Random Destiel Snippets

Neil Catrick Harris

***This is from a prompt on tumblr that someone told me to write.***

It was the loud knocking that woke Cas. One glance at the clock had him groaning. It was 3am. Who the hell was banging on his door at such a horrible hour.

With a muttered "Goddammit," he rolled out of bed. His feet slapped against the hardwood floor as he made his way to the front door. The knocking never stopped, not even for a second. Cas twisted the doorknob and jerked the door open. His eyes immediately focused on a pair of bright green eyes. They were wide and frightened.

"CAS!"

"Dean Winchester why the hell---"

"I CANT FIND NEIL CATRICK HARRIS PLEASE HELP ME FIND HIM, PLEASE?!?!"

"Stop yelling," Castiel said. He rubbed his temples and stared at the man in front of him who seemed to realize how loud he was.

"Okay..." Cas took a moment to look the man up and down. It was his neighbor, Dean Winchester. The man was 6 feet of gorgeous. His hair was sticking up in odd directions and his shoes didn't match---and they were on the wrong feet.

"Can you repeat the last thing you said but, you know, softer?"

"I can't find Neil Catrick Harris can you help me---"

"Hold up. You need help finding your stupid cat?"

"Yes, and he's not stupid."

"It's 3am why should I help you?"

"Oh...uh...cause you love me?"

Cas stared at him. It was way too late at night for this crap. It was true that he had a crush on the man but he wasn't about to sacrifice his sleep for him. Dean seemed to realize he wasn't going to help and started begging.

"Please Cas! Please please pleeaaasee. I need to find him! I can't sleep without him and---"

"Fine! Fine, okay! I'll help you find your damn cat. Just let me grab my coat and pair of freaking shoes."

Dean leaned across the threshold and gave Cas a quick peck on the cheek, "Thank you so much!"

The man darted off and closed the door behind him. Why did Dean....? He shook his head and went to get some shoes. Five minutes later, Cas trudged outside and glanced around.

Dean came over to him and started talking while gesturing a lot with his hands, "The last place I saw him was the front flowerbed. He's never run off like this, he's always stayed close to the house! What if he---"

Cas noticed something odd.

"Dean why is your backseat window open?" He was staring at his neighbor's car, an old Chevy Impala. One of its windows was rolled down.

"My brother, Sam, had to take his dog to the vet and he used my car for some reason and it smelled like dog so I left the window open to air it out."

Cas walked closer to the impala and bent down to look inside. A black and white blob was curled up in the backseat.

"Dean, come here and tell me what you see."

A body pressed up against his side and looked into the car with him.

"...That's Neil Catrick Harris..." Dean mumbled.

Castiel sighed and scooped the cat out of the car. He dumped it in his neighbor's arms and stalked off towards his house.

"Good night," he said shortly.

"Wait!"

Dean ran in front of him. Soft lips pressed against his before vanishing. The kiss lasted only a second.

"Thank you for helping me and I'm sorry I woke you up," Dean rushed away, cheeks blazing.

A small smile skated across Cas's face as he stared walking back to his house. He was kind of glad that stupid cat got lost.