General disclaimer and shit apply. Warnings will be issued before a chapter that contains explicit sexual scenes.
So I'm been a fan of Supernatural for many, many years now so I've decided to make a series of one-shots of my favorite canonly-uncanon couple; Destiel. Keep in mind I haven't written literally anything about anything in years so I'm super rusty. These are all mostly first drafts, so please bear with me lol.
Sam had spent few a month now trying to figure out how to get Castiel to become an angel again. He wasn't really getting anywhere. Dean caught whiff of a case where people had gone missing off a hiking trail in West Virginia.
"Let me come with you, Dean." The angel-turned-man pleaded, gripping the hunter's shirt.
Dean shook his head regretfully, breaking free of his grip "You don't know how to hunt well enough yet, I can't take that risk."
"We've hunted many things together over the years, I think I know what I'm doing." He glared. With somewhat of a juvenile huff, he sat down on the edge of the table Sam was sitting at.
He slung his duffle bag over his shoulder, running his fingers through his hair out of frustration as his tone rose "Look, Cass, I said no. You've lost your powers and I need someone to stay behind and take care of Sammy while he's out of commission."
"We're human too, Dean." Sam interjected, coming to the former angel's defense "And besides, I'd feel better if you didn't go alone. Its just a dislocated shoulder, I promise I won't go out on my own until you're back."
The older hunter drew a sigh of discomfort as both men puppy-eyed him, he hated it when they did that. He found himself stuck as his eyes met Castiel's, his getting lost in his deep blue eyes for more than just a moment before dropping his gaze to the floor. "Fine, just don't screw up, I don't need to add saving your ass to my to-do list."
Castiel smiled ear-to-ear as he jumped off the table "Okay, let's go then."
Dean sighed again looking him up and down, he dropped his bag. "Slacks and dress shoes aren't gonna do you any favors where we're going, Cass."
"Do you want me to drive?" he looked up at Dean, the hunter was looking a little run down.
"No one drives Baby but me."
Castiel scoffed, "But Sam driv-"
"And Sam." Dean snapped, clearing beginning to lose his patience.
The former angel huffed; Dean was a little colder to him today than usual and it was just a little and his attitude was wearing on him "Dean?"
Dean glanced over at the other male, once again giving him a brief up and down. He looked appealing in Dean's old clothes, back at the bunker when he came back out of his room wearing a black band tee and jeans with a pair of boots. It suited him, surprisingly. He smirked to himself; the blood red 'Black Sabbath' scrawled across his shirt was so ironic it was kind of sexy. He cleared his throat, realizing he was taking too long to answer "What."
Castiel just glanced at him and shook his head, he didn't feel like dealing with Dean's attitude anymore. "Never mind."
"What d'ya want, Cass? You know I hate it when you do that." He raised his voice a little.
"You're being belligerent for no reason. All day you've treated me poorly, so I think its best to not speak to each other unless its hunt related." He grumbled, closing his eyes and sliding down the seat a little.
He chewed on the inside of his mouth, taking in his friend's words "…Yeah okay." He knew Castiel was right, he was being an asshole. He got like that when he felt pressured or worried, he didn't understand why he got so mad. The car pulled to a stop at a red light. He chewed at his lip, glancing back over to the sleeping hunter. Now that he wasn't an angel anymore, the hunter had started struggling with his hidden feelings for him. He knew they were there; he just chose not to acknowledge them. Sometimes though, like right now, he'd sit and ponder why he wanted him. Dean snapped out of his reverie when a car behind them beeped their horn, he wondered how long the light had been green as he hit the gas.
Castiel felt the car come to a halt, his eyes fluttered opened and he yawned. The sun was starting to go down already.
Dean killed the engine, watching the other hunter let out a prolonged stretch. "Let's get this over with."
He nodded and stepped out of the car. "What did you say we're hunting?" he asked, watching Dean search through his trunk for weapons.
