DestielDean 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.Destiel4 years ago in Short Stories
"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 here Cas?"
Cas stared into his eyes in his typical mysterious "Angel of the Lord" way, and asked, "Where's Sam?"
Dean raised his eyebrow in question. "He's at the bar. Drinking. Meeting women. Figured he should have one night this year to enjoy himself a bit. Yo
Fireworks-DestielThe sky was completely dark, stars twinkling softly. Castiel stared at them, feeling the stress of the Apocalypse situation melt away. He was leaning against the Impala, hands in his lap, with Dean next to him, who was also looking at the sky.Fireworks-Destiel5 years ago in Profiles
"I understand why you enjoy it here," he said. "Its peaceful."
Dean glanced at him, taking another sip of beer. "Yeah. Helps me keep going." he said softly.
Castiel stared at him. "You do not feel you have a purpose to live?" he asked, concerned. He liked Dean here, with him. Dean helped him keep going as well.
"Well, I do, its just that the stress and all. It gets to me. We're not like you angels." Dean said, leaning back even farther, craning his neck.
Castiel fiddled with a button on his trench coat. "We usually don't. But I have developed human characteristics. They're very confusing and difficult to control."
Dean nodded. "Yeah. That's pretty much it." He swallowed hard. Right now, he wanted to stay here, in this moment. With