Destiel One-Shots

Story Thirty-Two

A/N: I'M STILL ALIVE! I'm sure it's come as a shock to you guys, since I've been so horrible about updating lately. I'm gonna try to get back into the swing of things, but I'm not sure how well it will work. I've been doing a lot of work with @Aneonmoose and you can go over to her page to check out our co-written stories, Love At First Class and the sequel Imagine You and Me. In case you don't want to read something that's not fanfiction, I'll tell you now that both are Destiel. (Pretty angsty though) So yeah. This is pre-established Destiel, like always. Hope you guys enjoy <33

"C'mon, man, you can't just change the station," Dean said, slapping Cas's hand away from the radio dial.

"Dean, just because it's your car doesn't mean you get a monopoly on what we listen to," Cas said as they pulled into a spot at the gas station.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter because we're here now," Dean replied, taking a deep breath. They had been bickering a lot lately; Dean blamed it on the stress of the confusing case they were working on.

They got out of the car and Dean swiped his credit card while Cas went to pump the gas. They had worked out a system by now that was the most efficient. Dean glanced over at Cas and scoffed.

"Dude, don't just shove the nozzle in her like that. She's a lady," he said indignantly.

Cas huffed sharply.

"Do you want me to shove this nozzle in you?"

Dean chuckled.

"Woah there big boy, don't we usually save this kind of stuff for the bedroom?" He said with a wink.

Cas drew himself up to his full height and stepped closer to Dean, getting in his face.

"Listen, Dean, this is a warning. We don't have time for any of your crap right now. Do you understand?" Cas growled. His voice was low and intense, and it sent shivers down Dean's spine. He might've ben intimidating if he wasn't so damn hot.

Dean nodded, his voice caught in his throat. He was flustered and, well, strangely turned on. Ha! Strangely? Dean loved when Cas took control, and he couldn't even deny it to himself.

"Good." Cas turned away, crossing his arms with a huff like an angry child, ruining the intimidation effect.

Dean couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. His boyfriend was like a giant five year old; it was cute. Dean tugged lightly on Castiel's sleeve.

"Hey," he said quietly. "Look at me."

Cas huffed again and turned around to see what the hell it was that Dean wanted. Dean flashed him a grin then bent forward, briefly capturing Cas's lips in a sweet kiss.

Dean pulled away and smiled at the awestruck look on Cas's face. Kissing Dean still gave him butterflies.

"There," Dean murmured. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Cas almost grinned. "No, you're right. It wasn't. But it looks like something else is," he said, looking pointedly at Dean's obvious erection.

Crap. So apparently the intimidation effect wasn't the only thing that made Dean weak in the knees. Dean just laughed, slapping Castiel's arm playfully.

"Come on, let's go home," Dean said, lacing his fingers through Cas's.

I'm sure you can imagine what they did when they got there.

I'm actually really really happy with how this turned out, which is unusual. I don't know how I even got this finished, because most of the one-shots I've tried to write recently have been utter shit. Hopefully you guys liked that, and hopefully you still love me. I'm gonna try really hard to start wiring here again. That's it for this time, ily, don't forget to vote, and until next time, keep on keepin on.

P.S. How are you guys? Anything exciting happen? How was your New Years? Tell me something about yourself.