Just a little ficlet I wrote while I was cutting my hair. I was texting a friend of mine at the time and I just started picturing an Dean/Cas scenario and this came out of it. I need so much fluff after the season 6 finale... SO TAKE A LITTLE ANGST AND FLUFF.
"I changed Dean. I'm not the Castiel you used to know anymore, I'm stronger now, powerful"
"But, but I told you not to change, remember Cas? I asked you not change."
"It's too late now, Dean."
"Cas, please, get rid of these souls. They change you. You are not like this, please… do it for me."
"I do not take orders from you Dean, not anymore."
"Cas, please..."
"No. It's too late don't you understand that? Oh wait, you never understand. Every time I wanted to make you understand my actions you would just push me back into my own dark pit...even though the reason for my actions were you. It was always you."
"Cas, I-I-"
"What, Dean? You understand now? Finally?"
"Don't say that to me man, don't do that, not you..."
"I wish things were different Dean, I really do, but it's to late."
"Don't."
"Stay away from me Dean. Don't you dare going after me, don't fight my will, don't do anything against me or else I'll be forced to destroy you and everything you hold dear."
"Cas, don't you fucking do that to me dude, don't, coz I will chase you butt down and I will stop you, stop you from what you've become."
"And how do you think you are going to accomplish that plan?"
"This way..." Dean steps closer to Castiel, until he can feel his warm breath on the base of his neck. Castiel only stares at him, he stares into him, blue meeting green.
Dean shallows hard and deeply, he is going into a dark path, he was no idea what will come out of this, what will come out of his thoughtless idea.
"What are you waiting for?" Castiel's voice is soft now, like the old days.
So Dean kissed him. Dean kisses him recklessly. It's an angry and frustrated and impatience kiss but still so full of pure affection. Castiel shows no reaction to the kiss though, his face his hard as a cold stone, his lips don't move under Dean's.
Maybe it's true Dean starts to realize. Maybe it is to late, maybe his Cas is really gone, maybe those souls ate all his grade, all his being. Disturbing his complex thoughts a bright white light comes through his eyes, he quickly tries to open them but as quickly as he opened he closed them, the light was just to bright "Cas?" he calls.
In the middle of the silence Castiel's screaming comes through and that terrifies Dean, his body is starting to shake uncontrollably "Cas?" he cries for him again and the white light slowly is vanishing making Dean more confidante to try to open his eyes again.
He has no idea what he will see when he opens them, his mind is going wild, his body is not responding.
On the ground he sees the Castiel, his frickin' angel, the one who griped him tight and raised him from perdition, the person he was too afraid to loose.
"Dean..." the hunter quickly responds to the sound of the angel's voice and approaches him grabbing him by his wide shoulders. They face each other again, this time it feels different.
"I won't ever change again, Dean..." tears start filling Dean's eyes and Castiel noticing that opens his mouth to talk again, to comfort him.
"Just don't talk. Shut up." Dean interrupts him "This was all my fucking fault Cas..." he closes his eyes and pushes Castiel into his chest, holding him against him, against his heart that beats furiously.
"It was not your fault but mine..."