hunter curiously.

After finding a pic and pulling up a stool, Dean quietly tunes the old guitar, plucking a few of the strings with care and listening.

"Ready?" Dean asked, looking up at the man across from him.

Cas nodded.

Dean launched into the song slowly, strumming with practiced ease.

A long, long time ago, 
I can still remember how that music  
used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make those people dance
And Maybe they'd be happy for a while

Castiel sat entranced by the music, watching Dean's lips move in sync with his fingers on each fret.

But February made me shiver
With every paper I delivered.
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step.

I can't remember if I cried when I
Read about his widowed bride.
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

Dean glanced up at Cas who still was enraptured and smirked at his friend.

So bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee 
But the Levee was dry
And them gold ol' boys
Were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die.

Dean smiled broadly as he got into he song.

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above?
'Cause if the Bible tells you so...

Now do you believe in rock 'n' roll
Can music save your mortal soul and
Can you teach me how to dance
Real slow?

Well I know that you're in love with him 
'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and  blues

I was a lonely teenaged broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pick up truck 
But I knew I was out of  luck 
The day the music died

I started singing
"Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry.
And them good ol' boys 
Were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing 'this'll be the day that I die,
This'll be the day that I die.'

Dean continued through to the end of the song. Seeing Cas so full of wonder made his lips curve into a wide smile that he couldn't even try to force off.

When he was over, Castiel took a moment to consider. "So that's music?"

"Yeah," Dean replied. "There's a bunch of different kinds. Some like that called classic rock, which is my favorite, but there're others like pop, country, metal, grunge, and so on."

Cas smiled too. "I think they should have classic rock in Heaven."

Dean actually laughed, green eyes lighting up. It was a sight Cas wished he could see more, it was rare, especially nowadays, what with the war going on. "Me too Cas. I think Heaven would love classic rock."

Song: American Pie by Don Mclean