Destiel Oneshots

Bus Stop Babes (P1)

It was the same everyday. Castiel Novak would get up at 7:02, get dressed, try to mange his unruly hair, feed his cat, eat a slice of toast with butter and honey, and leave his house by 7:50. He would walk five minutes to the bus stop located two blocks from his house. And he would wait. Sometimes he waited only a minute and other days he waited closer to ten. And when the bus pulls up he would climb aboard, flash his pass to the driver and sit down in the window seat three rows back on the left.

It was his routine and he didn't plan on changing it anytime soon. Castiel Novak liked routines. He liked when nothing changed. He liked to be on time and in order.

Castiel may have been slightly OCD but he couldn't seem to find anything wrong with wanting to stick to something familiar.

That is until the day he met Dean Winchester.

It was a Monday morning, and Castiel was ready to slide right back into his work routine. He got up at 7:02, threw on some black slacks, a crisp white button down, a blue tie, and his favorite trench coat. Then he gave a half scoop of feline plus pellets to his cat. Finally Castiel made up his breakfast and ate it peacefully at his dining room table.

At 7:51 he glanced up at the clock, and panic overtook him as he saw the time. It was one minute past when he was supposed to leave.

He rushed to gather his things and took off down the street. It may have only been two minutes past his normal time, but Castiel couldn't help but think of everything that could go wrong in those few minutes. He could miss the bus, or be late to work. He could get fired.

Castiel walked quickly towards the bus stop, making there there in plenty of time. Only today, he wasn't the only person at the bus stop.

Already sitting on the bench was a man with dirty blonde hair. His strong frame was slouched over a newspaper and his eyes scanned back and forth over the paper. His jawline was sharp and his lips were plump and pink. His slight stubble only added to his attractiveness. He wore a Metallica t-shirt and tight fitting jeans. His leather jacket matched his combat boots which were only laced up half-way. He was the most beautiful man Castiel had ever seen.

He approached slowly. Not wanting to disturb the man. He wanted to talk to him, but doubted his ability to hold a conversation.

Castiel wanted to introduce himself, just to be polite he thought, but the beautiful man beat him to it.

"Dean Winchester," he said in a voice much deeper than Castiel had expected. The man, Dean, was looking up at Castiel curiously now. His eyes scanned over Castiel's broad shoulder and slightly toned body, finally reaching his bright blue eyes.

"I'm uh Castiel, Castiel Novak." He spoke quick and tried his best to keep eye contact. Dean's eyes were a magnificent shade of green that reminded Castiel of the trees behind his mothers house. "So, um, your first time?" Castiel motioned to the bus sign.

"Yeah, I just moved in last week and my car is in the shop for now." His eyes lit up at the mention of his car. "But as soon as she's fixed up, I'm done with public transportation." He laughed to himself.

"You know it's not that bad once you get used to it." He smiled at Deans laugh, it was perfect.

Castiel saw the bus pull around the corner and Dean stood up. He was taller than Castiel had thought and stood a good inch or two above him. The bus pulled up to the spot and Dean motioned for Castiel to go on before him.

Castiel made his way to his seat and slid in. Dean sat down next to him, surprising Castiel. Nobody ever sat next to him. He usually just sits alone and observes the other passengers.
The seats on the bus were fairly small so Castiel could feel Dean's thigh pressed up against his own.

Now that he was closer, Castiel could smell car oil, leather, and peppermint radiating off of Dean. His smell was intoxicating and Castiel found himself leaning closer to get a better whiff.

Dean broke he silence first, "So Cas, where ya heading?"

"I work at a law firm in town. How about you?" I assumed he was heading to some sort of job too.

"Mechanics shop, I think it's next to a law firm actually." I smiled at the thought of seeing Dean everyday.

The rest of the ride was in silence, but Dean and Castiel did end up getting off at the same stop. Turns out the law firm was only one building over from the mechanics. Castiel felt himself get excited at the thought of seeing Dean everyday. 

Castiel and Dean walked side-by-side until they reached the law firm. "Well Cas, I think this is your stop." He popped the 'p' and shoved his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels. "Do you think, I uh, could maybe get your number?"

Castiel blushed, and quickly nodded. "Of course." He pulled out a pen and grabbed Dean's hand which was rough from his work. Castiel quickly scribbled down his phone number, and slid the pen back into his pocket. "I'll see you tomorrow on the bus."

Dean nodded, and smiled a toothy grin at Casitel who returned the gesture.

Castiel walked into work that day, five minutes later than he usually did. And for the first time in a long time, he couldn't care less.

Kind of short, but its whatever. I'll probably write another part for this because I didn't even get to the super cute and fluffy part! Which is what y'all are here for, so I'll definitely do that. Anyway, Question for everybody, Favorite color? But not just like green, or purple give me an exact shade or an example or something. Mine has to be the green-blue color of the ocean down in South Carolina. It's like a swirling mess of greens and blues all mixed together and idk I just think its pretty.