Summary: Cas wants to talk about what happened in Purgatory. Dean doesn't. Destiel.
Rated: T
Taken from my tumblr, someottersmarryhedgehogs. There were some pretty appropriate gifs to go along with it, alas, you only get the ficlet. Enjoy!
"Dean, about what happened in Purgatory-"
"We don't have to talk about that."
Dean turned his back on Cas, leaning against the sink for support. Sam was asleep in the other room, the small apartment he had been living in for several months completely dark. Cas walked forward silently.
"Are we supposed to act like it never happened?"
"Yeah, why the hell not?"
"I can't do that."
Dean turned around to face Cas and sucked in a deep breath.
"I can't… I can't be that, Cas. Not here."
"It was fine in Purgatory, but wrong here? Why, Dean?"
"Because I'm a hunter, dammit!" Dean slammed his fist on the counter, momentarily forgetting that Sam was asleep. "Hunters aren't supposed to bethat! In Purgatory, we were just-"
"Ourselves," Cas cut in, stepping so close that mere inches stood between them. "We stayed true to ourselves and did what made us happy, as happy as we could be in there. Doesn't your happiness matter anymore?"
"Not up here. I'm sorry, Cas."
Cas looked down at the floor for several seconds before he spun on his heel and headed for the door. Hand on the knob, he turned back to Dean slowly. His eyes were open to Dean, filled with sadness and anger…and heartbreak.
"No, I'm sorry, Dean," he whispered, voice shaking. "You were my first. Glad to see it meant so much to you."
He was gone before Dean could even blink. Dean leaned back against the sink and let the tears fall from his eyes, knowing he'd screwed up again.
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