Destiel One-Shots

Dear Diary, or Whatever

Sam storms into his brother's room with only one goal in mind. Revenge. Dean had gone with Cas on a simple salt n' burn case a couple hours away, but Sam had elected to stay behind to rest. The brothers had just finished a rather gruelling case only a couple days ago after all. While out on his usual morning run, albeit a little later than usual, Dean had decided to pull a prank on his brother. Said prank being taking random items of Sam's and hiding them throughout the bunker. Now that all his wayward objects were back where they belonged, he intended to get even.

His eyes flick around the room, trying to find something worthy to get back at his big brother with. Nothing too extreme, though, as anything over the top could put one or both of them in unnecessary danger, resulting in injury or even death. As he looks over the bed, a wicked grin spreads over his face. He knows for a fact that his brother still keeps porn hidden under his mattress like an adolescent boy. With that in mind, he takes purposeful strides across the room. Leaning down, he grips the edge of the mattress with a grin and lifts.

His face registers shock when he sees that there are no Busty Asian Beauties magazines under the thick mattress. Only a black, leather bound journal is hidden away from sight. His conscience is telling him to leave it. There must be something else in this room to torture his brother with, but his fingers are itching to reach out and grab it. Sam chews on his lower lip for a minute before reaching out and gripping the cool leather in his fingers. Dropping the mattress back down, he sets the journal on top of the pillow.

He continues to stand there, staring at the innocent looking book, for a couple more minutes. He's internally debating on whether to go ahead and look through it. On one hand, Dean had obviously hidden it, so that must mean he doesn't want it read. On the other, he kinda, sorta does deserve it. After another minute of hesitation, Sam reaches out and scoops the book back into his hands.

Flipping the thing over in his hands, he scans the cover. It's normal looking enough, but if Dean went through the hassle of tucking it away out of sight then it must be important. With one last breath, Sam flips it open to the first page. It's empty except for Dean's name written in the top right hand corner of the page. Sam automatically reaches out to flip to the next page, but hesitates. A guilty feeling is now swirling in his gut. He knows how he'd feel and react to Dean reading something personal of his. If he kept a journal. Which he doesn't. Sam then remembers getting back from his run and not being able to find his right boot, and his face hardens. Yep. Dean definitely deserved this.

With a new resolve, Sam flips the page. On the back of the page with Dean's name on it, is a bunch of random doodles. Huh. Sam didn't even know that Dean enjoyed something as mundane as drawing. He quickly fans through the pages until he gets to the very back. The last page is covered in little scribbles, like Dean's pen was dying and he was trying desperately to revive it. Sam finds himself smiling at the image of Dean frustratingly trying to get his pen to work. It just seems so... normal. He flips back all the way to the first real entry, but pauses before actually reading anything.

Shifting his eyes up to the wall covered in guns, Sam once again chews on his lip. His conscience is once again eating away at his mind, telling him this is a bad idea. It's an invasion of privacy. He presses his lips into a thin line and snaps the book closed. He's still gonna read it. He just wants some coffee first.

Once in the kitchen, Sam lays the book on the table before heading to the counter. As usual, Dean didn't leave any coffee behind before leaving, and didn't bother to make more. Grumbling under his breath, and now doubly sure that he deserves to read his brother's diary, he grabs a new filter and slots it into the machine. He dumps the coffee grounds in and hits the power button. The kitchen immediately gets filled by the sound of the coffee machine. The slight whining sound it makes worries Sam a little.