The taller hunter squinted his eyes, throwing him a gun. "So you begged to come here to hunt this thing with me but you weren't even listening to what I said it was?" he rolled his eyes as soon as the other started to stammer "Right. Well, we didn't have much to go on, but due to the nature of the disappearances, I'd say it's either a werewolf, vamp, or ghost… It's the woods, there are a lot of things it could be."
The shorter male nodded watching Dean load up on…well everything "So we're going in blind?"
"We're just checking it out. We'll get a room in town after this." He said, slamming the trunk, and a backpack of supplies over his shoulder. He noticed a little hatchback parked off to the side of the gravel parking lot, he pressed his palm to the hood. It was ice cold, he pumped his shotgun and said, "Let's hurry, they might still be live."
They walked up the winding trail for well over an hour with no sign of life. Since Castiel hadn't been human for very long yet the fatigue of hiking started to set in. He crouched down to the ground, taking deep breaths.
"Maybe you should go back to the car." The other male suggested, turning on his flashlight. "I can do this on my own."
"N-no, I just need a second." He said, watching as his friend kept walking. Just then a strained scream sounded off the trail somewhere, the Winchester immediately darted off in that direction. "Dean!" Castiel scrambled back to his feet and chased after the other as fast as his feet could carry him. Tripping on limbs and rocks as he followed the direction of Dean's flashlight.
He stopped running, his adrenaline in full swing now "It came from this direction didn't it?!"
Castiel stopped next to the other male, pulling his handgun out of his waistband. A bad feeling lingered in his gut, and just as he looked up something large fell from above. He pushed Dean out of the way as he shouted his name again.
Dean hit the ground hard and instantly jumped to his feet. It was a man; his chest was a bloody mess. He coughed, spirting a little bit of blood as he spoke with a trembling voice "I tried to kill it…the thing that killed my brother."
The former angel dropped to his knees, trying to assess his injuries.
The man grabbed Castiel's hand, as he continued; "I got away the first time. -I shouldn't have left him, I heard him screaming for my help…"
Dean watched the man's chest stop heaving and small clouds of breath no longer escaped his lips. "Come on, Cass," he said pulling him to his feet as they heard a loud swooping sound accompanied by a powerful gust of wind. The creature landed about fifteen feet in front of them, perching itself on a decaying tree trunk. It was large, probably around seven feet tall, with even bigger wings. It lifted its head revealing red glowing eyes just before charging them. "Shit!" Dean said, firing two salt rounds into it without effect.
Both men drop on the ground, Castiel fired off half a clip of silver bullets at it and as it turned around mid-air, still unaffected.
"Cass, run!" Dean yanked the former angel back to his feet, pulling him with him as he started to retreat.
They ran as fast as they could, trying to stay as close to large trees as they could. Castiel could see the woods begin to break, the impala wasn't much further. Suddenly a loud snap and a searing pain ripped through his left leg, he fell to the ground yelling out in agony.
Dean rushed to his friend's side just as the monster swooped again. He grabbed the last item out of his backpack. A flare, just in case they got separated, it was easier to see. He pulled the tab, igniting a bright red light. The creature let out a piercingly loud screech and flew off deeper back into the woods. He immediately dropped it and tended to his friend. He'd stepped in a bear trap. "Okay, Cass, I'm gonna open the trap, don't move or you'll damage your leg more." Dean said, looked up into the other's eyes momentarily before pulling the metal teeth wide apart.
He cried out again as the trap's teeth pulled out of his flesh and muscle, digging his fingers into the dirt in hopes of finding some comfort.
The older of the Winchester brothers used his foot to hold a side of it open while he removed the shorter male's leg. He quickly pressed his shotgun parallel to Castiel's leg and wrapped his flannel around them to hold it in place. He slung the other's arm around his shoulders and lifted him up, helping him walk.
"You were right, Dean." He panted, grimacing from the pain "I wasn't much help."
"I woulda been crushed if you didn't push me earlier," he corrected him as he opened the passenger side door "that's plenty helpful, Cass."
After fifteen or so minutes they reached a motel, he found a spot and threw his shifter in park, "So any idea what the hell that was?"
