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Screaming. Voices. Begging. That’s all Dean could hear for what felt like an eternity until it all stopped.
“Help,” His voice was hoarse and he couldn’t talk well as he hadn’t drunk water in forever.
He found Bobby as quickly as possible and although Sam was a challenge, it was a coincidence when they found his location in Pontiac, Illinois, with a girl who he didn’t recognise.
It didn’t surprise Dean when Sam pulled a knife on him. He was gone for months and his own family had to bury his dead body.
“I know, Sam, I look fantastic, huh?” Dean smirked sarcastically.
Sam pulled Dean into a hug which he never thought he would get to do again, he cherished this moment, knowing that life goes and comes and you have to live it.
“So what did it cost? To bring me back?”
Sam looked at Bobby and Dean with a confused expression and frowned.
“I tried everything. You were rotting in hell for months. For months, and I couldn’t stop it. I’m sorry, Dean. It wasn’t me.”
“It’s okay Sammy, you don’t have to apologise, I believe you.” Dean muttered, looking at his brother, still in shock that he’s here. He’s alive again. But at what cost?
“If you didn’t pull me out then what did?”
Dean and Sam went back to investigating, just like old times but this time it was to find the thing that pulled him out of hell. Whatever the hell it was.
Dean laughed as he walked up to his baby, “I almost forgot. Hey sweetheart, you miss me? I hope Sam treated you nicely,”
Sam scoffed, shaking his head. “I didn’t mess up your car, plus I thought it was mine.”
Dean didn’t have much to say, he opened his mouth but closed it again, putting the keys in and starting his baby.
There wasn’t much luck in finding out what pulled him out of hell. They had either all been dead ends or their eyes had been burned by a mysterious light. There was one last option: inside a closed barn, there were traps and talismans from every faith on the globe with stakes, iron, silver, salt and a knife ready to kill or catch the son of a bitch.
Suddenly, the walls began to shake and the lights flickered, Dean glanced at Bobby nervously.
“Wishful thinking, but maybe it’s just the wind.”
The lights above them burst and the door to the barn opened slowly, Dean could see a figure in the darkness walking towards them completely ignoring every trap they had planted with immaculate ease and he lifted up his gun ready to shoot but when he did the figure bypassed it easily as if it was a mere pinch. With nothing to do, he grabbed his knife.
“Who are you?” He growled holding it up, ready to charge.
“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”
Dean squinted his eyes at the person, if he should even call them that, and spat out, “Yeah, thanks for that.”
He stabbed him as fast as he could, making direct eye contact with him, not looking away from his dark blue eyes for one second. He pulled away in silence and watched as he smirked at him softly, looked at the knife in his chest and pulled it away, dropping it onto the floor in a clatter. The figure predicted an attack from Bobby and stopped him, he put his hand on his head and Bobby fell to the ground calmly.
“We need to talk to Dean. Alone.”
How the hell did he know his name? Dean gulped as he glanced at Bobby’s limp body.
“Your friend’s alive.”
“Who are you?” He said, glaring daggers at him.
“Castiel.”
“Yeah, I figured that much. I mean, what are you?”
Castiel turned to look Dean in the eyes, and with complete confidence he said, “I’m an Angel of the Lord.”
“Get the hell out of here. There’s no such thing.”
Dean looked at Castiel with such anger in his eyes.
“This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith.”
Lightning could be heard in the distance as Castiel's wings began to show. They were huge black feathered wings that looked angelic. Dean's eyes wandered as he watched this and he nodded in acceptance - almost.
“Right. And why would an Angel rescue me from hell?”
Castiel squinted his eyes and moved closer to Dean so they were only an inch away from each other.
“Good things do happen, Dean.” The Angel said with hope in his tone.
“Not in my experiences.” He grit out and his jaw clenched as he remembered his life. If that’s what he could even call it. It was no life fighting for the rest of his time on earth. With no possible chance of setting down. Always on the run and saving people. As the family motto says: saving people, hunting things, the family business.
Castiel tilted his head slightly in confusion, like he didn’t understand what Dean was proposing, his captivating blue eyes locked onto Dean’s green eyes and Dean's breath hitched as he could see every feature of his face. He could see his soft skin, his brown messy hair, his soft lips that looked so tender. The look on his face reflected true innocence that he had never seen before.
“What’s the matter,” Castiel whispered quietly. His eyes widened slightly at the realisation.
