Destiel Fanfiction

Dean walked down the promenade, gazing out to the open ocean, spaced out before him, he watched the waves roll over and engulf the sandy shore. He stopped, and rested his head softly in his hands.

"Cas, where are you?" He mumbled.

This is six hundredth and forty seventh time he had said his name in two weeks, the last time he had seen the angel was in Detroit, they had been fighting some demons, Dean had been thrown on the floor his knife smashed out of his right hand which was bleeding, gushes of pure red blood oozing out, he was about to become some demon's pin cushion, as a man in his forties whipped out a silver blade and was about to plunge it into Deans chest when Castiel dived forwards and smutted the black soul back to the fires of Hell. Soon, all the demons were exorcised or dead, Dean placed his hand on Castiel's shoulder.

"Good work!" He laughed, Castiel couldn't help smiling; Dean's face was an invitation for happiness.

"Hey Cas I need to say something."

Dean was suddenly looking serious. Castiel took a sharp intake of the cool night air and tried to look as casual and relaxed as he could manage. He ran his skeletal fingers through his pure black hair and focused his pale blue eyes on Dean's emerald eyes. He wondered if this was it, if this was the moment that he had been anticipating, ever since he had met the dark stranger and pulled him out of perdition.

"Cas I-" Dean stopped, suddenly aware of a presence, as a life time of being a hunter, he knew when he was being watched. Castiel, grew impatient desperate to hear what Dean was about to say, he didn't notice the two angels hidden in the shadows, blade at hand.

Then it happened.

They burst put from the bushes, Dean was thrown back to the ground, he hit his head and the darkness consumed him, leaving the fading image of Castiel in his eyes...

Dean gripped the bar tight, the ocean was the same colour as Castiel's eyes, he never got to tell him. He gripped the bar tighter consumed with sorrow and regret, he gripped it so hard that his knuckles went white.

"Dam it Cas!" He yelled and kicked some rubbish on the floor, crying as he watched the empty cup be swallowed up by the ocean. He threw his sleeve across his face, and feeling embarrassed he remembered what gender he was. He was a man, and it was time to start acted like one, he took a deep breath and turned-

"Hello Dean." Castiel smiled, etched on his face was a thousand scars, his left eye was closed and blue, and he was bleeding from head to foot. Without saying anything he just grabbed hold of Dean and wrapped his arms around him, Dean did the same. " I have missed you man." He whispered into his ear. " Me too." Castiel replied.

"So what were you going to say to me?" Castiel wheezed, clutching his chest he withdrew from the warm embrace.

"I think you know." Dean smiled.