Title: In the End
Pairing: DeanxCastiel (Destiel)
Words: 373
Summary: How I like to think it should all end.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own either of these characters or Supernatural or they'd share a lot more than deep meaningful looks. I didn't make any money off writing this, I just needed something to get my brain going before settling in and writing the stuff I do get paid for. I hope you all enjoy it and I hope they're not too terribly out of character this is the first time I've attempted to write them.
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Sometimes his arrival is accompanied by a flutter of wings and trench coat that breaks through the white noise of the surro
Cas was ecstatic. He finally found that thing Dean wanted. Cas even had paid for it himself, he knew Dean would be proud. Seeing as the last two gifts Cas gave him he took with purchasing, he was an Angel of the Lord, how was he supposed to know that he had to pay? He glanced down into the white plastic bag one last time before he spread his wings and focused on Dean's location. He knew exactly where he was, in the motel room where he last left him. Cas opened his eyes and the bag dropped out of his hand as he processed the scene in front of him. It was Dean, he was sitting down in the arm chair. With a guy he had never seen before. His head
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Just one gun. Just one pull of a trigger. Just one bullet. It can change your life forever. It definitely did for Castiel.
It's been a year since Castiel dropped from Heaven and lost his Grace. He became human, a full fledged mortal. After his screw up that landed him in Purgatory and the mess in Heaven he created, he was cast down. Sadly, Jimmy Novak's soul had already passed on to the other side and some how, Castiel developed a soul of his own. It might've been because he spent over 5 years with the Winchesters and he developed human traits and things like that. Slowly but surely, he learned how to be, well, human. Sam and Dean taught hi
"We don't need you, Cas! Sam and I did fine before you, we'll do fine without you! Just leave!" Dean has never been this angry, not even the time Sam had taken the last slice of apple pie. And that was some damn good pie. Cas was speechless for once, simply staring back at Dean. It felt like hours had passed by when Cas finally spoke. "Very well." And he disappeared, followed by the soft flapping of wings. Dean was so enraged he didn't realize that Cas had left until his cell phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket and flipped it open, "What." His tone was flat and fuming, not even a question. "Whoa… what crawled up your ass and died?" It
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Dean sighed, resting his arms behind his head. "This is nice, isn't it?" He sighed, staring up at the clear night sky. Cas leaned closer to Dean as they laid on top of the Impala's hood. "Yes, I suppose." He turned onto his side and rested his head in the crook of his neck. He twirled his finger around his chest, drawing invisible symbols of Enochian on his chest. Dean smirked and looked down at him, "You're not even looking at the stars, silly." "Don't have to. I've memorized the movement of the stars and the solar system around two thousand years ago." Cas shrugged casually, looking up at Dean. Besides, he'd rather be looking at him.
Dean
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Dean was dying, not literally, but he was practically brain dead. He was sprawled out on the couch with Castiel, watching some horrible romance movie. The Notebook? The Journal? Some kind of crap title like that. But, Cas seemed to be enjoying it, so Dean didn't complain. Dean glanced down at the angel, who's head rested against Dean's shoulder. He had his feet propped up on the coffee table and a beer in one hand, the other tangled in Cas' hair.
"'If you're a bird, I'm a bird'" Cas repeated slowly after the actor, "What does that mean, Dean?" He was always asking questions during the movie, simply because he didn't understand them. Dean shr
Dean grumbled to himself as he tried to fix his hair, which just so happened to be sticking up in the oddest way possible. Dean was never one who focused on his looks, hell, he barely showered in the morning. But, today was different. Today was special. But, just because life liked to fuck him over so much, Dean was overall frustrated with his appearance. His dirty blonde hair was sticking up in all sorts of angles, the bags under his eyes looked deeper and darker, not to mention he hadn't shaved in awhile and was beginning to grow a layer of stubble.
Dean glanced down at his watch and looked at the time, shit, it was almost time. He managed
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How long have you known? Deans voice was edged between anger and sorrow.
For sometime now, Castiel returned. He didnt take his eyes from the playground, deserted in the early morning hours.
And you didnt say anything? It was hard to tell which emotion would win. Deans voice shook in restrained fury. Or perhaps restrained anguish.
Your knowing would not have changed anything.
Goddamnit, Cas. No, Dean didnt care about swearing in the presence of an angel. What am I supposed to do?
Castiel finally looked ov