Destiel One-Shots

Story Twenty-Seven

A/N: Enjoy this strange brain child of mine, my tea leaves.

Castiel's face lightened when he saw that Sam and Dean had returned from their supply run. He trotted to the bunker's living room where they were reclined on fancy, high backed, leather chairs. He sat down in one next to Dean and, after greeting them, listened to his friends talk about the stuff they had brought back.

"...and more beer," Sam was saying.

"I hope Cas likes the scented oils I brought," Dean joked.

Scented oils? Why would anyone want scented oil? Why would people even scent oil in the first place? Cas was confused. But Dean had brought something back for him, and that made him very happy.

After a moment of careful thought, he stood up and slung one leg over Dean, straddling his hips. He locked eyes with a very confused Dean and started to lean in.

"Wait- no, Cas, what're y-"

Dean's frantic babbling was cut off by Castiel's violent attack on his lips. Dean's eyes slid shut as he lost himself in the kiss. He was so lost, in fact, that he didn't notice when his brother started laughing. He didn't notice when Kevin walked into the room and then slowly backed away. He did notice, however, when the angel pulled away.

His eyes snapped open and he blushed beet red when he realized what he had just done. Sam was laughing it up, his head thrown back and his whole body shaking with laughter that bordered on hysteria.

Dean pushed Cas off his lap and stood up to stalk out of the room.

"Shut up!"

So if that seemed a bit weird here's why: that actually happened in one of my dreams. There are actually a few details I left out though. For one thing they were actually in some sort of office, and after the whole kiss thing Sherlock walked in. I just... I don't... I don't understand. Not really sure if that's how it ended in my dream but the whole thing was weird as it was like watching a movie only it also seemed like reading a tumblr text post. So I apologize if my subconscious mind actually stole this from tumblr. Anyway, don't forget to vote, and until next time, keep on keepin on.