“You don’t think you deserve to be saved?”
Dean huffed in frustration.
He knew he was right, but he couldn’t admit it. Why and how could he be saved by an Angel of all the things in the world. He knew he didn’t deserve it, as he had done terrible things throughout his life, he killed so many, caused so much hardship. He didn’t deserve it at all so he chose to stay silent.
His silence was the only answer Castiel needed.
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Dean didn’t want to do this.
He didn’t want to face Alastair.
To face his tormentor.
To be reminded of hell all over again.
But he was forced to, by the godforsaken not so Angel-like, Uriel and Cass, but he doesn’t entirely count, well because he's Cass.
“What’s going on, Cass? Since when does Uriel put a leash on you?”
“My superiors have begun to question my sympathies. I was getting too close to you. They feel I’ve begun to express emotions. The doorways to doubt. This can impair my judgment.”
“Well, tell Uriel, or whoever… you do not want me doing this, trust me.”
“Want it? No. But I’ve been told we need it.”
Dean paused as he visibly swallowed. Tears welled in his eyes, but he wiped his face quickly.
“You ask me to open that door and walk through it… you will not like what walks back out.”
“For what it’s worth… I would give anything not to have you do this.” Castiel whispered with a gentle and hushed tone only he could perform.
Dean closed his eyes tightly and opened them again as if he was still processing what he was about to commit.
He turned around to face Castiel with a pleading look in his bright green eyes. A desperation Castiel had never seen from him. He wanted to throw away everything all at once just to see him happy, disobey heaven and take Dean out of this nightmare, but he couldn’t.
He just couldn’t.
Castiel hardened his eyes at Dean and held his breath, trying his hardest not to pull out his hand to stop Dean from walking into the room. He looked down, avoiding eye contact with Dean.
Dean knew what that look meant and his lip trembled slightly. He turned away from Cass and walked his way towards the door, it slammed behind him in the process with a loud band and Castiel let out a shaky sigh.
Dean walked into the room with Alastair who was tied up, he pulled out his tray of torture tools ignoring the persistent words that came out of Alastair’s mouth, he knew he was only saying these things to rile him up- and well it was working.
“They sent you to torture me?”
“You got one chance. One. Tell me who’s killing the Angels. I want a name.”
Alastair smirked, “You think I’ll see all your scary toys and spill my guts?”
“Oh you’ll spill your guts, one way or another. Now answer the question.”
Alastair ignored Dean, he began talking about John - all the times he would make an offer and he would say no each time - how Dean broke after thirty years but John lasted a hundred - how he didn’t and would never live up to his father’s expectations
“Just tell me the demon's name, Alastair.”
Dean took out holy water and poured it into a cup.
“You know what I could still dream in hell. And over and over and over, you know what I dreamt? I dreamt of this moment.”
He pulled out a syringe and sucked up the holy water inside, facing Alastair.
“Let’s get started.”
Alastair groaned in pain but Dean didn’t care. He laced his demon knife with holy water and stabbed Alastair in the stomach slowly, carving him, he glared into his eyes with hate as Alastair grumbled trying not to make much noise. Dean pushed the knife further into him and watched with pride as he writhed in pain.
Again, Dean splashed holy water onto Alastair’s face looking at him as he struggled and screamed.
“Who’s murdering the Angels?”
Dean turned his back for one second, getting another torture tool but when he turned back Alastair was right in front of him. Did the devil trap not work?
“You should talk to your plumber about the pipes.”
Alastair punched Dean in the face with no hesitation and Dean fell to the ground. He picked him up by his collar and kept punching him over and over again until his face was all bloody and he was in and out of consciousness. Alastair wanted more, he grabbed Dean from the neck tightly, relishing in the way Dean's eyes widened, the way he squirmed out of this grasp to stay alive. He picked him up with full strength and his feet rose from the floor.
“You’ve got a lot to learn, boy.”
Dean felt himself choking. Was this it? Was he going to die again? He felt his eyes roll to the back of his head and his head felt light but it was gone in a second as he was dropped to the ground.
Castiel came behind Alastair and stabbed him. He brought out his hand to move the knife inside Alastair’s chest, but it didn’t work. Alastair charged at him and Castiel punched him repeatedly, taking on a few hits himself until Alastair pushed him against a wall, strangling him, he was chanting in Latin to send Castiel back to heaven when Sam threw him back with his hand.
