And So Here Are Some Destiel Oneshots

forever demon

Ever since Dean had gone rogue from Crowley he could feel himself aching for someone to kill.

But even if he was a demon, he still had a little bit of his human integrity. Which he constantly cursed himself for.

Finally he decided to take up a job so he would have a reason to kill something.

He searched the paper for a while, currently sitting in his impala. He stole it back from Sam a while ago.

He finally found one that looked strange enough. People with their hearts ripped out. 'Animal attacks' it claimed. Of course.

"Werewolf" he mutters.

He glanced at the location. About eight hours away. Not far. He put the key in the ignition and put the car back in drive and started on his way.

Eight hours later he arrived and pulled up to a crime scene. He overheard the cops as he shut the squeaky door.

"Shame. She was only seventeen" a cop sighs.

Dean straightened his tie and checked his badge before showing the cops. He quickly flashed it. "Agent Jovi. Explain to me what happened here" Dean demanded.

"Sheriff Wile. Looks like another animal attack. Third one this week" he sighed.

Dean looked around. They were on the edge of town and it was around ten at night.

"When did this one happen? And what is the total number of victims?" He ordered.

"This one we found only an hour ago. And the total number is twelve" he replied, completely ignoring Dean's bruteness.

Dean nodded and instantly worked his hunter magic.

Two days into the case he was at a diner eating a half decent burger, not exactly hungry but just very bored.

Suddenly the door opened with the bell chime. Normally this wouldn't have worried him but the way the footsteps stopped made him turn.

He nearly dropped his burger but instead put up that cocky smirk of his. "Why hello, Castiel"

"Dean?" He said baffled.

"Yours truly. Sit, we have much to catch up since I assume you have many questions" Dean says calmly.

Castiel furrowed his brow before obliging and warily sitting across from Dean in the booth.

"Where have you been?!" Castiel demanded angrily.

Dean calmly took another bite of his burger before wiping his mouth and setting it down. "That's a tough one. I've been quite a few places it's a little hard to remember at this moment" Dean says.

Castiel narrowed his eyes at the other man. "I went to investigate this case and found out another agent was already here. Imagine my surprise when he said Jovi and described you perfectly" Cas says dryly.

"Ah. Well, surprise surprise I have some dignity and didn't just kill someone. So I decided to come here and kill a few werewolves" Dean explained and sipped some of his coke.

Castiel let out a low drawn out sigh. "Do you have any idea how worried Sam and I have been, Dean?"

"I can take a guess. Now, would you like anything to eat? On me of course" Dean asks calmly.

"Dean, you know I can't eat anything" Castiel muttered.

"Hey, I thought it would he impolite if I didn't at least ask" he defended smirking slightly.

Castiel sighed again and massaged his temples.

"Dean, I have to bring you back home" he says with an exhausted tone.