Destiel One Shots

Bagel

(A/N: You can all thank my phone's autocorrect and @MarieAdrien14 's observation skills for this.)

Dean's POV

Crowley, so I've learned, likes to stop by the bunker and act like he's important when he feels lonely. I've gotten pretty good at ignoring it, but not everybody has. The last time he popped up, Cas was bopping along to music while making me some pie (he wouldn't take no for an answer, although, to be fair, I didn't try all that hard) when he turned around and found out he was there. Fight or flight, Cas chose both. He punched him square in the face as he ran screaming from the kitchen. That was three weeks ago now, and we haven't seen Crowley since.

Castiel, bless him, feels really bad, and wants to apologize with some form of baked good and hard alcohol, and because Crowley is pouting, we have to summon him. I mean, we could look for him but this way is easier. Once I've performed the spell, Crowley shows up in the yard, a frown on his face, Cas starts to walk towards him. "I'm sorry that I screamed at you and punched you. Cake and whiskey?" He proffers his work to the demon and puts on what I feel to be a face too adorable for Crowley to be seeing, but I don't say anything, because I've just noticed Rowena standing over in the bushes, away from us, but within earshot. She's probably just spying on Crowley to waste her time, I think, and look back to the situation at hand.

"Look, Castiel, you absolute bagel, I don't want anything from you," he slips the cake and the bottle of rum out of Cas' grip. "All I want is to be left in peace to rule hell. Is this chocolate or what?"

"It's funfetti flavor," Cas says with a definite note of pride in his voice. "I made it from scratch!"

Crowley, just before zapping away, mumble/squeals "Funfetti's my favorite!" Just as I had thought, Rowena follows him immediately. Get a life, it's just creepy to follow around your 300 year old son. And not in the cool, Halloween way, either.

Cas and I go back inside, him slightly better, knowing that even though Crowley didn't actually say Cas was forgiven, they all knew that he was. I give him a light kiss on the forehead, proud of his good nature even if I grumbled about his need to apologize the entire time beforehand. "I'm gonna head up to bed, alright? Join me whenever," and I turn to the hallway leading to our room. Having the bunker to fall back on really helps with my sleeping patterns, so It's only about two a.m. before I actually fall asleep. The fact that Cas never joined me didn't make much of an impression, because I just figured that he got hooked on whatever was playing on the TV, like he so often does.

I only started to worry the next morning, when he was nowhere to be seen. I told myself that he was just somewhere else in the bunker- it is a huge place, after all. I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, grabbed a bagel and walked over to the fridge. Just as I was about to bite down, a voice screamed at me to stop. I froze, and I heard the same voice. "Please don't eat me, I thought you loved me!" I pull the bagel away from my face so hard that I almost slam my hand into the fridge door.

The bagel's got a face. Bright blue eyes, a cute ass nose, and very pink lips. Two tiny arms and a matching set of legs jut out of the sides of the bagel, and the berries inside seem to make up the shape of a trench coat. "Cas? How the hell did this happen?"

"Rowena said that its April, but I'm not sure that's accurate. She told me that this would only last twenty four hours, though, so I'm not terribly concerned." I could swear the angel-bagel just tried to shrug.

"Rowena? So that's what she was doing. Damnit, I should have known. Okay, so you're just gonna be a bagel for a day?" The angel-bagel smiles and makes a noise that sounds like a yes. "Wanna go scare Sam?" He grins so wide I can see all his bread-y teeth.

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"Hey Sam, I brought you some breakfast! Saaam, wake up!" Cas-bagel climbs off the plate and crawls over to Sam's face. "Smack him," I whisper, and Cas obliges.

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If you were in the bunker's library, you would hear Sam's screams. Its not everyday that someone wakes up to a bagel with a face smacking you, you know.