destiel oneshots

3AM Meetings

Dean was working the night shift at Taco Bell, his lack of money bringing him to fill out a job application faster than ever possible. He needed the cash, and with his little brother Sam auditioning for every fucking role in theatre, he had fees to pay.

So there he was, leaning against the counter, as he watched the clock tick away along with his life. His eyes where dull and his lips formed into a large pout as he just waited for someone to order at 3am. Anyone to make his job less boring.

"Hey, Dean. Wanna go to the back and have a smoke?" The boy turned around at his name and saw Gabriel, his somewhat odd friend, pat his pocket with a grin. "No thanks, i don't smoke..." Dean replied simply before turning around again. "Should i even ask where you got it?" He added with a sigh.

"Nope. But if you ever need a guy, just ask." Gabe patted Deans back happily and walked away with another worker, their small giggles and snorts of laughter sending a smile against Deans face. What a couple of idiots he thought to himself.

A sudden whoosh of the door brought dean to attention, his frame instantly raising in respect as he watched the stranger walk up to the counter. "Hi, welcome to Taco Bell, what would you like to order?" His hands clenched the register as he looked at the handsome man in front of him, his fingers tapping along the edges calmly.

"Ill take a 12 pack of tacos, 4 sodas, and 3 cinnamon twists." The customers voice was deep, and laced with an almost drunk slur as he talked calmly and traced his eyes along the menu above. "Having a party?" Dean couldn't help but question the large order at such a late time. Besides, the guy was hot, so why nog start a convo?

"More like the aftermath, my pal just turned 21 and he asked for taco bell. I was the only sober one around to order." Hot guy replied with a chuckle that made Dean weak in the knees. "Sounds like a blast. Whats the damage?" Dean smiled softy and punched in the mans order, his eyes flickering up every so often to glance at the beauty in front of him.

"Long story short, we have to put in a new window." The man smirked and Dean couldn't help but lightly bush at the action. "Alright, can i get a name for your order?" He raised his head, a dash of mischievousness scattering around his green eyes. "I'm the only one here. Do you really need my name?" The man smiled, already knowing the little game Dean has in his head. "Gotta know who's order in callin'." Dean winked, his confidence suddenly shooting through the roof.

"My names Castiel." He man replied, a cheeky grin growing on his face as Dean quickly punched in the name and set the order to a separate screen in the kitchen behind him. "Castiel's a mouthful sweetheart, how 'bout 'Cas'?" Dean leaned on the register with his hand on his cheek and eyes shinning like stars (or hearts if we're being honest here).

"Its not like it matters, you'll only get to address me now." Cas crossed his arms and played along with the flirtatious worker, the mans freckles and green eyes winning him over in a heart beat.

"We'll see about that." Dean replied, giving a toothy grin before leaning away teasingly, leaving Cas happily flustered. "I don't even know your name and you're already trying to hook up with me." "Names Dean," He pointed to his tag, "And your order should be finished shortly, so just sit your pretty butt down, sir."

Cas was appalled, but intrigued, his submissive side showing as he stayed silent and followed Deans request, turning around to sit down at the table. "So tell me about yourself, Cas." Dean paused shortly, looking down at his black shoes as they tapped against the white cracked tiles.

"Well, im a Leo. Im 20 and like simple things in life- like protecting forests and cracking open a book once in a while. I work in retail and enjoy my single life greatly." Cas rambled on about his interests and Dean just leaned against the tea and lemonade machines as he listened carefully.

This man was humble, his wavy hair and striking blue eyes bringing Dean interest in everything inside his little head. The way his hands moved as he spoke was mesmerizing, his loose sweater shagging to his elbows as he gestured objects and speech so easily.

It was amazing how much Dean payed attention to the little details in a stranger.

"Order 198." A worker broke Cas off mid sentence, and Dean noticed a small blush trickle against the mans cheeks from rambling. "Well, Cas," Dean took the order in hand and leaned up from the machines, "I guess this is an end to a 3AM meeting." He walked up to the counter and reached out to hand the bag and sodas to Cas with a grin. "I hope it wont be the last."

"Trust me," Cas replied with a smug smile as he took the sodas in one hand, taking the bag and let it drag his other hand down his side, "it wont be the last."