“Who’s murdering the Angels?”
Sam brought his hand out killing Alastair, when he finally gave his answer, that not even Lilith can kill Angels.
Cass looked at Dean in his hospital bed. It was all his fault. A pained expression covered his face and he couldn’t look at Sam or Dean the same anymore knowing what he had caused.
It was all because he put his trust in God. For the first time ever he was considering disobedience. As he sat in the chair next to Dean, he thought back to his conversation with Anna, the orders were all wrong, at this moment he felt much like her.
Alone.
Castiel heard Dean wake up and be let out a sigh of relief. He made eye contact with Dean and all the tense feelings in his shoulders were gone as he looked into his sad green eyes. The eyes that had begged him not to torture Alastair but he had ignored him. He never wanted to do that again.
“Are you alright?”
“No thanks to you.”
Cass sighed.
“I’m sorry, Dean. I swear to you I thought the demon trap was secure - I never want you to be harmed. Ever.”
Dean turned his head to Cass and stared at the Angel he was becoming ever so close with.
“You were only following orders from your father just like I always did. I’m in no position to judge you.”
Cass shook his head. “I should’ve never listened to Uriel - in fact he was the one killing the Angels. I knew it was wrong. I had feelings of doubt but I let you get hurt.” His voice wavered towards the end and Dean fought every muscle in his body to sit up and comfort him.
“You tried to save me. You did. If you didn't interrupt Alastair from strangling me I would’ve died.”
“B-but it wasn’t enough, I was defenceless without Sam, I—”
Dean fought that every muscle and he sat up in his hospital bed looking into Castiel’s crystal clear blue eyes. The ones that he loved but couldn’t admit, so he denied his feelings.
He placed his hand onto Castiel’s, transferring his warmth to Castiel’s cold hands. Castiel’s eyes searched Dean's face and felt something more. He wanted to do something more, his eyes moved to Dean's lips and he licked his own, realising his sinful thoughts he turned around and felt a tear run down his face.
“Hey, look at me Cass.”
Cass forced himself to look at Dean once again, his heart raced as he could feel Dean’s soft hands on his but he stopped himself from feeling anything.
“I forgive you, Cass.”
Cass nodded his head gently and brought up his hand to cradle Dean’s face. He made sure to study Dean closely and winced at the sight of every cut or bruise inflicted upon his face. His beautiful face.
“I will save you every time, Dean.”
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Dean and Sam have separated. He’s lost him entirely. Thoughts consume him, he’s sick and tired of chasing him. He’s not even sure if he’s his brother anymore. The demon blood he’s using has turned him into something different.
Whilst he’s arguing with Bobby he looks at the window for a split second and sees the world has changed.
He’s in a room that has paintings all over the walls. It’s white and gold, almost like it’s the colours of heaven.
“Hello, Dean.” Cass says in his low voice.
“It’s almost time.”
And then he disappeared.
Dean wandered the room and his eyes widened at a table full of burgers and beer. This was heaven, alright!
“Hello, Dean. You’re looking fit.” Zachariah smiled with Cass beside him.
Deans scoffs. “Where the hell am I?”
“Call it a green room. We’re closing in on the grand finale here. Wanna keep you safe before showtime.”
“I wanna know what the game plan is.”
“Let us worry about that, we want you to be focused, relaxed.”
“Well I’m about to be pissed and leaving. So I suggest you start talking.” Dean growled.
“Alright, since you so kindly asked, Lilith is the only one who can break the final seal. Tomorrow. Midnight.”
Dean started to get frustrated at the lack of context, “What exactly do I do? I’m the one that stops her. How? With the knife?”
“It will happen all in due time. Have faith.”
“What, in you? Give me one good reason why I should.”
Zachariah huffed in annoyance and walked towards Dean, threatening him with his words alone.
“Because you swore your obedience. So obey.”
Dean stared at him in disbelief and averted his gaze towards Cass who refused to make eye contact with him after their talk in the hospital. He didn’t understand why.
Dean was bored out of his mind. He could’ve been saving the world! But he was stuck here with absolutely no one. He tipped over a statue when Cass appeared behind him, he jumped a little but straightened up.
“You asked to see me?”
Cas glanced at the smashed statue and Dean's expression and smiled just a little.
“Ahem. Yeah, Listen… I need you to take me to see Sam.”
