A/N: These are a compilation of one-shots that are how I depict the series finale (in some cases, season finales) of Supernatural. Naturally, these one-shots will mostly contain some form of Destiel (whether just hinting/being real subtle unlike the show or explicit fluff, but no smut. Sorry.). If there are spoilers, the episode(s) which is/are being spoiled will be listed.
Enjoy!
Spoilers for Episode 9x22! "Stairway to Heaven"
Dean was growling. Growling.
The slash that crossed Gadreel's chest was emitting a bright blue-white light. When it faded a short moment later, blood starting slowly flowing from the large (and rather deep) wound. Castiel and Sam were having a hard time holding Dean back so he wouldn't kill Gadreel.
The angel couldn't die. Not yet... Not yet.
Dean wouldn't let go of the Blade. His hand just tightened around the handle.
It had taken hours, but Castiel was finally able to knock Dean our using his two-fingers-to-the-forehead trick. Sam helped him drag Dean's limp body into the bunker's Dungeon. Sam ran off after, leaving to tend to Gadreel's wound. Castiel waited in the room for Dean to awake.
Hours had passed, and Dean had finally woken up. The first thing he noticed was the Blade that was missing from his hand. He looked at Castiel who was leaning against the door.
"Where is it?" Dean demanded, standing up. He took a few steps towards the angel.
"I won't tell you, Dean." Castiel replied. Dean scowled.
"Why?"
"Because, Dean... You've changed. The Blade, it's changed you. You might not be able to tell, but... Sam and I have both noticed. If you get a hold of it again, who knows what you'll do next." Castiel explained, looking up at the hunter warily. "It's for your own good, Dean."
Dean looked down at the ground, his eyes darting to different patches of cement. "How have I changed?"
Castiel's eyebrows furrowed. "Don't you notice?"
Dean shook his head.
"You're... More energetic, or amped up, I guess. You're more aggressive, violent... You need to kill." Castiel replied. Dean looked back at him, his green eyes staring into Castiel's blue ones.
"So?" He simply asked, shrugging slightly. Castiel's expression was now grave.
"You're becoming... Remember when Sam was high off of demon blood? You needed to lock him in the panic room for a few days, remember? That's what you're becoming. But—but Sam and I—W-we're worried that you won't be able to detox it like he did. You'll need to slowly lower the amount of times you use it... Hold it."
Dean's eyes widened. He wasn't a freak like his brother—he didn't have demon blood! He wasn't a monster! He had a soul! Sam, on the other hand? Well...
Castiel shook his head. He took a step closer to Dean, leaving a few inches of space between their two bodies. "Dean, I hate having to do this. Trust me. But we don't have another choice."
Dean's body wouldn't move. He was frozen in place like a marble statue.
"Dean? Are you listening? Dean?"
Nothing.
"Dean, answer me. Dean, seriously, this isn't funny. Stop. Say something."
Silence.
Castiel closed his eyes, silently praying in his head to his—probably—dead Father. He didn't move when he felt a hand cup his neck. Didn't move when he felt athumb press against the hollow of his neck. Didn't move when that thumb left, and could hear Dean moving to pick up the Blade.
His breathing stopped as he heard Dean slowly taking cautious steps towards him. He opened his eyes when Dean stopped in front of him, watched him throw the Blade across the small room. Castiel furrowed his brow when he felt Dean's arms wrap tightly around his torso. He could feel Dean nuzzle his forehead against the space between his shoulder and his neck, feeling the hunter's hot breath come out in ragged sequences—almost like he was choking—against Castiel's clothed chest. His body was pressed tightly against Dean's, and he wrapped his arms around Dean's own waist, the bottom of his chin resting on Dean's shoulder, a confused look on his face.
"Cas..." Dean breathed out, his voice grainy and sounding as if he were choking back sobs. "I-I'm sorry, Cas—I-Ahime so, so sorry..."
"Dean." Castiel's hand fisted the sides of Dean's cargo jacket, and he pulled away as much as he could while still in the hunter's embrace. He laid a hand softly on his cheek. His eyes searched Dean's, but just for a moment.
Dean's lips softly pressed against his, and his head started to spin. The warmth left after a minute, and Dean's forehead rested against his, a pained expression on the hunter's face. Dean harshly bit his bottom lip.
"Dean..."
"Damn it." Dean muttered, pulling himself away. He turned his back to Castiel. "I knew I shouldn't have done that."
The hunter felt a hand calmly and gently lay against his shoulder.
"What's wrong, Dean?"
"I... That was the worst, thing I could do. Go and almost kill your brother and then try to..." He trailed off, looking up at the ceiling for a minute before turning his head to the side, his eyes glancing at Castiel through the corners.
"What makes you think I'm mad at you?" Castiel asked, genuinely confused. Dean turned around fully this time.
"Gadreel could be dead right now because of me and I go and kiss you. Why wouldn't you be pissed off?" Castiel tilted his head as Dean's question ran through his mind.
"Because he did betray you. I do not know what to make of his appearance, but if he is dead..."
"You'll—"
"I won't care." Castiel interrupted. Dean looked confused now.
"You're telling me that you won't care if your brother's dead because he betrayed me?"
"He also betrayed Sam, Kevin, and me. He's betrayed more than just a single person, Dean."
"Still, though. I shouldn't have—" He was cut off by Castiel' lips placing themselves on his.
When Castiel pulled away, they heard a knock on the door to the room. Sam walked in a minute later.
Bitch face number twelve.
"Well, Dean, you're damn lucky he's still alive. Good thing you didn't stab him, huh?" Sam asked sarcastically. Dean rolled his eyes.
"I wouldn't care if I did anyway." He looked at Castiel with a longing expression. Castiel giving him a knowing look. Dean smirked and Castiel full-out smiled—for once.