Destiel One-Shots

Angel Outfitters

   I roll my eyes dramatically as Sam lifts up the pyjamas with a toothy grin on his face. We had left Cas at the bunker while Sam and I ran into town for a supply run. As we had driven through town, something in a store window had caught my little brother's eye, and he had yelled for me to stop. Not having seen what the fuss was about, I had slammed on the brakes, wincing as my poor Baby screeched to a halt. I think I almost killed him when he informed me that it was all over a pair of pyjamas. My fingers had definitely twitched.

   "Really, Sam?" I ask, more than a little unimpressed now that I was inside the stupid store. Sam somehow manages to grin even wider as he shakes the clothing a little. A frown takes over my face as I look over the God awful fabric. It was a sickly white and blue pinstriped disaster, made of some kind of soft flannel. And Sam wanted to buy it for our angel best friend. The very same one who doesn't sleep. Because he's an angel. "Sam, he doesn't even sleep. What is he going to do with those?"

   Sam simply shrugs. "I don't know, Dean. He's been wearing the same thing for what, a decade? He might enjoy having something else to wear for once." My mouth is hanging open by the time he finishes. I honestly cannot believe what is coming out of my brother's mouth right now. 'And people call him the smart one.'

   "Whatever, Sammy. I'm going back to the car." I just barely catch his victorious grin as I turn to leave. As I head for the door, he hurries to the register to pay for the stupid pyjamas. How does he even know what size to buy? I shake the thoughts from my head as I step back outside into the fresh air. Taking a deep breath, I make a beeline for the Impala, avoiding eye contact with everyone on the street who might've seen me either in the store or leaving.

   I heave a sigh of relief once I'm safely back behind the wheel of my car. This is where I am the most comfortable. I jump slightly as the passenger door suddenly opens, Sam appearing with an equally stupid shopping bag clutched in his hand. No words are exchanged as he settles into the passenger side of the car. Pointedly ignoring his presence, I turn the car on and continue on to the grocery store. The engine is off and I'm out of the driver's side door before Sam has even opened his door. He huffs in annoyance as he has to hurry to catch up. I feel a smirk tugging at my lips.

   Neither one of us mention the ridiculous pyjamas while we grab what we need and pay. Sam opens his mouth to protest when we get back in the car and I head in the direction of the liquor store, but I hold up a hand to stop him before he can even start.

   "Sam," I sigh, "if I have to deal with Cas' questions about the point of pyjamas, I am going to need a drink. Or several. We both know he isn't going to ask you, because he never does." Sam has to bite his lip to hold back his grin. That look has never meant anything good. "Oh, God. What?" I groan, leaning my head back against the seat in exasperation.

   "I didn't just buy the pyjamas." He admits, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. My head shoots up as I look over at him.

   "What else did you buy? What else am I going to be tortured with?" Sam snorts, lifting a hand to cover the stupid grin on his face. The same stupid grin that I really, really want to wipe off his face right now. "Sammy," I growl, "spit it out now before I make you. And that won't be fun  for one of us." His eyes are practically twinkling when he looks at me.

   "They had a display of fuzzy socks at the till. They had a pair covered in little, grinning, cartoon bees." I blink stupidly back at him as he dissolves into horribly stifled giggles. I can already picture Cas' confused expression as he opens that damned bag. I can practically hear him asking what they are and why we bought them. How am I supposed to explain that when it wasn't even my idea? I know damn well that Sam isn't going to stick around to explain whatever had possessed him to buy everything.