“Why”
“There’s something I need to talk to him about.”
“What’s that?”
Dean looked at Cass confused.
“I don’t think that’s wise.” Cass turned his head to look away from Dean, Dean walked up to him making eye contact.
“I just need to tie up this one thing.”
“No.”
Dean shook his head in disbelief.
“You know what, screw this noise I’m out of here.” He walked past Cass with determination.
“Through what door?”
Dean turned to Cass and to the door and to Cass again to realise he had disappeared. Like he always does.
“Damn it.” Dean muttered.
Every attempt to leave was a failure. Breaking the walls of the place did nothing as it came back to be clean with no sign of damage.
Zachariah appeared out of nowhere, giving Dean all the permission in the world to rant.
“You’re lying. I’ve been getting my ass kicked all year and now you’re sweating my safety? I wanna see my brother.”
“That’s ill advised.”
“What the hell's going on? Where’s Sam and how am I gonna ice Lilith?”
Zachariah pursed his lips at that last statement, and Dean saw that this was never about him. Was he even the chosen one like they claimed?
“You’re not gonna ice Lilith.” Zachariah nodded his head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“But Sam and I, we can stop—.”
Zachariah sighed and rolled his eyes.
“You don’t wanna stop it do you?”
“Nope. Never did.” Zachariah said proudly.
Dean stepped back to regain his composure, he turned around to be met with the paintings which made complete sense now, they were all about the apocalypse. Every single one.
“What happens to all the people during your little pissing contest?”
Zachariah shrugged his shoulders as if it didn’t matter to him. People's lives would be lost for nothing. Dean wrinkled his nose in disgust. How could they act so carelessly?
“What about Sam? He won’t go quietly. He will stop Lilith.”
“Sam has a part to play.”
“What does that mean? What are you going to do to him?” Dean asked repeatedly, his concern was evident for his brother.
As Zachariah left he told him his crucial role, he had a part to play and that was to stop Lucifer. To stop the freaking devil. His expression blanched at this and he went pale. How on earth was he to do that? Frantically, he picked up his phone calling Sam for the hundredth time when Cass appeared out of nowhere.
“You can’t reach him Dean.”
Dean's face stiffened at the sound of the Angels voice.
“What are you gonna do to Sam?”
“Nothing, he’s gonna do it to himself.”
Dean walked up to Cass searching his eyes, he gave him a wounded expression.
“What the hell does that mean? You said you would save me Cass. So save me! Save me and bring me to my brother. Or you can’t? Is it because you need to follow your daddy’s orders?”
Cas furrowed his eyebrows and looked past Dean. He couldn’t face him. He knew he was right.
“I can’t, Dean. What’s worth saving? All I see here is pain, guilt, confusion. Not just from people but from you! Do you not want peace? Peace with Sam.”
Cass averted his eyes elsewhere as he couldn’t handle the piercing green eyes being directed at him. Dean lowered his head making sure to meet Castiel’s eyes so he had no choice but to look at him.
Castiel’s eyes glowed with a sense of eagerness as he was inches away from Dean's face. He bit his lip until it bled.
“I want peace alright, I want peace and I want it with you and Sammy but this isn’t right. I know you. I know you know the difference between right and wrong. And I don’t care about that pain or guilt because I will take all of it.”
Dean's eyes burned into Castiel’s and he took a sharp intake of breath as a flush appeared on Castiel’s neck and face.
The overwhelming feelings once again burdened him. The feelings that he knew Dean would never feel for him. The feeling of pulling Dean close to him and hugging him or better - kissing him.
Castiel smiled at Dean’s words, he wanted him. To be with him. But so did his brothers and sisters, so did heaven.
“Help me now, please, Cass.” he pleaded with a quaking voice.
And how could Cass say no? He would do anything for Dean. And if that meant disobeying heaven and rebelling he would do it all over again just to make Dean happy.
So Cass took a knife across his arm, Dean watched him with shock as he took the blood, creating an Angel banishing sigil for Zachariah and when he touched it Zachariah vanished into thin air.
“Let’s find your brother, Dean.”
Dean gazed into Castiel’s eyes and explored all he could. He knew he was doing the right thing. He cleared his throat and smiled at Cass feeling a sense of proudness.
He saw Cass in a new light. He saw his inner attributes, his eyes stole a glance at his handsome face and he pushed back the thoughts that told him to thank him or hug him or kiss him. Because all he did was the bare minimum, right? And kissing him wasn’t proper, it wasn’t right.
