Destiel Oneshots

Ice cream is for Children, Cas

The Winchester brothers and Castiel just finished a job that included a ghost haunting an old gas station's bathroom.  They had to admit that the consistent gender murders had them confused.  There was nothing connecting all of the victims and they are happy that it's all over.

"Good riddance.  I never want to see this town again," Dean spoke as they walked back to the Impala.

"It's not too bad, Dean," Sam defended the town.  "Hey, why don't we pick up dinner while we're in town?"

Dean sighed, "sure, why not?" He opened the car door, "Cas, you come with us."

"I don't need to eat, Dean..." the angel said awkwardly.

"No, I know that.. It's just that Sammy and I need to talk to you about some angel crap."

"No, we don't..." Cas caught himself.  He shook his head as he realized that Dean didn't literally mean angel crap.  The Winchesters both gave him a funny look and he was glad that they hadn't guessed what he was going to say.  "Sure. I'm not of any use if I can't explain angel.. crap.. to you."

"Right... Food first," Dean nodded at them and got in the car.

"So, where are you going to 'pick up dinner'?" Cas asked as he appeared in the car's back seat.

"Um," Sam shrugged, "I saw a Culver's the other day."

"Food," Dean smiled and started on the way to Culver's.

"What is a Culver?" Came the next question from the backseat.

"Cas, it's not an individual thing.  It's a name of a fast food restaurant," Sam explained.

He was answered by an "oh".  The rest of the way there was quiet.  Finally, Dean pulled in and they all got out.

"Dean, I thought you said you wanted to talk to me?" Cas asked impatiently as they entered the building.

"Food first," he repeated himself.

The place wasn't overly crowded but there were a few people in the Culver's.  A teenager who was carrying a concrete mixer almost bumped into Cas.  He watched the kid walk away with his signature confused face.

"Dean?" He said slowly.

"Yeah?" The Winchester turned to him with his wallet already in his hand.

"What was that boy holding?"

"Ice cream. Cas, ice cream," Dean turned back towards the counter to look at the menu.

"What's that?"

Dean sighed and faced his friend again, "food."

"Can you get me one?"  This question rewarded him with the brothers looking at him funny.  "I've never had one," he said innocently.

"Ice cream is for children, Cas," Dean said harshly.

"Dean," Sam shook his head at him, "he's never had ice cream.  And he did help us with the last job, so the least we can do is buy him some."

When Dean looked at Cas, he saw that he was unintentionally using puppy eyes.  "Damn it.  What flavor, Cas?"

"Flavor? You mean there's multiple flavors?"