Hey :3 I decided to post the Destiel fanfic. Tell me what you think with a review or anything else :D I haven't completed Difficult, so I thought I might as well give you this in the meantime ;D Thanks and enjoy!


A chill crawled up Dean's body, making him shiver and pull the blankets towards him. It was two in the morning and the boys had just gotten back from hunting a well-fed Djinn. Luckily, Sam and Dean hadn't gotten caught up in a spell, but the creature had put up a lengthy battle. The monster was a lot stronger than the boys had expected, mainly because it had found an innocent town to feed from.

The battle had left them tired, bruised, and beaten, so once they got back to the motel, their only desire was to sleep.

Sam usually stayed up and did extensive research on different sites of strange activity, but he was out cold this time.

Dean wondered where Castiel had been. He had tried calling him about five times to no avail. Castiel could've saved the boys a lot of trouble. Dean thought of what could've happened if Castiel had been there, thought of what it'd be like to fight at his side. It would've been over quicker, Dean thought, letting slumber asunder his consciousness. With his angelic force, what couldn't he slay? Dean suddenly felt a spark of anger realizing what could've been prevented if Castiel had been there, but it was extinguished quickly by the bliss of sleep.

...

Ironically enough, how couldn't he dream of Castiel? It's what Dean fell asleep thinking about. He dreamed of him in battle in the middle of a forest, Castiel teleporting from place to place and dodging the enemy's attack. Dean didn't know what Castiel was fighting, all he was paying attention to was Castiel's graceful movements. He dodged and teleported as if he was dancing to music, hitting every beat. The monster let its guard down and Castiel grabbed its head with his entire hand and slayed it using his raw, angelic abilities. Dean shivered.

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Castiel couldn't stop feeling urgency with every passing second. Dean had called him various times, but he couldn't help Dean; he had matters to attend to in heaven.

So Catiel stood now, in the middle of a forest located in Indiana. He pondered over what to do. Should he still go towards Dean? Castiel had felt Dean stop calling him, and he couldn't help thinking about the worst things that could've happened to him. If it hadn't been urgent, Dean wouldn't have called him so many times…

That was it. Castiel made his mind up and teleported towards Dean's location. In one swift thought, he was standing at the foot of his bed. He and Sam lay snoring softly on the worn beds. They don't look like they are in much trouble, Castiel thought. Castiel looked over at Sam, who was taking up more than the length of the bed itself, and Dean, who had thrown on some blankets which were now falling from all the movement during his slumber. That didn't worry Castiel. Upon further inspection, he noticed the boys were covered in cuts and bruises that contrasted the dirt and grit all around their bodies.

Castiel wondered what they had fought that has left them like this; they must've put up a fight.

Castiel had gotten lost looking at Dean. He snored softly but louder than Sam. Dean was drooling and Castiel almost chuckled at how innocent Dean looked. Dean's hair was tussled and he was mumbling something.

Castiel healed them with a feathery touch and was about to depart. He turned around, but just then, almost inaudibly, he heard Dean mumble, "Castiel…"