He began to shake his head when a certain memory popped in his head "Back in the nineteen-sixties, I started hearing mortal whispers of a creature called a mothman. I think it fits the descriptions."
"Cass, that's gotta be it…the 'Lucifer' eyes, wings, the area it hunts…" He smacked his steering wheel with enthusiasm "So what kills it?"
"No one has killed one that I know of." He said, rubbing his chin "But it didn't seem to like your flare and seeing as how some of the hikers went missing during the day, I would assume it's not a big fan of fire."
"Let's light this son of a bitch up then." He said cockily getting out of the car and making his way to the former angel's side of the car "Wait here, I'll get a room."
He opened the door, looking around the sleezy looking by-the hour place. The man behind the counter looked up from his phone.
"I'm gonna need a room for the night. Two beds." He said as he pulled out his wallet.
The man let out of chortle, replying with a thick southern accent "Boy, we ain't got rooms like that."
Dean clicked his tongue, sliding his card across the counter "…Okay, two rooms then."
"I need two different payments for it, one card can't be scanned twice. Payment might bounce and we won't know till ya leave." He said, swiping the card.
"B-but that's all I have." He looked in his otherwise empty wallet. He knew Castiel didn't have his wallet on him since the first time they stopped for gas and he needed the man's card to get food from inside.
The man snorted a little in amusement, handing Dean one key and his card back "Looks like you're sharing, pretty boy."
Castiel saw Dean walk out of the main office and opened the door, the hunter reached in and pulled the shorter male to his feet.
After helping him to the bed, the taller hunter gathered their things from the impala and came back in. He placed a splint kit on the edge of the bed and helped the injured man to the bathroom "We need to get that wound clean before I can dress it properly."
The shorter male nodded, pulling his shirt over his head. He winced slightly as Dean unwrapped his shotgun and pulls it away, it only felt worse as they pulled his jeans off.
"Sorry, I'll try to make it quick." He said, sitting him on the edge of the tub.
He didn't reply, just sitting there, trying not to show just how much pain he was in as the other male cleaned his wound.
After they finished cleaning him up, Dean sat him on the bed and pulled a bottle of whisky out of his bag. He used it to disinfect the wounds, then finished properly spliting his leg. He then pulled a glass out of his bag, filled it with whisky and handed it to Castiel "Here, this'll take some of the edge off."
The former angel took a small sip and immediately started coughing as it burned down his throat. "Uh, why it is so strong?" he asked, setting it down on the bedside table.
Dean chuckled, emptying change and his lighter from his pockets and setting them on his side of the bed "That my friend is 68 proof whisky." And smiled even harder as the other scowled at the taste in his mouth "I'm gonna hit the shower."
By the time he reentered the bedroom, the shorter male was already asleep. He pulled the blanket up over his bare chest, laying next to him to read for the next few hours. He yawned, laying the book down on his chest and glancing over at the sleeping man. He found himself breathing a sigh of relief nothing worse had happened to him, now that he was human Dean found himself with a very strong urge to protect him. He noticed the other male stirring, so he quickly closed his eyes.
Castiel blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted. He took the book off his chest and set it next to him and covered him up, just in case he got cold. "Good night, Dean." He whispered, following up with an enochian phrase Dean never heard before. Castiel kissed his temple and clicked the light switch button above the headboard before going back to sleep.
Several hours went by when the former angel felt a looming presence and was awoken from his slumber to find the creature at the foot of their bed. He leaned in front of the sleeping hunter, shaking him violently "Dean-"
"Oh shit-" he sat up just as Castiel grabbed the glass and threw it at the mothman, while Dean instantaneously reached for his zippo.
The mothman launched itself at them just as the hunter threw his lighter, igniting the creature and engulfing it in flames. The monster flailed violently; and Dean quickly patted a few spots on the bed that had lit up as well, wrapping his arms tightly around Castiel. The mothman fell to the floor, turning into dust as the flames extinguished.