“You ready, Dean?”
Cass questioned tilting his head.
Damn. Whenever he did that he looked so freaking cute.
Dean stuttered over his words slightly, “Y-yeah. I’m fine, let's go.”
Cass looked at him questionably but ignored it.
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Dean thought he’d never see the “green room” again. He found Adam lying on the ground with a bloody face. Sammy tried to stop Zachariah but was flown into the wall in one big heap.
“Sam!”
With one flick of the hand Zachariah made Adam fall onto the floor in pain as blood trickled down his mouth. Dean flinched as he looked at Sammy grunting in pain, he turned to see Adam writhing in pain and felt as small as possible. He was no match against Zachariah.
He gripped his knuckles until it hurt so bad, until they turned white. He felt powerless. He couldn’t help his brothers. Dean stood still, feeling rooted to the spot he was in.
“You’re finally ready right?”
Dean held back his cry as he watched blood fall from Sammy's mouth, his face was contorted in pain and Dean couldn’t handle seeing him suffer. His suffering could end if Dean just said one word.
One meaningful word.
“S-stop it please, I’ll do it.” He lowered his voice to a whisper.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Zachariah teased whilst smirking.
Dean stumbled over his words and he gulped. Was he really about to allow Micheal possess him?
“Okay…y—”
Before Dean could mutter his response he gasped as Zachariah’s back was stabbed with an Angel blade, he saw it go through to his stomach and watched in surprise as he fell to the ground with a thud. His dead body laid on the floor with his black wings spread across the entire room.
Dean feared to look at who killed him. Was it Micheal? Was he finally being possessed?
“Dean.”
His head sprang up when he heard the gruff voice. His Angel. Dean struggled to keep his tears in as he looked into Castiel's endearing eyes.
Castiel had risked his life, grace and allegiance for him.
“So, you’ve saved me once again.” Dean chuckled.
Cass gave him the most sincere smile.
“Are you okay?”
Dean walked across Zachariah’s body to be closer to Cass. Castiel's lips parted slightly at the sight of Dean and Dean leaned forward.
“I’ve never felt better.”
Cass nodded and Dean chose to turn a blind eye to Castiel reaching out to brush his hand against his. Dean closed his eyes and accepted the touch knowing he should deny these feelings. Maybe one day he would accept himself for who he was.
But as they say, small steps at a time.
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“Hey, ass-butt!”
Castiel threw a molotov, engulfing Micheal in holy fire. Dean grimaced as he watched Micheal scream and then suddenly he disappeared.
“He’ll be back and upset.”
Lucifer glared at Castiel with such anger in his eyes.
“No one dicks with Micheal but me.”
With the snap of his hand Castiel was gone. Dean watched as his best friend disappeared by the hands of Lucifer who looked like his own brother. Rage built up inside of him as yet again, he stood and watched someone die without doing anything about it.
Lucifer carefully turned his head towards Dean and with no hesitation threw him onto a car, his head hit the window causing glass to shatter into tiny pieces and cut him. Lucifer (or his brother) dragged him up punching him in the face.
“Sammy? I know you’re in there.”
Another punch. Another and another. Lucifer took no mercy on Dean and Dean didn’t fight back, he took every punch without bringing up a hand to stop Sam as he knew his brother was still in there somewhere. He had to be.
He felt blood running down his nose and winced as he could feel the cut on his lip stinging.
“Sammy. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you.”
Lucifer paid no attention and kept hitting Dean over and over, his face was covered in bruises, his eye was swollen and he didn’t stop. Not until he glanced at the 67 Chevy Impala and he remembered.
Sammy remembered his brother. The laughs they had together. All the time spent together. The way Dean would always be there for him when John wasn’t. The pranks they pulled on each. The way no matter what happened he would always choose him in the next lifetime no matter what.
“It’s okay, Dean. I’ve got him.” Sammy cried.
Dean fell down to the ground and stared at Sammy in silence as he fell into a black hole with Micheal. But he did nothing to stop it.
He crawled his way to where the hole was and stared into the abyss, Sammy was gone. Castiel was gone. What was there to live for?
“Why must you think like that?”
Dean was taken aback when he heard the voice of his Angel.
“Cass, you’re alive?”
Cass crouched down to his level and looked into Dean's eyes, well, eye. He saw the pain and he so desperately wanted to remove all of it forever.
