A/N: Wrote this at school today :) its akward when your friends want to know what you're writing... Anyway sorry for anything OOC Dominant!Cas plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone. Oh and this is my first Destiel fic! :D please review
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters
A Sinner's Nightmare and an Angel's Comfort
"Cas! No, Cas!" Dean screamed. The angel was dying right in front of him and there was nothing he could do about it. He yanked and yanked at his restrictors but couldn't get free. What was holding him anyway? Dean didn't see anything so why can't he get free? The blood covered angel took one last look at him with tears in his eyes before whispering, "Sorry Dean." And falling to the ground lifeless. "Cas!" Dean screamed again before jolting up in bed with a gasp.
Good, it was just a nightmare. Dean looked up and saw the one and only trench coat clad angel staring at him looking puzzled. "Dean, are you alright? You were screaming my name." Dean got out of bed and hugged Cas. "It was just a nightmare." "Do you want to talk about it?" Truthfully, he did not want to talk about it but having the angel in front of him was settling the terrifying thought of him being dead so he sat on the bed and opened up. "You died Cas. In my dream, you died because I couldn't save you" he looked down at the bed. "Dean, do you love me?" Cas asked randomly after a pause. What?! "I, uh, I, only like a brother." Dean lied. The angel took a step closer and tilted his head to the side a little. "Dean, are you lying to me?" "No." Cas walked up to Dean and grabbed his shirt. Dean's mind was going a million miles an hour as was his heart. His eyes flicked from lips to beautiful blue eyes to lips again. "Dean, you know I don't like being lied to." Dean said a mental "fuck it" and closed the gap between their mouths. Cas responded immediately and opened his mouth more to give Dean's tongue all access.
Somehow, Dean ended up with a naked from the waist up Castiel straddling him. Not long after that his shirt met the same fate on the ground. The last complete thought Dean had that night was, "Thank God for sexy angels and little brothers who like to go to bars."