Title: Here's To Hoping You Make It.
Author: laurenofthedead
Characters/Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel.
Rating: G
Spoilers: 5x03.
Warnings: None, really.
Summary:When Castiel smiled in return, Dean blinked furiously a few times, hoping that Castiel would still alive when morning comes.
Word Count: 282.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor its characters.
Authors Note:This is episode related and a sort of ar/canon change of the 'Last Night On Earth' part of 5x03. Please comment if you read? 3
"So, Cas," Dean began, his voice a little too high; he was standing behind Castiel, taking in how tense his shoulders had gone at the mention of his name. Dean added slowly and more evenly "Last night on Earth, huh? What are your plans?"
Castiel shifted nervously in his seat; he was sitting at the dirty old table in the abandoned house he and Dean were planning to use to trap Raphael. This was what Castiel figures would be his last night on Earth as he doesn't expect to live through the trap.
Turning his head a fraction of an inch, confusion flickers over Castiel's features. Heavily sighing, Dean takes it upon himself to offer Castiel some options to how he would spend his last night on Earth. "Booze? Women? Anything?"
As Castiel looks away uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck, a disbelieving Dean gasps and starts to question if whether the angel has ever been with a woman before, just as Castiel hurriedly mutters a reply.
"I think I'd like to spend my last night on Earth with you, Dean."
Frozen for just a heartbeat, Dean felt his features soften a little, his voice flowing gentler. Walking over to the table, Dean looked down at Castiel feeling a small lump in this throat; this was the first time he had felt so connected to someone in a long time and it felt elating to be needed.
"Yeah, ok," he sniffed as he took a seat opposite Castiel. "Just the two of us it is," he added with a little smile.
When Castiel smiled in return, Dean blinked furiously a few times, hoping that Castiel would still alive when morning comes.