“Sammy… he—”
“We’ll get your brother back. I promise.”
Dean casted Cass a look of awe and Cass gave him a soft expression. Cass cradled Dean's face in his hands, touching his forehead, Dean looked at him weirdly but smiled as he felt better, all his injuries were gone.
A tear drifted down Dean's face and he refused to look at Cass, however, Cass wiped the tear off with his soft, gentle hands.
A small blush creeped up on Dean's freckled face. Cass noticed.
Dean scoffed jokingly. “Are you God?”
“No, but thanks for the compliment, Dean.”
“You’re welcome, Cass.” Dean sniffled quietly.
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“I won’t let you kill Sam and Dean. Finding Purgatory is not as important as them! Their lives!” Castiel shouted furiously at Crowley.
“I believe you are losing sight of the true goal, Castiel. Why do you want to appear good to the Winchesters? They are measly humans who don’t even care about you.”
Cass growled and held his chin high.
“You don’t know what you are saying. They care.”
Crowley raised his eyebrows.
“What you need is to secure your position, after the apocalypse left a power vacuum.”
“You don’t know what I need.”
He had enough. In a fit of anger Cass punched Crowley in the face, he winced as looked at his fist to see a bruise forming.
What?
He glanced up to see Crowley having no sufficient damage on him and then his world blackened as he fell to the ground loudly.
Dean and Sam burst through the doors of Crowley's compound. They held up demon knives and all they could in case of a worst case scenario. Through the doors they could hear commotion and Dean ran through as quickly as possible.
“Leave him alone, Crowley.”
Crowley stood over Castiel with his fist raised high ready to punch him at any second.
Dean halted abruptly at the sight. He clutched his weapon tighter, ready to kill him for hurting Cass. Dean gave Crowley an intense death stare to dare him to try anything. However, Crowley smirked at Dean and Sam who held their weapons at ready.
“I’m not feeling rather fantastic today, I think I’ll just head out.”
“You better stay there we have to tal—” Sam was cut off by Crowley teleporting out of the room in a big hurry.
Dean rushed up to Cass who was still once the ground panting.
“Dean and Sam I’m sorry—”
Dean picked up Cass from the floor and grabbed his hand roughly. Cass gasped as he was led out the doors and was met with the cool breeze outside.
“Are you hurt?” Dean demanded.
Cass tilted his head in confusion but still, he shook his head, he watched as Dean closed his eyes briefly and his hands rose to touch his face. Cass waited for Dean, as he always did and always will. Dean slowly opened his eyes and sniffled.
Why was he crying?
“Cass, look I-i never want that to happen again. I don’t want to see you hurt. What if I wasn’t there on time? What if you had died again? I can’t live with myself without you.”
Castiel's eyes widened, encouraging Dean to continue, he moved closer to Dean until their faces were touching.
He could see the clear tears swelling up in Dean's eyes and he swore he could count every single freckle on Dean's face.
“I need you, Cass, you have saved me countless times and I never once thanked you — so I thank you. I thank you so much for always being there for me.”
Castiel's throat felt thick as he almost broke down completely. He couldn’t do anything besides feel mesmerised by Dean.
Dean glimpsed into his dark blue eyes and he saw Cass for who he was. Someone that he couldn’t live without. Someone who felt like his family. Someone that he cherished so much but never got the chance to say, but right now, he would.
“I love you Cass, and I never realised it but I can’t - and will not lose you to something so—”
And that was it. The final straw.
Cass leaned even closer and pressed his lips onto Dean’s. Finally, something he had wanted to do for so long. He was finally able to do so.
Dean's lips were warm and soft and they parted slightly as they kissed passionately. Dean put his hands through Castiel's fluffy brown hair and Cass brought his hand to cup Dean's face and he smiled through his teeth.
“I love you too, Dean.”
Dean licked his lips, grinning.
“I know I thought I didn’t deserve to be saved but I realise that I do. You save me, Cass.”
Despite being happy a tear shed from Castiel's face and Dean hugged Castiel tightly, refusing to let go. Cass melted into the hug comfortably, laying his head on Dean's shoulder.
“You okay?” Dean whispered softly, rocking his body slowly.
“I’ve never felt better.” Castiel teased, sniffling as he said so.
Dean chuckled and he knew that Castiel was all he needed in this world.
His Angel.