Destiel Fanfictions

The Next Door Neighbor

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I found most of these on tumblr, so I only own rights to the ones that I wrote. I'll tell you if I wrote it at the end of the story. If it says nothing then I didn't write it and I have no rights to the story. Most of these are short-stories and they're all fanfictions. And with that I start the first short story.

Dean and Cas have lived next door to each other for years, but have never seen each other because Cas works days at the university and Dean works nights at the hospital.

Then one day, Dean's getting ready to go to work when he sees some guy trying to bust into his neighbor's house through the window. He should call the cops, but the guy is right there and doesn't look armed, so Dean, calling on his former Marine military training, runs and tackles the guy to the ground with an umph. 

"Gotcha, you son of a..." The words catch in his throat as Dean takes in the man beneath him. Since when do burglars wear argyle sweater vests? The guy's hot, too, with bright, wide blue eyes and pink lips. His dark brown hair is wild, like he just rolled out of bed, and Dean really wants to run his fingers through that bedhead. He refrains.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" the guy asks with a frown. His eyes narrow. His brow lowers.

Dean shakes his head, recovering himself. It doesn't matter how hot the guy is. A burglar is a burglar. "Keeping you from breaking into my neighbor's house, that's what."

The guy huffs out an annoyed breath. " This is my house."

"Oh, yeah? Then why were you trying to pop open that window?"

The guy's face pales and then reddens. He drops his gaze away.

Gotcha!

"I left my keys at the office."

Dean frowns. Okay, maybe not. "How'd you drive home?"

"Oh, I didn't. I take the bus. I hate driving in traffic."

This guy can't be for real. He just can't. "Are you kidding me?"

"My driver's license is in my pocket," the guy says. He looks again at Dean, and Dean's mind goes blank because holy intense stare, Batman. "I need my hands."

Dean bites his lip. Control yourself, Winchester! He rolls off the guy who quickly produces a driver's license from his back pocket. And yeah, Castiel Novak is definitely his neighbor. 

"You forgot your keys?" Dean asks, and proceeds to scold Cas thoroughly on the danger of such things and how more careful Cas should be in the future.

Cas nods throughout, looking grim, but then says, "Perhaps we should discuss this over dinner sometime."

Dean forgets what he was saying. It's the worst line he's ever heard but he's never said, "Oh, hell yes," quicker in his life.

The date goes well. No one forgets their keys. Three days later, though, Cas pats his pockets and says, "Oops."

Dean side-eyes him. "Really?" 

"Perhaps we should just go to your house."

Dean rolls his eyes but can't stop laughing. "Alright, Cas," he says and kisses him. Cas seems to forget his keys a lot more after that.