Destiel One-Shots

Angel of Thursday

Dean shouldn't be here. He has an important football game to play tomorrow, as well as a chemistry test he hasn't studied for. He should not be at a raging party until 2 am, prowling for someone to bang and downing drinks like he has no limit. But he is, so he might as well enjoy it while he can.

Dean started making out with a pretty blonde girl on the couch with a red solo cup in his left hand. He pulled her head to the side and kissed her collarbone, making her moan. He raised his eyes and they connected with crystal blue eyes from across the room. His tongue froze its swirl across the girl's neck, and he sucked in a quick breath.

His eyes toured the dark angel's body, dipping from the stunning eyes to the chapped, pink lips. Dean traced the path of stubble along his jaw, hungrily devouring the sight of his collarbones and the pulse beating frantically there. He licked his lips as his eyes followed the swell of muscles pressing against a tight shirt all the way to the snug, black jeans hugging the angel's toned legs. Dean's eyes swung back up to meet blue when he heard a small whimper.

His angel was biting his lip, staring at Dean with want in his eyes. Dean stood abruptly, dumping the blonde from his lap. She sputtered in anger, but Dean didn't care as his long legs ate up the distance between him and the angel.

Everyone got out of Dean's way as they saw him striding across the room. They knew that Dean had found his prey.

Yet... Dean's prey wanted to play. The dark-haired boy flashed Dean a smirk and darted through an open door to his left. Dean growled low in his throat and sped up, chasing after him.

Dean raced through the house, getting in to a new room, just in time to see him go out. But after the fourth or fifth room, Dean started thinking with his upstairs brain. He saw the angel duck in to a new room, and Dean went around to the other door. He slid in as quiet as he could, and saw the curly dark hair just a few short steps in front of him. Dean closed the distance and wrapped his arms around his angel.

The boy tensed at first, but soon relaxed as he recognized the person holding him. As the angel tried to turn, Dean dragged him to a small closet off their left. He shut the door behind them.

"Hello, Dean." The angel gasped out of plump lips.

"Those jeans look great on you, Cas." Dean hummed into a soft kiss on Cas's ear. "You only come to parties on Thursdays, Cas. You're my Angel of Thursday. But why?"

"I work every other night at my brother's candy shop." Cas sucked in a breath as Dean scraped his teeth against his pulse point. "That blonde looked like she was having fun."

"Everytime." Dean said with a small smile. "I can't find you until I get a girl on my lap, then you show up and get jealous."

"I wasn't jealous!" Cas pushed away from Dean indignantly and turned around. But as soon as he saw those bright green eyes, full lips, and millions of freckles, his anger flew away. He fell into Dean's arms hungrily.

"I've missed you. You haven't been at the last couple of parties." Cas forced his words out between quick kisses across Dean's face.

"We've had practices every night for the past four weeks, getting ready for our game tomorrow." Dean grinned as Cas pulled briskly at his shirt. "Eager?"

"Shut up. As you said, you haven't been here for the past four weeks." Cas gave up on the shirt and slid his hands around into Dean's jean pockets.

"And you haven't been with anyone since? I'm touched, Cas." Dean smiled at the disgruntled look Cas gave him. In retaliation, Cas unbuckled Dean's belt.

"If it makes you feel any better," Dean started as Cas worked his belt out of the loops. "I haven't been with anyone else either."

"You've been busy." Cas wouldn't meet Dean's eyes. The belt hit the ground.

"No." Dean grabbed Cas' wrist and brought his hand up to lay over his chest. "There have been plenty of offers, but I didn't want any of them. I wanted you."

"Don't say that. You can't say that. You aren't allowed to say that. You're the best football player in all of the Midwest colleges. You can't." Cas started to back towards the door.

Dean reached out and grabbed Cas before he could run, pulling him around and trapping him against the back wall.

"I'm not allowed to want who I want, because I'm a football player? That's bullshit, Cas. I'm openly bi, the whole school knows that." Dean stopped his tirade at the shocked look in Cas' eyes.

"You're openly bi!? How didn't I know of that?!" Cas couldn't believe his own ears. Dean Winchester, openly bi. Impossible.

"You think I'd be chasing after you so hard if I wasn't interested in guys? Cas, I thought you were smart!" Dena teased Cas as he slowly pulled his own shirt off. Cas' mouth watered at the nakedness on display before him. He was effectively distracted.

As people walked by a small closet in the hallway, they heard these small hiccupy noises. They didn't open the door, because that's not something you do at a college party. They let the two lovers be.

And if everyone noticed Cas cheering Dean on to victory at the game the next day, none of them said so. There was no way they could have missed the way Dean raced to Cas' arms as the ribbons streamed onto the field after he scored the winning touchdown, but nobody said anything.

"I definitely failed that chemistry test." Dean shouted into Cas' ear over the deafening cry of the whole bleachers worth of fans pouring onto the field.

"Looks like I'm going to have to tutor you." Cas replied with a knowing smirk.

Dean and Cas kissed under floating ribbons and glitter, surrounded by hundreds of screaming people. And it was good.