Destiel One-Shots

Unsteady*

For: Dayla1420
Prompt: Dean takes a trip by himself to take care of a hunt. Cas hasn't been around recently and Dean is basically a high functioning unhinged person. He goes on this trip to take his emotions out on a group of vampires. He gets back to his hotel to see Cas sitting on the side of his bed. Cas is in rough shape, not exactly hurt per say but mentally exhausted and came to the person he trusts most to take care of him. Basically a story of mutual relief at being able to see each other again.

(A/N: So I didn't start out with the intention of writing smut for this one, but it just set itself up so perfectly, that who was I to write something else? I don't write smut often, so enjoy?? I guess??)

   Dean is at the door, duffel in one hand and keys in the other, by the time Sam catches up. He skids to a stop at the base of the stairs, breathless and panting. He knew Dean was hurting. He knew that his brother missed Cas. He just didn't know that he was desperate enough to go off half-cocked by himself. His brother was going to get himself killed.

   "Dean, come on. You don't have to do this." He pleads, craning his head back in order to look at Dean. Dean scoffs.

   "Sam, I'm not doing anything. I just need to get out, stretch my legs a bit. If I happen to gank something evil in the process, all the better." He tries for a smile, but it comes across as more of a manic grimace instead.

   "Cut the crap, Dean. I know why you're doing this. It's not necessary." Sam argues, moving slowly toward the first step. If he can just get to his brother before Dean has a chance to lock himself in the car, then maybe he can put an end to all this madness.

   "Okay, you know what, Sam? I'll bite. What exactly is it that you think I'm doing?" Dean asks, quirking an eyebrow up in interest. Sam grits his teeth to stop himself from snapping.

   "Don't think I haven't noticed, Dean." Sam bites back anyway. Dean's eyebrows rise higher. "You've been pacing the hall, riffling through everything in the library. I've lost count of how much ammunition you've wasted down in the range." Sam pauses to give Dean a chance to explain. He really should know better by now.

   "Yeah? And what's your point, Sam? We haven't been on a case in weeks. I'm going stir crazy here. I need something to do." Sam sets his jaw and glares up at his brother.

   "Fine. Then let me come with you." He counters. Dean snorts a laugh.

   "Yeah, no, Sam. I'm going alone. I'm a big boy, I can handle myself. I just need a trip with my Baby and no one else, Sam." He turns his back and takes a step toward the door. He freezes in place as he brother speaks again.

   "You could just call him, you know." Sam's voice is firm, but tentative. Dean's shoulders tense as he slowly turns back to glare at his younger brother.

   "What?" He asks menacingly, voice low and threatening. Sam doesn't back down.

   "Cas. You could just call him. Don't think that I don't know that this is all about him. He's been gone more often than not recently, and it's been driving you crazy. He's doesn't call to check in, barely texts. Dean, I've been watching you practically come apart at the seams over the last two weeks. Just call him instead of taking off by yourself." Sam intones, suddenly grateful that he's not close enough for Dean to try and hit.

   "I don't know what you're talking about, Sam, and neither do you." Dean replies coldly before turning and shoving the door open. He's gone before Sam has a chance to try and stop him again. Dean's anger is bubbling just under the surface as he wrenches open the Impala's back door and throws his bag in. Slamming it shut, he mutters an apology to the car before climbing in behind the wheel. He huffs in frustration before turning the key and starting the engine.