Destiel One Shots [Castiel And Dean]

Phone Booth

Author's Note: Yay, I'm finally posting something new. I believe somewhere in the foreword I commented that it wouldn't be all smut but here's another one with a little... messing around. I hope you like it and remember to leave a vote and/or a comment at the end if you liked it! Takes place in our sadly Supernatural-free world (or do we actually have weird creatures here?)/

When would this torture end?

Castiel had been waiting for the payphone to be free for what could've been a year.

He wasn't late for anything at the moment but if this idiot didn't get off the phone in five minutes he was going to have to cancel the lunch meeting he had.

No one was around on the quiet street. A car or two passed every so often but it was rather... deserted.

Glancing at his watch, Castiel shot a murderous look at the man inside the phone booth.

The man didn't notice and went on enjoying his conversation which was making Castiel... uncomfortable to say the least.

"Baby, I want to touch you so bad. I can't wait for this day to end. When I see you... oh I can't even begin to tell you..."

He stopped as she answered. Castiel wished he could leave but his mobile was at home and the next payphone was a twenty minute walk away. He didn't exactly have that time. And it was in the wrong direction.

"Ah, sweetheart! You're killing me with those descriptions. I'm so hard..."

This sent Castiel into a panic. What was he going to do? Pleasure himself right in the little glass box?

He looked like the type of guy who would, too.

The man was wearing a brown leather jacket, blue jeans and a black shirt.

Castiel briefly wondered if the man would kill him for this next move.

Knock, knock, knock. Castiel brought his fist down sharply on the glass. "I need to use the phone!"

"Relax! I won't be a moment."

Castiel looked away, grumbling to himself.

Another few minutes passed and when Castiel was sure it had been quite a few moments, he knocked again.

The man held up a hand, irritation creeping into his eyes.

Castiel wasn't really the type of person to keep antagonizing others but... he really didn't want to be late.

The final knock sent the man over the edge.

He slammed the phone down, opened the partially closed door and pulled Castiel inside.