Destiel One-Shots

The Spare Shirt

Dean was in a hurry. He had woken up late, thanks to a power outage in the middle of the night killing his alarm clock. From now on, he vowed to simply use the alarm feature on his cell phone. His brother had always wondered why he never did in the first place. 'He'll definitely get a kick out of this.' Dean thinks bitterly as the line in his favourite coffee house still had not moved. He'd already been there for ten minutes. What was the person in the front ordering? The entire place, plus some?

At long last, he moved up a spot. Impatiently, he glances at his watch. He only has about ten more minutes before he has to meet Sam at the university. Every Wednesday Sam only has one class, so the two brothers always meet up for lunch. They only ever really had each other growing up, and Sam knew that him moving out of their shared apartment and into the dorms would be hard on his older brother. He would've just stayed, but it was just too far away to work, and apartments closer were too expensive. With Sam's busy school schedule, Wednesday lunches were all they really had at the moment, and Dean cherished each one. He was a little cranky that he was going to be late for this one.

Finally, after another five minutes, he gets to the front of the line and orders his usual coffee, throwing in another for his younger brother. He paid and got them quickly enough, then he was turning and heading for the door as fast as possible. Unfortunately, he did not see the man coming up into line behind him, and crashed right into him.

"Shit!" Dean hears himself curse involuntarily. He surveys the growing coffee stain on the man's very white shirt with growing embarrassment. The other man sighs slightly, but thankfully doesn't yell. With his cheeks getting steadily redder, Dean looks up to see who his victim is, only to find that the man is wearing sunglasses. Inside. 'Douche.' Dean can't help but think.

The man's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and Dean realizes in horror that he didn't just think that. No, his stupid mouth said that out loud. Now Dean really just wants to crawl into a hole and die.

"Excuse me?" The man finally asks. Dean's body is torn between blushing even redder, and paling to the point that he looks like a ghost.

"Uh, I... I mean me. Yeah. I'm a douche. For spilling coffee all over you. You're certainly not. I mean, how could you be? I don't even know you. Have I said sorry yet? My god, I don't think I have. Shit. I am so, so sorry!" Now Dean is definitely the same shade as a ripe tomato. He only rambles like that when he's nervous or around attractive men, which is basically the same thing. And this guy's voice put him on the attractive list for sure. It was all low and gravelly and... 'Focus, Dean!'

"Let me pay for your coffee." Dean offers, desperately trying to get the situation back under control. The other man's mouth thins slightly, and even without being able to see the guy's eyes, Dean knows he's leaning toward saying no. "Please. It really is the least I can do."

After another moment of silence, the man sighs softly. "Okay. If you insist." His voice is practically oozing with hesitation and reluctance. Dean nods once, turning back around to face the counter. It doesn't take long before it's their turn, and Dean quickly orders another coffee for himself, thankful that it wasn't Sam's expensive drink that spilled, and gestures for the man to order what he likes. Dean watches him ponder the menu, and can feel his wallet shrinking as he finally realizes that this guy could very well order the most expensive thing on the menu. Thankfully, he doesn't.

"Just a large double-double of whatever your freshest pot of coffee is, please." The barista behind the counter raises her eyebrows slightly at the request, but merely nods her head and inputs the order. Once again, Dean pulls out his debit card and pays, silently cursing his luck. Not only is he now a good probably ten minutes late for meeting his brother, but now he can't afford coffee for tomorrow anymore. When Dean looks back at the guy, though, he kind of feels like he deserves it. He probably wrecked the guy's pristine shirt.