Dean's P.O.V.
I smirked watching Cas frantically zip his pants and flopped onto my back on the pillow on my chaotic looking bed.
"Dean," Cas said my name harshly, "get up. We have to go meet Crowley."
"Yes sir." I replied and sat up. I pulled my shirt over my head and my pants hit my face.
"Hurry up," Cas had thrown my pants at me, "we're already late."
I pulled my pants on two legs at a time rewarding me an odd look from Cas. I stood up and buttoned and zipped my pants and followed Cas out of the room. We walked to the Impala and I began driving.
I pulled into the parking lot of a sleazy, abandon looking bar and Cas got out of the car quickly. He half walked, half ran into the bar door. He forgot to turn the knob and hit his forehead on the door. I stifled a laugh and picked him up. I twisted the knob and he walked in with me close behind.
Crowley said disgustedly "I don't appreciate you being late."
"Sorry," Cas looked down, fixed his disheveled coat and ran his fingers through his hair and added "I was doing stuff," and he sat down.
I sat next to him, "I'm stuff," I said and smirked at Crowley.
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Destiel One Shots
FanfictionA small collection of Dean Winchester/Castiel (Destiel) one shots. Some may have smut and others may not but I will say if they do or not at the beginning of the shot.
