Search for the bunker
-Destiel fluff for thegeekwonder :p
Here Castiel was, on the ground, he had lost all that he was, all that defined him, oh, and he lost his grace too. He rose to his feet, now merely a man, he began to walk. One foot in front of another, over and over and over and over, it was monotonous but it was worth it, where he was going, he had to make it. He finally reached a road, and continued down it. After quite a bit more of walking, a car appeared in his sight, off in the distance. It reached him, and Castiel stuck out his thumb like he'd seen in a movie, he turned it upside down so that his thumb was facing the ground, he hadn't had much experience hitchhiking. Eventually, a light green smart car reached Castiel, and began to slow. A voice reached him from the car, "Hey buddy, need a ride?"
Castiel responded, "I am in need of transportation." The car stopped and Castiel opened the small door, there was not much room inside, but Castiel found a way to fit in. Castiel glanced over to look at the driver, his black hair dangled over his right eye, a scarf wrapped around his neck and plaid decorated his torso.
"Hi there, I'm Sam," the driver extended his left hand toward castiel, while keeping his other hand on the wheel as they pulled back into the road.
Castiel quickly replied, "Sam Winchester? Take me to dean!"
"Dude, nah, Redunski, nice trench coat" Sam returned.
"I apologize, I am Castiel," he reached out his hand toward Sam, he grasped it, and they shook hands. Sam asked him where he was going, Castiel had approximate knowledge as to where Sam and Dean Winchester's hide out was, and informed the fellow behind the wheel as best he could, the man talked about how he had nowhere to be, just driving around, looking for the right music, the right reason to stop. Then Castiel interrupted, "Wouldn't the right reason be to obey traffic laws?"
Sam laughed, "you're something else man, hey, can you get my ipod out of the glove box?" Castiel pulled open the small compartment, and a small device he could not identify fell on to the floor of the car, he handed it to the man. He plugged it in and music began to play, "you like Mumford and Sons?"
They drove on, stopping every so often to get some gas or a burger, it annoyed him, how often he had to consume food now, back when he was an angel, just give him a tablet and he wouldn't be hungry for days. All of it was bothersome, and annoying, but it was worth it. Finally, after days of driving, and even more time of looking for it, they found the bunker.
"Thank you," Castiel said as he stepped out of the tiny vehicle for the last time.
"No prob bob," Sam yelled as he drove away. Castiel had finally made it, after all this time, he was close to what he had been looking for; the loss of this meant more to him than the loss of his essence. Castiel struggled with the door until it unlatched and opened; a loud buzzer began to pierce his eardrums, he heard footsteps approaching, and he reached into his jacket pocket and readied himself the arch angel blade gleamed, and he was ready. Sam and Dean held pistols as they sprinted toward him, but they did not raise them, "Cas?" Sam questioned.
"Cas!" Dean yelled.
"Dean," Castiel sprinted toward Dean, dropped the angel blade and wrapped his arms around him and pressed his lips up against Dean's, Dean did not resist, instead, he pulled Castiel closer and kissed him right back.