The Destiel thing I wrote for Emerald because she's my Gem.
First Destiel fic ever for me. Woohoo.
Looking like one is one thing, being one is another.
Everyone who had seen the dark-haired man with such a pretty face would agree; He was out of the ordinary. Something was off about him and this frustrated people; They couldn't quite put a finger on it. But it was also vaguely familiar. Calm and soothing, as if someone had put on a disc with relaxation music. Where he went, a tranquilising atmosphere followed. Whatever it was, it wasn't entirely human.
Maybe it was his expression when the handsome man with the delicate features next to him offered him a beer, maybe it was how he drank it; As if it was a sin.
Or maybe it was the puzzled look on his face whenever the case where someone mentioned something completely ordinary occured; As if it was something he'd never heard about.
Maybe it was how he never seemed to sleep or eat. To outsiders, this was rarely seen, or not seen, but once you got involved, you couldn't help but notice; As if he never did.
It was Dean who fixed this. The handsome man with the delicate features. He was the one to teach the dark-haired man with such a pretty face. Dean would smile, shake his head and encourage Castiel to drink the beer with such patience; As if he knew.
Dean was the one to explain what it meant; Whether it was a cartoon or music; Maybe he did know.
Dean was also he one to hand him a hamburger, fries or any other kind of 'healthy' nutrition. And oh, did he know.
Dean taught him small things. Small things that had never occured to Castiel to master; Heating something up in a microwave, making coffee, waiting in line in the grocery store and brushing your teeth. The last thing was what made Castiel always wonder about everything. Dean had taught him how to do it. It was fairly easy and would not take too much time compared to other human things.
But that was not how Castiel thought it was supposed to be. He thought it was a time to think and so he did. He could stand in front of a mirror, his eyes slightly squeezed as he brushed his teeth with the mint-flavoured toothpaste, gazing at his reflection. It made him wonder and only God and himself knew about what.
But it was Castiel who had come up with diaries. Dean had laughed at first but the dark-haired man with such a pretty face knew to convince him with puppy-like expressions. It reminded Dean of somebody that used to be so familiar. It stung him like a bee in the beginning but slowly, it became clear. He wrote every little thing down.
That's where it went wrong. It was Cas who discovered it. It was an angel that discovered it. Every kill, every loss, every scar, every day was written down in the simple book. The book with the dark-coloured leather skin, awaiting every streak of a pencil. Maybe Dean was done. Maybe carrying the world on his shoulders and all it's secrets and burdens ws too much. He had to fix it all.
But in the end, it was Castiel who fixed him and made Dean human again.