Supernatural One-Shots

Come What May

A/N: so I have decided to start with a super adorable Destiel one-shot just to get things started! Hope you losers like it!

There was no way in hell Dean Winchester was going to a gay bar. Nope. No way was he going to get checked out my a load of men that he had no interest in at all. They had called on Castiel to help on a case in town that involved some sort of monster killing off homosexuals. Now Dean didn't mind gay people, one of his good friends, Charlie,  was a Lesbian for god's sake but the fact that he, Sam and Castiel had to go to a gay bar and pretend to be homosexual didn't sit right with Dean. It made him uncomfortable.

"You ready?" Sam asks, shrugging on his jacket and Dean nods moodily as he picks up the keys to his Impala and walking out of the hotel room with Sam and Cas. They drive over to the spurging night club and enter without a second glance. Dean goes straight over to the bar and order himself a drink straight away as Sam just gives him a dissapproving look.

"What?" Dean shouts at him over the music and Sam just puts his arms up in defence.

"I didn't say anything Dean. I'm just guessing that i'm going to be the deignated driver tonight." Dean just huffed and turned around back to the bartender, ignoring his little brother. Dean gulped down his drink, and then another, and another. Finally, when he thought he was buzzing enough to go out and actually mingle he paid the bartender and slid off the stool he was sitting on. He looked around the bar to see men dancing with men and women dancing with women and finally got enough confidence to ask a man if he had seen anything unusual lately. He went to a man who he could tell came in here quite often and introduced himself.

"Hey there, i'm Dean." He says and the man smiles at him.

"Hey Dean, the names Callum." The man told him, shaking his hand.

"You come in here often Callum?" Dean asks him and the man named Callum just shrugs and nods his head.

"Most nights i'm either in here or at home watching Game of Thrones." Callum smiles as Dean chuckles slightly.

"Yeah that Joffrey's a dick." Callum nodded his head in agreement and laughed slightly. "Can i ask you a question?"

"Sure sugar." Callum said coolly.

"I was just wondering if you've seen anything... suspicious or unusual lately. I heard about the murders of the men that used to come here and i was just wondering if you know there was any, cold spots or lights flickering." Callum looked at Dean weirdly and shrugged his shoulder.

"Not really, although one time when i went down the back alley way of this place the whole alley just stunk of rotten egg." Sulphur. Dean thought. Demons. 

"Thanks a lot." Dean says before patting the man on the back and walking away from him without another word. He started looking around for his brother but couldn't seem to find him anywhere so he started to look for Castiel as well who had disappeared the moment they entered the place. He walked over to where the booths were placed within the club and started to look around them, trying to find any sign of either his brother or Cas. 

Dean looked in a booth and almost turned away but had to do a double check. Cas was sat in the middle of the booth with one guys arm wrapped around his shoulders and anothers wrapped around his waist. He was also sat on someone's knee who had his hands placed on his thighs and others were sat in the booth also, talking and staring at him. My mouth dropped open as they all started laughing at what he just said and Cas didn't seem fazed by it whatsoever. He didn't really look like he cared that men were feeling him up or kissing him on the cheek. He was just talking normally to them like it was no big deal.