Destiel One Shots

53. What's The Point If It Just Comes Back?

Cas had spent a few days at the bunker as a human. He rather enjoyed it there, especially with Dean. He always felt a sort of connection with him, but he wasn't sure what it was. Not just a profound bond.

One night, he and the boys were sitting in the library doing research for a case. Lately, Cas couldn't help but notice his hair kept getting in the way of his vision.

He tried tucking it behind his ears, but that was only a temporary solution. He wasn't sure what to do, so he found a white cap and tried keeping his hair tucked in there, and it seemed to work. For now.

Dean found himself immensely curious. "Dude, what's with the hat?" He asked as they researched.

Cas looked up at him. "Pardon?"

"The hat. The cap you've got going on. What's the deal with that?"

Cas tilted his head to the side. "There is no 'deal', Dean. It's just something I've started wearing. Why, is it bad?"

"No, I was just curious. So, uh, what inspired this sudden fashion change?"

Cas sighed lightly. He took off the cap, revealing his Sam-like hair. Dean couldn't help but smirk.

"My god. Your hair is as long as Sam's."

Sam scoffed. "It's not that long, Dean."

"C'mon, Sammy. Your hairstyles are pretty... 'Sam-ilar'." He chuckled.

Sam shot a bitchface at him. "At least I don't eye-fuck with him all day."

Dean's cheeks were redder than a sunburnt tomato. Cas clearly didn't understand, as usual, and cocked his head to the side again.

"I don't understand. How can one eye-"

"Anyway!" Dean cut in. "Cas, don't you dare ask that question." He gave Cas a look of steel.

Sam huffed a laugh and looked at Cas, who was struggling with maintaining his extra long locks. "You know Cas, I could always cut your hair for you."

"No, no, no. No way," Dean answered for him. "I'm pretty sure your judgement on hair length is unreliable, Moosepunzel."

Sam threw him another bitchface which would've blown up Tumblr if seen on camera. He sighed lightly. "Fine. Then who's gonna do it?"

"I can." Dean stated simply.

Sam smirked in that Sammy way. "Really? You? You're gonna cut his hair?"

"Hell yeah, I'm gonna cut his hair!"

"Um, do I get a say in this?" Cas asked.

"Relax, it'll be fine. Have I ever steered you wrong before?"

"Is that a rhetorical question?"

Dean chuckled and stood up. "C'mon, I'll cut your frigging hair."

Dean got a pair of scissors and took Cas into the bathroom.

"I've never actually done this before, but I've seen it a hundred times, so how hard can it be?"

"That's quite reassuring." Cas sasses him.

"No need for sarcasm."

He proceeded to make an attempt to cut his hair. So far, it didn't look great, but it didn't suck either (the way I think of this one shot right now :3).

By the time he finished, Cas's hair was not a complete train wreck. It was a bit uneven, but it was... meh.

"What do you think?" Dean asked, setting the scissors down on the sink.

Cas examined his hair in the reflection of the mirror. "It's... sufficient."

"Sufficient? Is that even a way to describe hair?"

"Yes."

"Alright, well, I should probably give you a good shave, too. That's something I'm actually good at."

"What's the point if it just comes back?"

He got his razor and gently shaved Cas's stubble. Cas accidentally twitched and ended up with a little cut on his cheekbone.

"Sorry, did I nick you there?"

"Just slightly. Don't worry, Dean. It's nothing."

Dean grabbed a washcloth sitting at the sink and got it wet, dabbing the cut with it. He wasn't sure what came over him, but he was compelled to kiss it to make it feel better.

"You good?"

"It just stings a little. Not a big deal."

Dean had no control anymore. He bent down slightly and kissed his cheekbone where the cut was. "Feel better?" He whispered.

Cas started blushing deeply, causing Dean to do the same. "I-I'm sorry, Cas. I don't know what I was-"

Cas pushed him into the wall, kissing him fiercely. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, their hands massaging through one another's hair.

Cas broke free for only a moment to breathe and mutter, "I love you, Dean."

"I love you too, Cas."

And they had hot sex in the bathroom three times that night THE END!

(A/N: THE NUMBER OF SEASONS I WANT SUPERNATURAL TO LAST THOUSAAAAAND REEEEAAAADS!!! XD twenty+ thousand. Twenty+ because they can have more than twenty if they want to. As long as it lasts 5ever.

Yeah, I ended it like this cuz I said SCREW IT! We're gettin closer to twenty five thousand then we'll have that little surprise :3 CAN'T WAIT!!

Seriously, I refuse to wait. Go read everything again about 500 times, maybe with your combined reading, it'll make like twenty five thousand or something. I dunno.

And because I took so fooping long to update, we actually skipped NINETEEEEEEN THOUSAAAAAND REEEEEAAAAADS!! I think. Yeah, sounds right. I dunno what sound right anyhow. Tired. Failinghjkl.

Falling sleep now bye.

Peace odd, my mini Marshminions!)