I needed to get out some Destiel after rewatching every single season. So I wrote this. Not sure what to think about it quite yet, but please do review. Read on.
Profound Bond
It went beyond lust.
It went beyond even love.
It was rapture.
The way the inhumanly blue eyes stared at Dean like the angel could see his soul, which was probably true, seeing as the angel dragged his soul from Hell.
The head tilt signifying the angel's confusion at a pop culture reference.
That dirty damn trenchcoat that Dean kept in the trunk of his beloved car for far too long.
It was euphoria.
Every time skin touched skin, whether is be hand to arm or most frequently, fingers to forehead, the tingles sent up Dean's veins was euphoric. Pure otherworldly delirium.
It was so unmitigated that Dean went out of his way to feel that touch, that narcotic feeling rushing through his veins straight to his animating principle.
That's when Dean knew.
That's when he knew he was incalculably, incredibly in love with Castiel, Angel of the Lord.
And that terrified Dean.
What if, just like every other good thing he's been given, he fucks it up? What if he loses the only good God-forsaken thing in his life?
He's lost first his mom, then dad, Sammy and Bobby. Hell, he's even lost himself once or twice.
But he can't lose Castiel.
He can't lose his best friend.
He can't lose the only pure thing left in his life.
He needed it. He needed the feeling of Cas' body under his, desiring Dean's touch, loving Dean's touch, his chapped lips rubbing against Dean's.
But it went beyond lustful need. It was a soulful need.
He need Castiel. He needed every part of him.
Dean knew it was as blasphemous as you could get, loving an Angel of the Lord. Loving God's most fearful weapon, turning him human, one pop culture reference at a time.
But he can't find it in himself to care.
And one day, sensing Cas' cerulean gaze on him, he knew Cas didn't care either.
"Hello Dean," the gravelly voice rasped.
"Cas, what do you want?" Dean was far into his own sepulchral musings to listen to Cas' reports on whatever laborious case they were on now.
He looked up just in time to see Cas' famous (to everyone that knew the angel, that it) head tilt, indicating that he didn't understand what he did wrong.
That's what really sent Dean over the edge, seeing that reminder of his innocent little angel.
He grabbed the lapels of Cas' trenchcoat, and kissed him on his mouth. Cas opened his mouth in surprise and then seemed to awaken from his surprised stupor and kissed Dean back franticly.
That's when Dean knew his love wasn't unrequited.
That's when he knew that Cas loved his stupid pathetic broken soul, just as much as Dean loved Cas' perfect angelic one.
They would be okay. They would survive together.
Fallen angel and broken hunter.
They shared more than lust, and they did quite share PLENTY of that.
They shared a bound, a bond so profound that it could only have been made in Heaven.
Nothing could bring their emerald and cerulean gaze from meeting.
Not even Sam bitching and bragging about how he "knew that their eye-fucking was serious blah blah blah"
Cas would never let Dean break, just like Dean would never let Castiel succumb into the guilt of playing God.
They loved with a love like the world could end any minute. Because honestly, it could.
And having each other, it meant that it didn't matter.
If they died, if the apocalypse arrived once again, it wouldn't matter.
Because Dean has Sam and Castiel. Cas had Sam and Dean.
They had their own family, as pathetic as it may seem to others, it was perfect for all of them.
Team Free Will.
They has each other.
Just as it was meant to be.
