This fanfiction was inspired from a Destiel one-shot I read, so if the other finds this, I apologise now for kinda copying your idea. This takes place after the season 8 finale, when Cas becomes human. Hate on me if you wish, but I find this is how I can best portray how I would feel if I was Cas. If you want more one-shots (Although this may not be a one-shot) then just tell me (if anyone even reads this), and I hope you enjoy.
Wincing as I felt the cold, lifeless blade slide across my skin, I was able to forget all pain and guilt as the blood seeped out. Thank goodness Tameka keeps a supply of razors, even though she uses them for different purposes. Hopefully she doesn't question where her last one went. I thought. Sliding the blade across my arm a few more times before there was a knock at the door "Cas, you need to come down, Tameka made some hot apple pie and wants us to try some. Cas, come on man, what's wrong?" "Nothing, I'll be down in a minute." Hearing Dean's footsteps fade, I quickly hid the razor in my sweatpants and double-checked the bleeding had stopped before pulling the sleeves of a long-sleeved AC/DC shirt that Dean had given me, then proceeded to put on my trench coat.
"Tameka, this is amazing. I didn't even know you could make such an amazing pie. Cas, what about you, you've barely touched it." Tameka glanced over at me, and probably took note of what Dean had said. "Yeah, Ummm it's perfectly delish as then young people of today say; I'm just not that hungry." "Okay. Cas, I know that act, I pulled it on my friends and family too, so if you need anything, just tell me. Now I'm going upstairs to have a shower." The bathroom door closed and I thought I was safe and could go back to my room and slice away the pain but my thoughts were interrupted by a sudden "Son of a bitch!" followed by Tameka bouncing down the stairs. "Which one of you boys stole my last razor?" She asked. "Oh shit." I muttered only loud enough for me to hear. "Tameka, calm down, surely you used them all, or lost them, seems that every time you go to shave, you're either missing a razor from the last time you counted or you're out. Besides that, what would Sam, Cas or I want with your razors?" Dean asked. I noticed Tameka's eyes fell on me, but they quickly left. "I guess you're right. Guess I'll have to wait. If you boys need me, I'll be in the shower." Phew. Getting up to put my plate in the kitchen, Dean told Sam to give him a minute. "Hang on, Cas, why is your arm bleeding, or, why is their blood on your trench coat?" Sam asked, meaning from both brothers I received a glance of concern. "Oh, I… uh… can't seem to get that stain out, but I'll… I'll keep trying." After placing my plate in the sink, I bolted up the stairs and ran to my room.
Okay. It's been decided. This isn't going to be a one-shot. Hope you liked it.