I shouldn't really be publishing - to anyone who has read/is reading my current works, I apolagise profusely. This is only a one-shot, here to (attempt to) calm my desperate, fangirling mind (and failing. Wouldn't mind this happening, though). This is based on a promo for 7x17 (EEEEEEEEK) and so will probably be entirely different to anything that actually happens (because, if I had my way, they'd have kissed on screen by now anyway)
I have no idea how OOC these characters are, I've done my best, but no promises.
He stopped him in his tracks by pushing him back with one hand on his chest.
"Dean," he said softly, moving round so he was directly in front of the hunter, "am I Cas?"
Dean froze, his eyes widening slightly as the meaning of the words finally sunk in, settling deep in his soul. Numbly, he nodded.
Cas looked thoughtful, almost sad for a second. "I don't remember you." It was a simple statement of fact, something that Dean already new, but it was such a very Cas-like thing to say that the hunter felt the last remnants of his heart begin to break, tearing away into nothingness.
"I-" he cut himself off, his green eyes boring straight into Cas' blue ones. And he realised something, right there, eyes connected the way they always had been, the connection going much deeper that the physical; Cas was stood in front of him, innocent and naïve, the same Cas he'd met those few years ago, before everything had fallen to shit.
"Cas…" he said softly, realising as he stepped forwards that they were both beyond words now.
Castiel made a small sound of surprise when their lips connected, his eyes still staring straight into Dean's, wide and shocked. The hunter ran his tongue over Cas' bottom lip and the man, no, angel instinctively obliged, and then they were kissing, really kissing, making out like teenagers. Cas brought one hand up and grabbed Dean's shirt loosely as the hunter ran his fingers through the angel's dark hair, feeling a tear slip free and not caring in the slightest.
He's never going to forget the slight whimper of disappointment Cas made when he pulled away.
"I-I," Cas stuttered, his hot breath mingling with Dean's in the space between them that suddenly seemed all too big.
"Dean…" the angel whispered, eyes wide, "I-I… you-"
"What is it, Cas?"
"I remember-"
"You remember‽" Dean could feel his heart rate pick up; well, more than it had done already, and felt a tiny spark of hope flair into life in his chest.
"Not really," just like that, it was gone, snuffed out. It took a second for Dean to realise the angel was shaking slightly. "I remember hell, Dean." His eyes were slightly glassy as the memory bombarded him, and God did Dean know how that must be to remember. "I remember you, your soul. I just, I just…" he trailed, eyes lowering to the ground for the first time since they had first connected.
"Cas," Dean said softly, "Cas, look at me. Dammit, Cas!" Finally, the angel's eyes raised to his own, unshed tears clean, and his voice cracked when he spoke.
"I'm sorry, Dean," he murmured. "For everything."
And Dean pulled the angel in to meet him half way. The kiss was not what he was used too; soft and kind. Not needy, not desperate; a comforting kiss. And if felt right.
You know, I actually don't really remember writing this; I got so absorbed. Ah well...
Please review :P Flames will be used to toast any angel who gets in the way of Destiel.