Destiel: Fallen Love

Fate's A Tricky Thing

The door opened up and the blonde body slid across the floor. Sam looked down in alarm and then back up at the two of them.

'What the hell, Dean?'

'Hey, Sammy. We uh killed a demon! Do we have any pie?' Dean gave Sam a grin and Cas just stood there looking at Sam. Sam nodded at Cas then turned to Dean.

'No I don't have any pie. Weirdo.'

'Bitch.'

'Jerk.'

Dean rolled his eyes.

'We just killed a bimbo, I need pie!'

Dean declared and picked up his jacket from the chair. He started toward the door, kicking the body away. Cas rolled up his sleeves and pressed two fingers against her forehead. She vanished.

'Thanks! Let's go!' Dean grinned and left. Sam and Cas exchanged a glance, rolled their eyes, and followed him out the door.

'I killed her.' Cas muttered.

They sat at the diner, Sam looked at the menu expectantly and Dean was practically vibrating in his seat with anticipation. Castiel was staring at Dean, not that he noticed. Sam, however, noticed it quite clearly. He said nothing.

'What can I get you, sweetie?' the red headed waitress said with a smile. Her green eyes were heavy with powder and mascara. Dean grinned at her.

'Best pie you got. And something with meat and bacon.' he gave her his best Dean Winchester smile. She turned to Sam.

'and what can I get you, Button?' she asked him.

'Chicken salad, thousand Island on the side and lemon ice tea.' Sam handed her his menu and gave her an appreciative smile. Her eyes slid to Castiel then, and her grin sly and seductive.

'What about you, ruffles?' she said. Dean and Sam looked at her, then at Cas.

'I don't eat, thank you.' he said, completely oblivious.

'let me know if there is anything I can do for you.' she winked and walked away.

'yeah, ruffles, let her know if you need anything else.' Dean rolled his eyes and drank his coffee. Sam smirked at him.

'Jealous?' he said.

'No! Why would I be jealous for Cas? ' Dean scoffed.

'that's not what I was talking about.' Sam chuckled.

'I- I mean- she's not even that hot!' Dean sputtered just as the waitress walked back with their food. She gave him a dirty look.

'Salad a la king for Button, and heart attack platter for you.' she said.

'still nothing for you?' she asked Cas.

'nothing.' Cas looked out the window.

The waitress threw Dean another dirty glare and walked away.