Dean walked into the motel, gun in hand. He wiped the sweat from his brow and sat down on the creaky single bed. He rested his head in his hands and ran through today's case. Letting out a heavy sigh, he leaned back to fall asleep.
"Hello Dean." The deep raspy voice sounded from a shadowed corner. Without getting up or opening his eyes, Dean replied quietly, "Hey, Cas. Any news? Rogue angels? Omens? The usual?"
"Not so far" Cas said, a little hint of impatience in his voice. "Besides," he said hesistantly," That's not why I'm here."
Dean sat up, staring at the nerdy little man wearing a trench coat. "Ok?" he asked, "So why are you h
Right Here Waiting -Destiel- by calceil, literature
Literature
Right Here Waiting -Destiel-
As if the week had not be stressful enough, Dean had found himself thrust into the future against his will, and so far he had not liked what he had seen, not just because his future self was a complete dick, and Sam was no where to be seen. It was the extremely drastic change in Castiel that had startled him the most, the way that future Dean acted with the ex-angel. They were cold to each other, not to mention the fact that Castiel was essentially on a constant high.
Back in his own time, back in 2009, he and Castiel were friends; hell they were almost more than friends as his damned heart and mind kept reminding him. The thoughts that he h
There had never been a time when Dean's heart was racing than the moment he had walked into the motel room to find blood and feathers everywhere in the room. His eyes had gone wide, bending down to pick up one of the white feathers, blood dripping from the fragile object. Castiel he thought as he stood back up looking around the room. It was a complete mess; blood covered the walls and the broken bits of furniture that were all over the floor in the room. Why why would someone want to take Castiel? To get to me
The phone in the motel room rang, and Dean snatched up off the receiver. "Yeah?" he asked his voice sounding more
AXE - Destiel AU
Fifth part.
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Dean woke the first time in early dawn. It took a while for all his senses to come back to life after the numbing deep but sobering sleep. But when they did, a flood of memories came rushing back to him, the night before coming back with embarrassing facts mixed up with drunken memory gaps. Next to him Castiel stirred but didn't wake up, just moved a little and sighed contented, stilling again. And Dean fought down the urge to touch his face.
How embarrassing. Dean couldn't believe it, he had actually cried because of it. Fucking alcohol. Of course one-night-stands weren't anyth