My first published Destiel fic. I don't own Supernatural.
Wrote is in the dark while listening to Cassiel's Song by Nick Cave.
Castiel stared at the television for about an hour. Clicking back and forth through all the channels, Castiel sometimes enjoyed watching Dr. Sexy with Dean. The hunter would sit Castiel down and watch it with him, taking care to explain every reference that confused the angel. Explain the character dynamics, Dean would get very animated when talking about the show.
Castiel enjoyed sitting with Sam and Dean talking about television, he loved the attention Dean graced him with. Castiel asked questions and nodded when Dean talked in earnest about the shows. Castiel liked television because it was always happy endings and adventures and if it wasn't a happy ending he could switch over to something else.
Dean liked seeing Castiel happy, and Castiel in turn liked seeing Dean happy.
Castiel was watching some Korean soap opera when Dean stumbled into the dumpy motel room. Castiel watched as Dean shrugged off his leather jacket pulling his plaid button up off as well. If there was one thing Castiel was good at it was observing everything Dean Winchester did. From the sway of Dean's Castiel could pin point Dean emotion. One look into the hunter's eyes could tell Castiel everything.
"Had a good night, buddy?" Dean gave Castiel a fond smile.
"It was nice; I watched television and Sam taught me how to play cards."
Dean nodded and sat down on the bed next to Castiel; he exhaled deeply and rolled his shoulder. He rubbed his palms over his face, wiping away the tiredness and weariness his body was emitting.
"Glad you had fun Cas. Where's Sammy go?"
Castiel sighed, "He said he wanted to be alone for a while. I think he needs time to himself Dean. Sam told me about the year he had while we were stuck in Purgatory."
Dean tensed; he hadn't really forgiven Sam for abandoning him in Purgatory. Dean nodded as he rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb.
"Are you okay Dean?" Castiel's voice was close to Dean's cheek.
Dean had stopped warning Castiel about personal space; their time in Purgatory changed a lot of things between them.
"Dean, you seem distant. Is it…." Castiel paused, "Do we need to talk about Purgatory, what happened back there?"
"No Cas, I said everything I wanted to. We're good okay buddy? Don't worry about it." Dean smiled at the angel.
Dean ran his hand down Castiel's arm. It became a habit, touching Castiel; Dean couldn't help himself as times. He wanted to make sure Castiel was here, needed to have confirmation that Castiel wasn't going anywhere. Castiel was here to stay.
Threading his hands through Dean Castiel looked down at the entwined hands. He had no problem with Dean's need for intimate need to touch his body. From light caresses to full on hugging, Castiel relished in the moment Dean paid attention to him.
Shuffling into the bed Dean pulled Castiel to his body, He ran his hand down the angel's body all the while whispering apologies and sweet words. Dean wanted forgiveness when Castiel knew he'd only cause Dean more pain.
"Dean…" Castiel moaned breathlessly and his pulse quickened with each shaky words he spoke.
"Dean… it's okay."
"No it isn't Cas. It's not okay…. I'm not okay." Dean whispered into Castiel's ear. His voice sent small tremors through his body.
Dean clutched at Castiel's shoulder and the angel gave in and held the hunter close letting his body provide comfort for Dean.
They laid on the bed in each others arms as the day faded and night came upon them. Dean missed Castiel and Castiel missed Dean. Both relied on each other and both needed each other.
Dean fell asleep in the angel's arms.