Destiel Drabbles

Just some short little one-shots of Destiel that I had to get out of my system :) (Fluff, mostly. Nothing explicit)


1. Painted Promise


    Cas rubbed his tired eyes and hefted his bag higher on his shoulder. It was nearly five o’clock, and he was just now leaving school. Back-to-back Student Council and Math League meetings were exhausting, and he still had to walk home. Cas passed through the parking lot, wishing he had a car. An odd rattling sound came from behind the corner of the building, and Cas turned that way, curious. 

    The next sound which came was unmistakably the spray of spray paint; Cas had spent enough time on stage crew to recognize that anywhere. He turned the corner, around the brick of the main building and stopped short. 

    Dean Winchester - football player, popular, ladies’ man Dean Winchester - was spray painting a crude symbol on the side of an old beater car. Cas stared for a minute, watching the way Dean’s muscles rippled under his tank top as he stretched to get the roof. He gulped. Cas had harbored a secret crush on the popular senior for four years now, but of course nothing would come from it. Cas was just the nerd who let himself be bullied into doing Chemistry lab write ups for the whole group. That was the only way Dean would ever know him.

    Or so Cas thought, until he was suddenly locked in that green-eyed gaze. Dean froze, staring at him. Cas could do nothing but stare back. “Cas?” Dean called, snapping the lid on the spray paint. Cas began to back away as Dean trotted over. He was walking backwards, and tripped on his heel, sending the books in his arm sprawling. Dean was approaching, a frown on his face. 

    Dean’s hand shot out, and Cas flinched involuntarily. He simply offered to help him up. “You okay? I’m not gonna hurt you.”

    Cas took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled up. “I know,” he replied, less than certainly. “I’m fine, thanks.” His palm tingled from where it had touched Dean’s. Cas accepted the books which Dean handed him, stuttering, “What… what were you…” He glanced over Dean’s shoulder at the car.

    It took a minute for Dean to realize wha the was talking about. He said in realization, “Oh, that? Jake’s car. That ass pushed my little brother down the stairs. Broke his rib. If that doesn’t earn car vandalization, I don’t know what does.”

    “Oh,” Cas said eloquently. Those eyes were somehow affecting his speech.

    “Listen,” Dean said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “You won’t, uh, tell him will you? That it was me?”

    Without thinking, Cas shook his head. “No,” he said immediately. Dean could have asked him to jump off a cliff and he would have done it.

    “Thanks,” Dean said in relief. “I mean, I can handle myself, but I don’t want him to take it out on Sam, you know?”

    “I understand,” Cas replied. He repositioned his bag on his shoulder, uncomfortable with the sudden silence. “I should, uh…”

    “Yeah,” Dean said. Cas nodded at him and turned to walk away, when Dean stopped him with a hand on his arm. “Hey, wait. Uh, if you’re not busy… Come on, I owe you dinner at least for keeping my secret. What do you say?”

    Cas stared at him. Was Dean Winchester asking him on a date? No, it couldn’t be. It was just a gesture, just a bribe. That didn’t stop him from saying, “Sure.”

    Dean grinned. “Cool. Burgers good?”



    Burgers were great. In fact, the whole night was one of the best Cas had ever had, even though it simply consisted of a stiff booth in a slightly run-down diner. It was no surprise that Dean was what made the night so enjoyable; he was light and funny, and didn’t seem to mind that Cas was more than a little awkward.

    “Well,” Dean said, pulling his Impala up in front of Cas’s house. “That was a lot of fun. You’re pretty cool, Cas.”

    Cas couldn’t stop the bright red blush that crept up his cheeks as he mumbled, “Thank you. For dinner, too.”

    “Least I could do,” Dean said. Hand on the door handle, Cas was about to leave when Dean spoke again. “Hey, uh… You maybe want to do this again?”

    “What?” Cas blurted before he had fully processed what Dean was asking. 

    It was Dean’s turn to blush. “I just… I like you, Cas. You want to do this again someday? Someday… soon?”

    Cas was momentarily speechless. “Y-yeah, of course!” He hesitated, but in a burst of bravery, he reached out and grabbed Dean’s hand. For a moment, he thought he’d made the wrong move, but then Dean’s face went from surprised to smiling. 

    Dean stared at their joined hands for a moment before asking, “So, what are you doing tomorrow?”




    “Cas, pass me the white,” Dean said, capping his can of spray paint. They were in a darkened alley this time, the brick walls already covered in graffiti. Dean had found a small blank spot about six feet wide and decided to fill it up. 

    Cas obediently handed over the can. Dean nodded his thanks and added a few accent lines to his design. After a minute, he stepped back, surveying his work. “What do you think?”

    “I think it’s perfect,” Cas said, smiling at his boyfriend of six months. 

    Dean grinned and took his hand. “We’re going to make this work, okay? A few hours is nothing. I’ll visit you at your college, and you come visit at mine, okay?”

    “Okay,” Cas agreed, pulling Dean in for a kiss. “This’ll be worth the wait.”

    “Yeah, it will,” Dean said quietly. He glanced back at the wall one more time. “And whatever happens, we’ll be leaving this behind to remember us.”

    Cas wrapped his arm around Dean’s waist and they walked side by side down the alley, away from the freshly painted Dean & Cas drying on the brick wall. He smiled, knowing that would be there for a long, long time.

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