Destiel One-Shots

(AO3) Verus Amor

   (A/N: A quick note before you read — 1) I lost all my formatting on this when I copied it from AO3, so I might have missed a few things when I went through it. 2) This is LONG!! You are warned)

Dean and Sam smile up at the perky, blonde waitress as she sets their plates down on the table in front of them. She smiles in return, her eyes obviously sliding up and down Dean's body before moving to Sam and repeating the process. Sam shifts uncomfortably under her eyes as she chirps something, he blocks it out, before leaving. He shares a look with Dean, who appears just as ruffled. And not in a good way.

"Dude." Dean hisses, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder before refocusing on his brother. "That waitress was totally thinking of—"

"Dean, don't finish that sentence." Sam grimaces as he interrupts. He knows exactly what Dean was going to say, and it was too mentally scarring to even hear uttered out loud. Dean snaps his mouth closed, looking vaguely ill. That soon passes, however, as he looks down at his plate and grins, practically salivating. Sam glances at Dean's double bacon cheeseburger, with a side of extra fries, and grimaces again. He looks away as Dean picks up the monstrosity and practically unhinges his jaw to take a bite.

"So, you thinking witch?" Dean asks, words garbled slightly through his mouth full of heart attack inducing burger.

"Really, Dean?" Sam complains. Dean shoots him a cheeky smirk and takes another bite. "Anyway," Sam says, rolling his eyes, "yes, I'm thinking witch. All the vic's were men, roughly the same age, and all had the same MO." Sam pauses to take a bite of his salad. He chews and swallows before continuing. "And according to the friends and families of all of them, they all had the same type of personality. Burgers, booze, and boobs." He gives Dean a very pointed look. "Watch out. You might be next on their hit list."

"Ha ha." Dean replies with a roll of his eyes. Sam merely shrugs and continues eating. "I thought none of the vic's knew each other?" He adds after a moment of silence. Sam raises his eyebrows in question.

"As far as families know, they didn't. So what?" Sam asks. Dean frowns in thought.

"Doesn't it seem a little weird to you that all these men didn't know each other, and yet all seemed to have the same enemy?" Dean asks as he takes another massive bite of burger. Sam ponders his statement for a moment.

"Maybe they never met directly? Like I said, all the vic's had a reputation. Maybe our witch is on the sidelines and merely choosing their victims based on rumours alone. Like they're trying to punish men who remind them of someone from their own life. Wouldn't be the first time we've run into that." Sam shrugs, looking up as their waitress returns. She has an almost predatory look in her eyes, making Sam involuntarily shiver.

"Everything okay here?" She asks, smiling down at the brothers.

"Yeah." Sam replies, stilted. "Yeah, we're good thanks." She nods and bites her bottom lip before turning and sashaying away. He shares another look with Dean before refocusing on his meal. The sooner they finish, the sooner they can leave.

"Jeez, she's really trying hard for that tip." Dean comments, voice tinged with annoyance. "In every sense." He adds, earning him a bitch face from his brother.

"Enough, Dean." Sam groans. "Let's just finish and get outta here. We need to get back to the motel so we can look into who our witch might be." They lapse into silence as they hurriedly finish. The blonde almost looks disappointed as they ask for the bill and nothing else. They leave cash on the table, along with a meagre tip, and make their way to the exit as casually as they can muster. They can almost feel eyes burning into their backs as they push the glass doors open and step out into the slowly dying sunlight.