Destiel One Shots

47. You Twisted And I Shouted

Sam walked in on Dean sitting at the library table, looking at his phone, tears falling down his face. He was immediately concerned.

"Dean, what's wrong?" He asked.

"He died on a Thursday," Dean choked out. "It was sunny. Late afternoon. Beautiful California weather."

"Who did? Who died, Dean?" Sam pressed.

"Did you know that Chuck kept writing those goddamn books?"

"You mean Supernatural?"

"Yeah. Everyone's full of 'Destiel' now."

"Destiel?"

"Remember the slash fans? It's like that, between me and Cas."

"Dean, what're you looking at?"

"It's a damn fanfiction, Sammy. A fanfiction. Written by Satan, I'm pretty sure."

"Dean, are you alright?"

Dean got up. "Sam, I think I need a hug."

"I am not gonna give you a hug."

"I need one, Sammy. It's too much. Cas friggin died of AIDS, I need a hug."

"Dean, it's not real. It didn't really happen."

"It still hurts, man. The feels are real."

"Dean, are you PMS'ing right now?"

"Just shut up and hug me. I can't... I can't handle it, man."

"Okay, you're just scaring me."

"Fine. I'm gonna get some pie, I'll be back in half an hour."

"Whatever. See you then."

"NO! FUCK YOU, SAM!"

._.__.~In The Impala~.__._.

Dean sat in the Impala and scarfed down his pie, sobbing quietly.

"I can never dig Elvis again." He muttered through his tears.

He heard a knock on the passenger side window. He jumped out of surprise. He expected to see Sam, but instead it was Cas. He quickly wiped away his tears and unlocked the door. Cas got in and looked at Dean.

"Sam informed me of your emotional outburst in the library earlier today."

Dean ground his teeth together to keep from cursing. "Really? Did he now?" He growled.

"Yes. And I have found the website you were using, 'Wattpad'. There are many books based on us engaged in a relationship. Including 'one shots'. Which are basically short stories depicted in one chapter."

"I don't want another broken heart, Cas."

"Don't worry, I've reviewed these particular one shots, and they seem fine. There are quite a few of them. I've counted forty six."

"Damn. Someone likes writing."

"Your pie."

Dean gave him a funny look. "Come again?"

"Of course, it was just a slice."

"What in the hell are you-"

"They call themselves 'ASliceOfDeansPie'. Obviously."

"Yeah, friggin clear as day. Cas, that's just a username. It's not actually my pie."

Cas cocked his head to the side. "So they're lying to the community?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because, that's how you become president," Dean smirked. "So, show me one of these one shots."