Collection of Destiel

Blind Date (Fluff)

This is punkDean and writerCas. Just got in the mood to write and this poured out. I havent got any votes or comments on this Collection so it worries me that no one likes it. Let me know and as always, Enjoy.

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“Sixty dollars.” Dean Winchester groaned as he ran his hand through his ungelled Mohawk. “I can’t fucking afford that.”

Bobby Singer shrugged his shoulders and let his eyes wander over Dean’s impala. “Then I am afraid she ain’t gonna be going anywhere.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Bobby, I just need one part. Can’t I just work it off?” Dean cracked his knuckles and felt a strain on him now. He had nothing else other than this car.

“I am sorry, kiddo. But I can’t give you another loan. You are just going to have to work and buy it when you have the money.” Bobby turned his back to Dean and started for his office at the back of the garage.

Dean stared at his baby and sighed deeply. He had no way of getting home except walking. Looking down at his Ramones muscle tee and black ripped skinny jeans, he realized he wasn’t dressed for the hike. Letting out a deeper sigh he closed his eyes and reached into his back pocket for his phone. Dialing his brother’s number, Dean felt a little needy calling his brother after all that had happened.

After what felt like hours of ringing, the phone came to voicemail and Dean was hit by Sam’s calm voice. “I couldn’t make it to the phone, but leave a message and I will get back to you.” There was a slight pause. “If this is Dean, don’t leave a message and don’t call back.” Then it ended and a small beep rang in Dean’s ears.

Dean shook his head and snapped his phone shut. He growled angrily and kicked at a bucket, but didn’t feel it through his combat boots. Instead, he shrugged it off and started out the entrance. He had a long way to walk and all he could think of was his beer that was waiting for him at home.

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Castiel Novak stood alone in the sea of swarming people during rush hour in the city. He clung to a box of his office belongings and felt tears sting at his eyes. After three months as a highly paid journalist, and he was already let go and now unemployed. The city had swollen him whole and spit him out with no care in the world. All he could think of was that his parents had been right, he was a failure.

As he pushed and dodged his way to the subway, Castiel felt weightless. There was nothing holding him down and he was terrified out of his mind. Sure he had funds to fall back on, but finding a job in New York City was like trying to find a piece of hay in a needle stack. There was no chance in hell that he would find one, and it would be a painful and bloody search. He might as well apply at McDonalds.

When he got a seat on the subway and could set the box on his lap, he pulled his phone from his trenchcoat and dialed his best friend’s number. He needed some solace and comfort. Castiel’s whole world was shifting.

“Hello?” A pleasant female voice rang in his ear as he pressed the phone against his face to keep his hand form shaking.

“Anna? It’s me, Cas.” Castiel closed his eyes and sat himself back against the seat.

“Hey, aren’t you working? I thought I wasn’t allowed to call you during your strict work hours.” She chuckled lightly. “What’s up?”

“I got fired.” Castiel felt a bitter taste in the back of his throat.

“Holy shit.” Anna’s voice was low and almost angry. “What the hell did they do that for?”

“I don’t know. But I am unemployed, there is no way in hell I am getting a job. I barely got this one. I am going to lose the apartment and I don’t know where I am going to go.” Castiel’s voice started to raise but he took some deep breaths and calmed himself. “I can’t go back home. I just can’t admit defeat to them.”