Destiel One-Shots

Love Potion No. 9*

"Dean? Dean!" Sam shouts, jolting me awake. I groan as he grips my shoulders and hauls me upright. Running a hand over my face, I try to feel for any immediate damage. Luckily, there's no deep gashes, or blood of any kind.

"What the Hell happened?" I grumble, shifting my aching body to get up. When I look at Sam again, he looks startled. I frown back, not really sure what I did to deserve that look. "What?" I snap in irritation. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Sam studies me intently for a moment before replying. "Do you really not remember?" I can hear the worry evident in his tone, and that makes an uneasiness claw at my chest.

"Remember what?" He clenches his jaw for a movement before reaching out to help steady me as we slowly make our way to the exit.

"The witch, Dean." He says as we step outside. I almost sigh in relief when I spot my car and see that she's okay. "The witch who hit you with an extremely powerful love spell." These words coming out of my brother's mouth are what pull me up short.

"Wait, what?" That previous uneasiness has now turned into a hurricane that is battering my ribcage. "What kind of love spell?" I'd cringe at the panic clearly lacing my voice if I was in the proper mind to do so. Right now, it's not ranking as a very high concern.

"I don't know, Dean." Sam sighs, running a hand through his hair. "All she said was something about making direct eye contact with the love of your life. You do that, the spell will take hold completely. After that, who knows what'll happen."

"Son of a bitch." I breathe. I feel like I've been kicked in the gut. What does that even mean? How am I supposed to know who the love of my life is? I might not even meet them for years, and then what? I'm in the middle of a case, and then BAM!, I'm a love sick teenager?

"Once we get to the bunker we'll pull up lore on spells and see what we can do to reverse it. Rowena might know something too. You get a hold of Cas. I think we might need his help on this one." I nod absently as we start moving again. This is going to be ridiculously inconvenient. "Until we figure this out," Sam continues, "we need to keep you relatively isolated. Don't need you going all Disney princess on us." I shoot Sam a glare as he smirks smugly.

"Bitch." I grumble, finally getting to the car and unlocking the door. I have half a mind to keep Sam's door locked and just leave him here, but we are a little far away from home for that.

"Jerk." He replies easily as he slides in beside me. I start the car in silence, making sure the stereo is on before shifting into drive and starting on our way home. We're about twenty minutes into the drive when my brother interrupts the quiet.

"So, who do you think it is? Your soulmate, or love of you life, or whatever." I groan, really not wanting to go into this. "No, man, I'm serious. Who do you think it would be?" I shoot him a glare quickly before refocusing on the toad.

"I don't know, Sam. Why does it matter?" I bite back, determined to not have this conversation with him.

"I'm just curious. I mean, you've been with a lot of women, but never really seemed to be able to stick with them long term." I snap my eyes over to him.

"And what the Hell is that supposed to mean?" I cry, half incredulous and half terrified that maybe I'm not as good an actor as I had always thought. I've been... attracted to both genders for as long as I can remember. I've just never acted on it for fear of... well, everything.

"It's not supposed to mean anything, Dean." I can practically hear his eye roll. Sassy bitch. "I'm just saying, that if it happened to not be a girl, it wouldn't change anything. You're my brother, you know? You're not gonna mean any less to me if you happen to like dudes too." I manage to keep myself from staring open mouthed at him, knowing that would give me away in a heart beat. Also, I need to focus on driving or who my soulmate is won't really matter all that much. Unless the love of my life is already dead, which honestly wouldn't be the weirdest thing to happen to me. Still, I don't give in and tell him my biggest secret.