Random Destiel Snippets

The Winchester and Novak Duet

***I think this is from a prompt on tumblr??***

"I am NOT doing a freaking duet with that dick—-"

"No name calling Dean. That's rude."

"Shut up Sam!"

His brother sighed, "As your agent I highly suggest you agree to this. Half of your fans want you and him to hook up! You're always trying to top each other and it's kind of cute. I already contacted Castiel's agent, Charlie, and she agreed to the idea."

"Well I'm not agreeing," he snapped.

"Please?"

"Don't start begging, it's unbecoming," Dean glared at his brother who was also glaring at him.

"Well, I'm going to plead with you if I have to. A duet between you two would be insanely popular! You guys are the next big thing!"

"I hate him."

"You've never met him."

"Yes I have!"

"Oh right. Once. You talked to him for five minutes and he called your cover of one of his singles trashy and you almost punched him. We had to drag you out of the room."

Dean winced, "I'm not going to—-"

"You can disagree all you want, but I just want to mention that he's going to be here at the studio in thirty minutes."

"WHAT THE HELL SAM?!?"

His brother smirked at him, "Calm down and go clean yourself up a bit, your breath smells."

With a huff, Dean spun away and stalked to the bathroom. He splashed water on his face and pulled out a couple mints from his pocket. Why the hell had Sammy called that dick here if he knew he would object? Sometimes he really wanted to punch his little brother.

He's not sure how long he's in the bathroom but when he comes out he runs into someone. They're large, solid, and muscular. The man's electric blue hair gave away his identity before Dean even saw his face.

"Hello Mr. Dick."

"Hello Dean," Castiel Novak's voice was low and gravelly. The singer's bright blue eyes glinted with amusement.

"I didn't know you where here already," Dean muttered.

"I know."

"We should go and uh...um..." his brain tried to keep up with his mouth

A small smile danced across Cas's lips.

"Let's go sing a duet Winchester."

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Dean was wrong about Cas, so wrong. Dean was falling. And he was falling hard. Cas was great. He was funny, nice, and a little bit weird at times. Dean had never smiled so much during a recording session. He kept catching Sam staring at him with this goofy smile on his face. Bitch. Anyway, their voices went well together, Cas's rumble of a voice mixing with Dean's smooth notes.

By the time Cas had to leave, Dean was regretting how short the day was.

"Come on Castiel! It's time to get your ass home," Charlie, his agent, was dragging the blue haired singer out of the studio.

"I have to say goodbye to Dean!"

"Text him. Call him. I don't care we gotta get you home —-"

Cas twisted out of her grip and darted over to Dean.

"I—-"

"I had a great time too," Dean said with a smile.

"Can I see you again?"

"Oh uh, sure. I gave you my number right?"

"Yeah but..."

"But what?"

"I'm just going to do it," Cas seemed to brace himself after the words met the air.

"Do what?"

Cas gave him a goofy grin before throwing his arms around Dean's neck and kissing him. His lips were chapped and pressed softly against Dean's. Castiel broke away from him and ran to where his agent was snapping pictures with her phone.

"Goodbye Dean!"

The words were tossed over his shoulder.

A big grin settled across his face.

"Call me you blue haired freak!"

"Will do!"