Destiel One Shots

92. Steve The Puppy

"Cas, where'd you get this damn thing?" Dean asked frustratedly.

"I found him in a box on the street. I just couldn't leave him there."

"Well he can't stay here. You know I hate dogs."

They were in the bunker library discussing Cas's new pet. A Corgi puppy.

"But Dean," Cas held up the adorable little puppy, scratching behind its ears. "He's so cute."

"Cas, it's a big responsibility. You're gonna have to feed it, walk it, clean up after it-"

"I can do that! Look at him." He held the puppy out towards Dean, both of them giving him puppy dog eyes. They were almost as good as Sam's.

Dean sighed in defeat. "Fine! You and your friggin puppy dog eyes win. What're you gonna name him?"

"Let's call him Steve."

"Steve?"

"It's a pretty name." (A/N: If you can tell me what movie this is from I will love you forevs XD)

"You mean like the-name-you-used-when-you-worked-at-that-Gas-N'-Sip Steve?"

"That is a rather long title, but essentially, yes. It is a good name, Dean."

"Yeah, for an attorney."

"Don't make fun of Steve. I like Steve."

"Okay, fine, you can name him whatever you want."

Dean didn't really like the damn thing. He tried to, for Cas's sake, but it was just impossible. The thing was unlikable.

Dean Winchester hated dogs.

"CAS! GET YOUR DAMN DOG OUT OF MY ROOM!" Dean yelled at the top of his lungs. The puppy, Steve, was sitting at the foot of his bed, wagging his tail.

Cas went into his room and picked him up. "If you'd close your door, he wouldn't come in your room."

"I swear to god, I closed my friggin door, Cas!"

"Clearly, you did not." And Cas left the room with Steve.

Dean watched him leave, and mumbled mockingly under his breath, "Clearly, you did not."

Later on, Dean found Cas and Steve at the couch watching something on TV. They were both watching it closely, and Dean found it kind of amusing that a puppy was watching TV.

"Your dog watches Wheel Of Fortune?" He asked.

Cas looked up at him. "Yes."

Dean nodded. "Okay then." He decided to sit down and watch it with them, having nothing else to do at the moment.

The dog was sitting between him and Cas, staring at the TV intently. Dean found himself looking down at Steve, amused by the fact he was watching TV. He wasn't sure why, it was just funny to him.

Steve looked up at him, causing him to look back at the TV. It was suddenly very awkward.

And it was especially awkward when Steve suddenly sat on Dean's lap.

"Cas, get your dog off me." Dean seethed.

"He has a name, you know."

"Oh yeah. Steve. Get. Him. Off. Me."

Cas shifted so he was closer to Dean, but before he could grab Steve, the little dog ran across to the other end of the couch, pushing Cas onto Dean.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Dean." Cas muttered as he looked up at the blushing hunter.

"It-it's fine. Damn dogs, right?" He chuckled anxiously.

"R-right."

Steve had climbed to the back of the couch, right behind Dean's head. He pushed down on him, causing his lips to connect with the ex angel's.

Neither of them were anticipating the kiss, nor did they want to break it. They sat there, continuing to kiss, Dean's hands in Cas's hair, until they heard a voice behind them.

"Oh. My. God." Sam muttered.

They immediately separated, faces flushed with embarrassment. Dean suddenly yelled, "THE DOG MADE ME DO IT!"

(A/N: Hahaha, sorry bout the terribleness that is this. SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED XD

I've been working on a new Destiel thingie. Demon Spawn. Yes it means what you think it means..

Demon!dean+angel!cas=BABY FEEEELSSSS

Go find it. Just read it. SELF ADVERTISEMENT FTW XDXDXD

Ummm, I've been watching Friends bc THEY PUT ALL TEN SEASONS ON NETFLIX WUUUUT *O*

Dude. Psych. Season eight. Netflix. Yes. Kinda cried.

Still single. Still kinda bi. Y'know. Considering it. After......................... Morgan.

Watched the playoffs. Ravens vs. Patriots. PATRIOTS WON BY FOUR WHHAT IS LIFE

I'm thinking of learning the guitar so I can do songs on YouTube n stuff. Maybe I'll get famous like Justin Bieber. But... not in the "Belieber" way. And I know I'm gonna game. Gonna call myself... something cool. Like... insert cool name here. Literally.

I think that's it. Oooookaaaaaay.

THERE IS LIKE A VERY TINY VERY SMALL TOTALLY MINUTE CHANCE THAT WE COULD POSSIBLY BE GETTING ANOTHER DOG!!! XDXDXD BUT I'M JUST GATHERING INTEL FROM CONVERSATIONS BEING HAD EARLIER OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM SO

If we do get a dog, I want a collie. More than air.

And my dad (from Ohio cuz he started "work") had my mom look at a dog earlier today. Alaskan malamute. They're real purty.

Okay bye (sorrythissuckedbutohwell)

Peace Off My Mini Marshminions!)