Title: "Salt and Feathers-1"

Prompt:30-C; 100_prompts

Genre:Romance, Drama

Rating:T

Warnings:Nudity, BL.

Word Count: 1013 words

Summary:On love amid chaos. Shards of humanity in the grand flow of time.

"He remembered the forceful hand that cast him to the earth. He'd fallen like a shooting star, his flesh burning until his wings fell away. Pain was something he had never known before. But even worse than the physical affliction was the knowledge that he would forevermore be denied Heaven."
― James Burnham, The Fruit of the Fallen

To Megs. For love, amid chaos.

Defiant

It catches him by surprise, the defiance simmering under his skin. The shock of it stills his thoughts for a moment. It kindles the fury in Raphael's aura. Castiel , a mere soldier, had defied his brother and by extension, God, for the sake of one man. For Dean.

Powder

Sam reaches out to casually brush away the dark, powdery smear on Dean's cheek. Cas feels an inexplicable ache twist within him at the almost thoughtless closeness of the brothers.

Grateful

When Cas speaks his thanks aloud, he isn't sure if it is for the sandwich in front of him or Dean's large, cool hand on his back.

Decent

Dean's pupils widen. Dean's breath is uneven. He turns and mumbles something at Cas. Cas tilts his head, puzzled at the sudden change in Dean. It isn't until Sam tells him it isn't appropriate to walk around without clothes that Cas understands. Dean was upset at Cas.

Union

Cas is at some mall with Dean because he's human now and somehow that means more clothes. Dean tugs at his shirt to hide his discomfort. He never goes to malls, but Sam insisted, and now Dean's taking Cas shopping. Cas trails behind Dean like a solemn owl, his eyes wide and curious. There are bright lights and a lady with a perfume who beckons invitingly.

Cas walks to her station for a moment. It takes taken a few more moments for Dean to notice Cas wasn't behind him. He tenses as he looks around. He catches sight of Cas with the perfume lady. Before he even registers the motion, Dean is with them, tugging Cas away by the wrist and being charmingly apologetic. They walk away from the station and towards the store. It isn't until they reach the store that Dean realises he's still holding Cas's hand and lets go, immediately. Cas rubs his wrist, aware of the very shape of Dean's hand on his skin.

Cleansed

It's Sam who first comments on the scruff that Cas seemed to be growing. Cas doesn't understand what that meant. So Sam drags him to the bathroom and shows him what he needs to do to shave. Dean walks past the two of them, pauses for a look, and leaves with a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.

Go

The soft, distressed sound shouldn't be enough to wake him, but it does. He hears a muffled groan coming from the room across his. He realises that it is coming from Dean's room. He grabs his angel blade and rushes to his feet. He swiftly crossed the corridor and threw Dean's door open.

He stops. Dean is shirtless. He's flushed and breathing hard. His blanket seemed to be thrown haphazardly over his legs and his hand was under the covers. Cas feels a rush of heat go through his body. He doesn't understand why, so he hurries to Dean's side, and kneels next to him. "What happened, Dean?" he asks worriedly. Dean was flushed red and now, he pales under the sheen of sweat. "I'm fine, Cas" he bites out, "Really. Go back to sleep."

Cas tried to reach out to touch Dean's forehead. Sam taught him that was how you checked for a fever. Dean leans away, his fist clenching the blanket for dear life. "I'm okay, Cas." He whispers, his eyes blazing with a strange heat, "Go back."

Cas rises on unsteady, shivery legs. He nods at Dean and returns to his room. He feels too restless to go back to sleep. The stranger tremor in the pit of his stomach wasn't subsiding either.

Shame

Next door, Dean buried his head into his pillow. He should have locked the damned door. He should have used the bathroom. He should have.. Damnit.

Dean feels the hot burn of shame mixed with desire. Cas's sleep tousled hair, the concern written in his eyes, the sight of Cas kneeling on the floor rekindled his ardour. Later that night, after, he had never fallen asleep as fast or as deeply as he did then.

Objective

Dean knew he had failed everyone he loved. He knew he failed Cas more than once. Somehow, the sight of Cas, sleeping on the table lit by maps woke something fierce inside him. A yearning that atleast this time, he would protect Cas in the ways he couldn't when Cas was an angel.

Strength

"Stop the car!" Cas says sharply. Dean brakes suddenly and they lurch forward. Cas is out of the car and walking to the side of the road. Dean gets out and sees Cas kneeling by the road, carefully digging at a lone chrysanthemum plant. Cas cradles it carefully against his shirt. "Autumn will be here soon," is all he says. Dean rolls his eyes at him and finds an empty trash cover for him to carry it in. Cas smiles because the hardy plant reminds him of Dean and if he told Dean, he would simply brush it off with an eye roll.

This begins my daily post on Destiel. I'm new to the fanon. I'm still exploring the characters. Please let me know what you think! I've tried to weave together a story of how Destiel could happen when Cas is human too.

Love,

Elle