Destiel One-Shots

Carpe Diem

(A/N: For anyone wondering, I did model "Danielle" loosely after Danneel, and changed her name a bit!)

   She really was beautiful, anyone with eyes could see that. Dean was no exception, despite being behind the camera lens. She wore an off-white and dark turquoise striped dress that ended just below her knees, with a wide, dark gold belt buckled snugly around her slim waist. On her feet were a pair of pink BOBs. But not bright pink. More of a red or orangey pink. A dusting of white eyeshadow, accented with a tasteful amount of black eyeliner, made her eyes pop. To finish off the look was a flower crown atop her long, wavy red hair made up of an assortment of wildflowers. The brilliant blue sky, with a scattering of fluffy white clouds, made the perfect backdrop for the day's photoshoot.

   After hours of preparation, for both model and photographer, the shoot only lasts an hour tops. Dean keeps shooting furtive glances in the woman's direction. 'Danielle.' He tells himself. She's laughing at something one of the makeup artists says, and the smile could literally light up a room. Dean usual has a strict "no dating his models" rule, but he might be willing to break that for this particular girl. With that thought in mind, he takes a deep breath and gestures to the rest of his equipment with a tight smile. His assistant, a young man named Kevin, quickly jumps forward and continues packing the various cameras and lens away, with the care that one would take while handling a newborn baby. Kevin is hands down the best assistant Dean has ever had.

   Danielle looks Dean's way as he approaches. She smiles politely, definitely not the same smile she was just showing off for the flamboyantly gay man now turning away to throw out a few makeup cleaning wipes. "Danielle, right?" Dean asks, holding out his hand to shake hers. The stunning red head nods and gently takes his much larger hand in her small, petite one. "Yes." She says, shyly. "And you're Dean Winchester. Only the biggest name in the business right now. I'm so grateful you agreed to work with me." She gushes for a moment before blushing and dropping his hand. Dean has to school his smile to one of polite gratitude. He still isn't used to having people know who he is.

   "So, I was thinking maybe we could grab lunch?" Dean offers, a tightness growing in his chest at the possibility of getting rejected. Danielle bites her bottom lip for a moment in thought, then offers up a small grin. "Yeah, I'd like that. Rodrigo, are you done with me?" She directs her question to the slightly tanned man now looking over his shoulder. His smile is blinding, and for a moment, Dean feels himself take a second to admire it. Quickly, he shakes the thought off as soon as it comes. "Yes, love, we're done here. Go enjoy yourself." He gives her an obvious wink, making her cheeks flush ever redder. Dean lets himself freely admire that.

   Danielle takes Dean's offered hand and lets him pull her to her feet. They maneuver their way through the people in various stages of cleaning up after the shoot to Dean's pride and joy parked nearby. He grins as they get closer to the 1967 Chevy Impala, shooting Danielle a quick glance to see if she's admiring the beauty before them too. To his surprise, she isn't even looking at the car. Instead, she's watching their feet as they make their way across the lush grass. He frowns slightly, but brushes it off. He's used to women not appreciating his Baby.

   When they reach his car, he opens the passenger door for her, continuing to hold her hand until she's inside and he securely closes the door behind her. He rounds the front bumper and slides in behind the wheel, taking a moment to run his hands lovingly over the steering wheel before inserting the key in the ignition and firing her up. The engine roars to life, making his smile grow even more. He looks beside him and finds Danielle smiling back. Something tells him it isn't because of the car, because as soon as they lock eyes, she blushes and looks down at her hands clasped in her lap. With a small mental shake, he puts his Baby in reverse and starts to make his way to a cutesy diner he knows of, and frequents often. Not that he ever admits that to anyone, especially his little brother. He also doesn't admit to the fact that he frequents the place so often because he finds the brunette barista hot.