Destiel One-Shots

"That Was Pie?"

"Damn shapeshifters." Dean grumbled as he pulled his beautiful 1967 black Chevorlet Impala up to the curb. That shapeshifter had been a pain in ass for a week now. At least he'd killed it now, but why did the case have to take so goddam long? He swore these things were getting smarter.

As he stepped out into the cold February air, a strong scent of smoke infested his nostrils.
"Son of a bitch..." Dean groaned. He rubbed his eyes worried about what he walking into and headed into the bunker, immediately greeted by the high-pitched bleeps of the smoke alarm. He'd known he'd regret letting Sam install that damn thing. He strode through the smog, leaving the door open for the smoke to depart and noticing he still hadn't spotted any fire or been burnt by any overwhelming heat. He coughed he way into the bunker's small kitchen.

"Dean. I didn't expect you back for a while..." Cas' gravely voice sounded out. Dean waved his hand in front of his face to disperse what was left of the smoke and could see Castiel facing the open oven - the source of the smoke - , his back to Dean.

"What the hell happened in here?" Dean was shocked at how much softer and calmer his voice sounded now he was talking to Cas. Now he knew Cas was safe... What?! Dean shook the thoughts from his mind.

Cas turned around, his face in its usual confused-almost-frown, hold an oven tray, on which sat a dark brown, charring, circular block. "I wanted to make you pie..."

"That was pie?" Dean let out a chuckle at the situation. Cas tilted his head to the side in that adorable way he does, causing Dean to laugh harder than he had in a long time; head thrown back, body shaking, eyes watering, gasping for breaths.

"What's funny?" Cas' deep voice sounded so confused. It was so damn adorable.

"Nothing, nothing..." Dean gasped for breath. He placed a hand on Cas' shoulder and squeezed. "Just thanks." He smiled.

His smile shrunk, but didn't disappear, as he stared into the Angel's eyes. Those eyes. They were so stunning, so blue. Dean slowly began to lean in, chest pressing against the tray - which was fortunately cool by now - between them, hands moving - one to the back of Cas' neck, the other to his hip. He let his lips ghost over Castiel's slightly chapped ones, and when Cas didn't lean away he leaned that little bit forward and -

"Hey Dean, I heard you ganked that shapeshifter, nice job!"
Dean leapt back just in time for Sam to walk in. He was slightly taken aback by the scene before him. "Uh, what's with the smoke? What's that?" He stared at the 'pie'.

"Pie." Cas' deep voice replied, as if the answer were obvious.
"Which is what we're going out to get!" And with that, Dean grabbed a very confused Castiel's arm tugged him out of the bunker and straight to the Impala, leaving a very confused moose and a very burnt 'pie'.