A/N: So this is just a little Destiel one-shot taking place between episodes 5.16 and 5.17 (Right after they found out God didn't care and right before Cas showed up completely smashed) Just something that popped into my head.. hope you like! This is my first Destiel fic.. o3o
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural!
Barely a day after the Winchesters had been to Heaven and back, they were already on another hunt. They had stopped in some random town, and Dean was heading back to their hotel room after a night at the local bar. He was nearing their door when he saw Castiel sitting on the curb near the parked Impala. The angel had his arms wrapped around his legs and looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown. Dean walked over and sat next to him, not saying anything. After a long moment of silence, Cas spoke.
"I just thought that He would care what happens. He brought me back..." Castiel paused to collect his thoughts, not knowing what he was trying to say, before continuing somewhat angrily, "and He taught us to love humans more than anything. Shouldn't He care what happens down here?" The distraught angel stared at his hands, the expression on his face a mix of confusion and irritation and sadness.
"Fathers aren't always as dependable as we assume them to be, Cas." Dean awkwardly patted Castiel's shoulder. "It's just how life is," he added, quietly.
Cas turned his intense stare on Dean, searching his eyes for something. The angel didn't seem to find whatever he was looking for, as he dropped his gaze a moment later. "There's no hope now. There's nothing left for us to do."
Dean grabbed his friend's shoulder, making him look up again, and stared right back at those bright blue eyes. After a few minutes of silence, Dean spoke, "We'll find another way. We always do." He didn't believe what he was saying, but hated to see the angel like this. Castiel shook his head ever so slightly, eyes shining with tears just waiting to spill out. "Don't cry, Cas," Dean said in a low voice before cupping Castiel's face in his hands. "We will find a way to stop the apocalypse," Dean leaned closer, his breath softly caressing Cas's face, "but if we don't, and we will, then we'll just have to make the best of whatever time we have left." He hesitated a second before lightly pressing his lips to the angel's, both pairs of eyes fluttered closed at the sudden display of affection. They stayed like that for a moment, and in that short moment it seemed like everything would be fine. The spell was broken when Dean pulled back and stood up. He walked around to the other side of the Impala, and opened the trunk to grab two beers. Castiel watched his every move intently, not knowing what to think about their little kiss, and not knowing what to say. When Dean sat back down, the trench coat clad man turned back to staring at his hands. Dean silently offered Cas a bottle.
Castiel looked at it warily and asked, "What's that for?" before taking it from him.
"It'll help, trust me." Dean screwed the top off of his, and took a large gulp.
Cas gave a slight shrug, and opened it easily. He hesitated a moment, looking at the label, before taking a swig. He downed the bottle quickly and was soon reaching for another, wondering how many it would take before it "helped".
A/N: I reread this a billion times, trying to get it just right. And every time that one paragraph got longer and longer... I hope that it's in character enough for you, and if you have any tips to make them more in character next time, tell me please!