Relieved, both men fell backward onto the bed in unison. Dean wiped his brow as he deeply exhaled. "Just like a moth to flames." He said, eliciting a laugh from the other male. He glanced over at the other laying next to him, studying the wide smile that graced his face. Dean smiled, Castiel was a serious being, it wasn't often he got to see that.
"Looks like he couldn't take the heat." He quipped back, patting Dean's upper thigh since it was the only part of him he could reach without sitting up.
A goofy grin spread across the hunter's face; it was a rare treat for the former angel to joke back with him. Usually it would either go over his head or the celestial being would roll his eyes.
Over the next few months, some nights Dean would be awoken by those same enochian words spoken by Castiel back in that motel. Other nights he's be unable to sleep and hear a soft knock at his door, followed by Castiel popping his head in to make sure he was okay. After a while it didn't phase the Winchester anymore because it was a common occurrence and he told him that he felt the need to since he was no able to feel his and his brother's lifeforces. Of course, he thought it was weird, there was no denying it, but he allowed it only because he knew Castiel cared very deeply for them. But that one night piqued his curiosity. As soon as Castiel knocked on the door, Dean closed his eyes. The shorter hunter quietly made his way inside his room, whispered goodnight and kissed his temple before uttering those same enochian words.
The next morning Dean actually got up early and began searching through tomes and lore books, anything he could find on enochian. Castiel walked in from the kitchen with a cup of coffee in each hand and was failing miserably at not spilling them. Dean took a mug from the shorter male and took a sip.
"What are you doing up this early?" he asked, taking a seat next to him.
The hunter watched him as he sipped on his coffee, showing him a book he found with the term. He looked him up and down again, noting how nicely his old clothes fit him, the Queen shirt clung to him in just the right places. His eyes shot back up as the other male choked on his drink as soon as he read what Dean was showing him. "I found it, but it doesn't say what it is in English. I wanted to know what it said."
The former angel felt heat rising in his face, it was much harder to maintain a calm demeanor as a mortal. "Uh, it's… a phrase that we used to say in the ranks. It means most closely translates as reason for my existence, as kind of a pledge of loyalty to God."
He saw the nervous look plastered all over Castiel's face, he was embarrassed. "Why'd the angels stop using it, Cass?"
"We stopped around the buildings of the great pyramids of Giza." He answered but caught the and look on Dean's face. He took a deep breath and continued "...Around the time angels on earth began using it to declaration of undying love for their human partners. The higher ups felt its meaning had been cheapened so they abolished the use."
Dean looked down at the table, heart pounding loud in his chest. His mind ran a mile a minute, trying to find the right words. He was just so bad and 'talking'. The hunter was snapped out of his frozen state when the other spoke his name. He grabbed Castiel by the back of his neck and pressed their lips together.
After a second, the shorter male seemed to realize what was happening and kissed him back. They became a little handsy as they deepened the kiss, only pulling away after they needed air. He felt the heat rising in his body morphing into desire as the taller male leaned in and whispered in his ear the enochian phrase back to him.
Sam walks in with a cup of coffee, freezing in place for a moment as he processed the two men make out at the conference table. His older brother had their friend pinned again the table as they kissed and touched each other.
"Sammy," Dean pulled away, much to Castiel's displeasure. He didn't know what to do, he kind of just stood there paralyzed. "I-, it's-"
"Exactly what it looks like. It's fine, Dean, I just didn't expect to catch you guys defiling our table." He said as he grabbed his laptop "…So should I go in there so you two can finish up or?"
"Uh, no, Sam, that's alright." Castiel said, retaking his seat.
Dean smirked, pulling him right back up "Actually, I think we'll be taking this in there."
Sam watched in amusement as the taller of the two pulled the other up and guided him towards the sleeping quarters. He grinned, happy to see his brother and close friend finally admitting their feelings for each other.
I actually got this idea while waiting in the drive-thru at Wendy's a few nights ago. This owl flew in front of my car and perched itself in a tree top a few feet away. For some reason it reminded me of the mothman episode of the X files.