Destiel One-Shots

(AO3) It Was All Just A Dream

   Dean pulls the sleek, black Impala into the driveway and lets it idle for a moment before turning it off. He knows that the neighbours probably hate it, but he can't help it. The rumble of the engine is basically his drug. With one last final, fond brush of the steering wheel, he pops the driver door open and climbs out. His muscles protest as he straightens up. He can't help the smile that's stretches across his lips. It was a long day at work, but left him feeling satisfied.

   His mind drifts to dinner as he walks up to the front door, swinging the keys around his finger by the keychain. They settle in his hand as he climbs the few porch steps and crosses the short distance to the door. His smile grows as he slips the house key into the lock and hears barking erupt on the other side.

   "Hey, Colonel." He coos as the door swings open and the large German Shepherd rushes forward to say hello. Dean crouches down to the dog's level and ruffles his ears, squinting his eyes shut and leaning away as the dog tries to lick his face.

   "Okay, okay. That's enough." He playfully grumbles, getting back to his feet. He sheds his coat and hangs it on the hook by the door, pausing to drop his keys in the little bowl on the table kept in the entrance. With one final pat to Colonel's head, he walks further into the house.

   It's already close to their usual time to eat, so he readies Colonel's dinner once he gets to the kitchen. The dog comes running, tail wagging madly as he hears the sound of kibble landing in his bowl. He patiently sits and waits until Dean places the bowl on the floor and tells him to go ahead. Teaching the German Shepard to only take things when verbally given the okay was probably the best thing Dean ever did.

   Humming a Led Zeppelin song under his breath, Dean turns to the fridge and looks for something to make for dinner. He was definitely the cook in the house, what with having to piece together food for Sammy and himself when they were kids. Spotting some pork chops frozen in the large freezer next to the fridge, he pulls them out. Next come a bag of frozen vegetables, and a pack of flavoured rice from the cupboard.

   Before starting, Dean slips his phone from his pocket and pulls up his music app. Picking his 'Classics' playlist, he plugs it into the small stereo he keeps in the kitchen for times like this. He loves to listen to music while he cooks. He smirks as 'Eye of the Tiger' spills out of the speakers and turns to wash his hands in the sink.

   He's so involved in the sizzling of the meat in the fry pan, and the music filling the room, that he doesn't hear the front door open and close. Colonel doesn't alert him to anyone new's presence, so he continues to sing along to 'Back in Black', hips swaying with the beat. Naturally, he almost has a heart attack as hands wrap around his waist, but he soon relaxes as a chest presses to his back and a pair of lips tickle his neck.

   "Hey." Dean breathes, relaxing into the strong embrace surrounding him. He only gets a hum in reply as those same lips trail kisses up his neck until they reach just behind his ear.

   "Hey, yourself." His boyfriend finally replies, making Dean close his eyes and smile as he sighs contentedly. Trusting the pork not to overcook for a minute, he turns in the strong arms and plants a kiss on the familiar lips of the man holding him. Sparkling blue eyes greet him as he pulls away.

   "How was work?" He asks, struggling back around to face the stove. Cas huffs against his clothed shoulder.

   "Boring." He relies. "I missed you." Dean gets a goofy grin on his face at the words. He hums happily as he flips the chops over.

   "I missed you too." He admits, lifting the lid on the rice to check it. Giving it a quick stir, he checks the veggies and does the same.

   "Do you need help with anything?" Cas asks as he hugs Dean's waist tighter. Dean squirms happily in his grip.