And So Here Are Some Destiel Oneshots

is it hot in here or is it just me?

Castiel was currently on his way home from the library, taking the bus, as he was saving up for a decent used car.

He was a bit tired today, as apparently some high school students got assigned a project and they had to use only books, so the library was a bit packed, and he was quite busy. 

He was happy to go home and see his cat though. His cat was a three year old male with brown and black swirls, and his name was a modest thing, Mugs. His niece, Claire, seven at the time, had named him.

He finally got off the bus and walked into his apartment complex, swinging the keys to his place happily.

The moment he opened the door, Mugs was on him, purring and rubbing against his legs. Castiel smiled and leaned down, petting him gently.

He stood up a moment later and walked in and stripped to just a shirt and boxers. Castiel walked into the kitchen and started to make a sandwich (pb&j) and soon sat at the kitchen table, eating quietly. He didn't really mind Mugs bring on the table while he ate, so he didn't say anything.

When he was done he leaned down and gave Mugs his food for the night and went into his bedroom to read and watch TV.

Not three hours later, around ten, he was getting tired.

He set his book to the side and turned off his TV.

He yawned and slid under the covers, and a few minutes later, Mugs joined him, curling with the curve of Cas's stomach.

He smiled fondly and stroked his back gently before slipping to sleep.

He woke up coughing harshly, a harsh pain in his chest, and instant panic.

He scrambled out of bed and all he saw was smoke and darkness, with the occasional flicker of orange light.

His first thought was he was on the third floor, someone should be able to find him.

He sat on the floor, trying his hardest to breathe, but there was just so much smoke.

A minute later he heard a loud crash on his front door and a man suited in firemans gear rushed in.

"Sir, can you come with me?" Asks the man.

Castiel stood up on wobbly legs and nodded, walking towards him quickly. The fireman grabbed Castiels arm and began leading him down the stairs and outside.

By the time they made it outside, Castiel could only bri ng in small gasps of breaths, and the fireman kept checking on him.

He was soon lead to an ambulance and sat on the edge and quickly had an oxygen mask placed over his face.

Breathed in the air desperately as the man took off his helmet with a grin. "Dean," he says.

After another moment Castiel pulls off the mask to introduce himself. "Castiel-," and something quickly popped in his mind.

"Mugs!" He shrieked.

Dean looked at him with a startled expression.

"Dean! My cat, you have to save him!" Cas cries desperately.

Dean looked at him for a moment, debating, before he nodded stiffly and shoved his helmet back on, and stormed back into the building.

-#-

The fire was getting worse, Dean knew that. He also knew that it was just him and Benny in the building.