Word count: 575

Genre: humour, AU

Rating: worksafe

Prompt: Destiel, Superhero AU.

No one knew where they came from, or why they'd decided to reside on earth. But as they seemed to be using their powers only to help the population of each specific city where they lived, most people didn't mind the Angels at all.

Dean was not most people.

"It's freaking annoying is what it is! They're not letting us do our job right!"

Sam didn't even look up from his morning paper as he shrugged.

"Most people are grateful that they're helping us out with the most dangerous situations, you know."

"Well, I'm not!"

Sam rolled his eyes. "You're just angry because that Castiel guy makes you feel like you're not allowed to be the hero you signed up to be when you picked this job."

Dean grit his teeth. "No, Sam, I'm annoyed as fuck because he keeps showing up at every site I'm at. The entire unit is at a loss. We're down to a zero percent death toll over the last half year, but it's no thanks to us. He just keeps showing up everywhere and plucks any people and pets out of the houses, so that we have to focus on putting out the fires only."

Sam looked up at his brother, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that a good thing…?"

Dean slammed a fist onto the table, causing both his own and Sam's coffee to spill. The waitress at the other side of the diner called out to them, but he ignored her.

"Of course it's not a good thing! I'm a BA firefighter, Sam, and I haven't been inside a burning house for months! I might as well resign my job for all good I'm doing!"

Sam frowned.

"He shows up at all your sites, you said?"

"Every single one. No other unit has gotten the Angels' 'help' as much as ours."

"Do you have any idea why?"

"Not a fucking clue. Once he handed over a puppy to me and told me he was glad I was safe. I mean what the fu—"

"He told you that?" Sam interrupted, feeling the need to halt Dean's less-than-subtle rant before the waitress came over to throw them out entirely.

"Yeah. What the hell is that supposed to mean anyway, 'keep me safe', Like it's his job to keep me out of trouble or something."

Sam's brows furrowed, and he looked back down at his paper, where a black and white, slightly blurry picture showed the Angel Castiel in the middle of helping a woman and her child out of a nearly-collapsed building.

"Maybe he likes you," he said, thoughtfully.

"What?"

"Castiel," Sam specified, lookign at Dean. "Maybe he keeps showing up at your sites because he likes you. Fighting to keep you safe, for himself…"

Dean blinked.

"Sam," he said.

Sam grinned.

"Sam, no."

Sam only continued to grin.

"Fuck that, Sam, you're not turning this into some kind of messed up chick flick theory to write about in your freaking girly piece of crap magazine."

Sam grinned even wider. "Oh, I can see it now, the lonely soul of the Angel Castiel, reaching out to the one human that caught his attention, fighting to keep him safe in a dangerous world until the right time comes for him to admit his feelings and sweep his chosen one off his feet, fly off into the sunset together—"

"You're not turning me into Luois Lane, do you hear me?!"