So Destiel is my favorite pairing, and I got inspired to write this oneshot. Hope y'all like it!
Flashback
"I need you Cas," Dean had said earlier in the evening, "Please."
His eyes pleaded with those of the angel in front of him.
Castiel was conflicted at the admission. He loved his father and he would stay by his side if he needed to, but his human emotions were getting the better of him.
"What you're asking, it's…" The angel trailed off and looked at the ground.
"What?" Dean demanded his anger and hurt rising to the surface.
"I can't!" Castiel said, finality in his tone, "I'm sorry."
The angel walked off, leaving Dean with his thoughts and emotions.
Now
Dean pulled up to the motel in the Impala after the meeting with the angel. Sighing, he stepped out of the car, rain pouring down, and walked to his motel room that he was sharing with Sam.
The first thing he noticed upon opening the door, was that Sam was not there. There was a note on the table by the phone that was scribbled in his little brother's handwriting. He sighed in relief and peeled his soaked t-shirt off. A shower was what he needed after the night he had.
The hot water felt good flowing over his skin, turning it a light shade of pink in the process. Even though life on the road was hell, he reveled in these times that he had to himself where he could enjoy what he had at the moment.
Turning the water off and draping a towel around his waist, he pulled on a pair of boxers and an old t-shirt that he would most likely wear tomorrow as well. He ran the towel through his hair, drying the excess water and then he ran his hands through his still-soaked hair.
He was tired, he was hurt; emotionally and physically and the cold, unfamiliar bed of the crappy motel called out to him. He flopped down on his side, his eyes remaining open, threatening to leak tears. He willed his mind to think of something other than that damn angel.
He almost succeeded in changing his thoughts, until he heard the rustling of bed sheets and felt the bed dip down. He jerked up and turned around to see Castiel sitting on the edge of the Queen Sized bed.
"Fuck Cas!" He yelled, angrily.
Cas kept quiet and just looked around the room, his innocent blue eyes finally locking on Dean's deep green ones.
"What are you doing here, Cas?" he asked, pushing the cover off of him, getting ready to push himself up. Castiel didn't speak; he just turned his head and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry." He said, repeating the two words that he told Dean during their earlier conversation.
Dean snorted. "What are you doing here, Cas?" he repeated, his tone much more annoyed than before. Castiel locked eyes with the hunter once more and reached out to him. Before Dean could protest, soft lips were moving against his rough ones as Cas kissed him.
It took a minute for Dean to figure out what was happening, but when his mind did come back to him, he pushed the angel away. "You said it yourself," he grunted, pushing himself off the bed, "You can't." He walked to the bathroom leaving Castiel to hang his head in defeat. When he came back, the angel was gone, a silver feather left in the place he once sat.
Dean picked up the feather and examined it. He knew Castiel left it for him. He sighed and placed it gently on the nightstand of the motel and drifted into an uncomfortable sleep, his dreams projecting his time in Hell against his will.
Only one thing could cure him. But he didn't want to. And that's when his dreams went black.
This isn't going to be a oneshot :P Seriously, I can't leave you guys hanging there. I'll probably do like 2 or 3 chapters!
