Hey guys! After reading Destiel fnfics, I really wanted to write some. So, I wrote this a few weeks ago. My mom thinks I'm, like, crazy for shipping them, but, like I said, "Whatever!"
My parents have been watching Supernatural for nine years, ever since the show started in 2005. So, basically, since I was four then, I grew up with SN in the background. I used to make fun of it- and my parents for watching it- but then, when I turned twelve-ish, I started to like it more, sooo...I asked Dad what he thought about Destiel. His reply?
"Um...what?" I really think- according to Mom, anyway- he just doesn't want to talk about gays yet. (Ugh!) But then again, Dean is a womanizer, so, I guess it is hard to believe. But hey, some "sick person"- as Mom put it- thought of them way before me, so!
"Cas!" Dean yelled as he watched the fallen angel gasp and grab at his side.
Dean looked for the demon that had hurt Cas and killed it, stabbing it with his dagger. Where the heck was Sam when you needed him?! Dean ran to Cas as fast as he could and grabbed his hand, trying to contain his anger, an act that surprised them both.
"Cas," Dean whispered, pulling out some suppliers from his black bag, eyes on Cas. He tried to clean up the angel but Cas pushed him away.
"No," he said hoarsely. "Dean...poison...weakens angels...I'm- I'm dying, Dean."
"No!" Dean yelled, his vision getting blurry. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand in surprise, pushing back the tears.
"Yes," Cas told him calmly, irking Dean.
"Cas, I..."
"I'm sorry, Dean."
"For what?"
"For not...telling you..."
"Telling me what? Cas! CAS! No!" Dean shook Cas.
"Cas, I love you!"
The angel smiled, his eyes saying, I love you too.
"I...love..you..." Cas's voice stopped slowly, still calm.
"No! CASTIEL! Castiel! Please." Dean's voice broke. Darnit, he thought. I'm not this week, I...
A few feet away, Cas's ghost smiled.
"Oh Cas, I'm so, so sorry. I never got to say goodbye."
It was weird seeing this broken down Dean, instead of the tough-don't-give-me-nonsense-jerk! Dean.
Not goodbye, Castiel's ghost thought, but farewell.
"I love you too, Dean Winchester," Cas whispered softly.
Dean looked up for a second. "I heard- Cas- I thought-" he said to himself.
Cas smiled, only a few tears in his eyes (and he never shed tears) as he said softly, "We will meet again, Dean. In heaven. Soon."
H heard Dean catch his breath. "Again. We'll meet again," Dean repeated. And Dean Winchester was sure Castiel was there, watching him, smile on his face.
Castiel gave a small laugh, looking back only once before he disappeared, with only one word, a whisper, two syllables.
"Farewell."
Okay, I actually really like my life (sort of, not really) so please spare me from your killings. I know, this is so sad and I just killed off a huge part of Destiel. Sorry. Except, not really. Just go hunt with Dean, let it go!
If you're also a TMI (the Mortal Instruments) fan, please check out my other stories. I also write for PJO, KC, HP, and T39C, etc. I noticed a LOT of TMI fans love SN, and really, the fandoms are SO freaking alike.
Enjoy!
Review, please, or fear for your life! ;)
Love you all,
~Linds.