Destiel One Shots

Bad Dream?

It was 3:35 a.m. when Dean Winchester woke from yet another nightmare. He had been dreaming about losing his brother, Sam, for about two weeks straight. Every day he woke up sweating and once he got the feeling in his legs back, he'd walk around the house to see if Sam was still safe. After that, he'd pray for Castiel to come and visit him, which he usually did. Castiel was the best at calming him down. He knew how to make everything okay. However, the last few times, Cas hasn't been answering his prayers, causing Dean to worry which caused the nightmares to get worse.

"Please, Cas," Dean prayed, "Come on down here. I'm really worried about you. I haven't seen you in so long. The nightmares.." Dean looked up and wiped a single man tear off of his cheek, "The nightmares have gotten worse. So much worse..." He sat and waited for Castiel to arrive.

"Cas..." Dean's voice quivered as he spoke, "Come on, buddy. I need you."

Just then, Dean heard the familiar sound of wings flapping softly. He stood up from his bed and looked around.  Cas stood behind him, his trenchcoat was all torn up and his hair was messy. His face was dirty and he had clearly been crying. It looked like he had been severely beaten.

"Hello, Dean." Castiel said.

"What happened to you," Dean said with an angered look on his face, "Who the hell did this?"

Castiel looked down at his feet and sniffed.

"I have been being punished, Dean," tears were welling up in his eyes, "I'm sorry."

"Punished for what, Cas?" Dean asked with a concerned look on his face.

"I have sinned," Castiel looked into Dean's eyes, "Now, I must go before I-" Just then, Zachariah showed up, an angel blade in his hand.

"I told you," Zachariah said through his teeth, "To stop seeing your boyfriend. Homosexuality is a sin, Castiel. You know this."

"B-boyfriend?" Dean looked at Zach then back at Cas, "Cas, what's going on?" He started walking toward the two angels, fists clenched.

"I'm sorry, Dean. Did you not know about my brother's undeniable love for you?" Zach asked, putting the tip of his blade on Cas' chin, tracing his jawline. Dean stopped in his tracks and unclenched his fists.

"His... His what?"

Castiel looked Dean in the eye.

"I'm so sorry, Dean." Castiel said as tears were rolling down his face. Zachariah looked at Dean and smiled.

"Say goodbye, Cassie."

"Don't you dare hurt him you son of a-" Dean couldn't even finish his sentence before Zachariah shoved the blade through Castiel's chest. Dean watched as his best friend died, unable to move due to the shock and anger he felt. Zachariah pulled the blade out of Castiel's chest and examined it.

"I don't think he'll be coming back anytime soon," Zach said with a sneer, "I'll be on my way then. Farewell." Dean ran at Zachariah, attempting to knock him down before he left, but he was too late. Zachariah had already left, and he had killed Castiel, who apparently loved Dean. Dean dropped to his knees and picked up Cas' lifeless body, cradling him in his arms.

"Cas, I'm sorry.." Dean said. He was trying his hardest not to cry, but he couldn't resist, "I'm so sorry. I wish I would have known.. Not that it matter's anymore but I... I love you too." With this he kissed Cas' forehead. Castiel stayed in Dean's arms for what seemed like forever and Dean slowly drifted off to sleep again, mentally exhausted, and sitting on the hardwood floor.

"Dean, why are you apologizing to me?" Castiel asked at Dean's bedside, "And why did you say 'I love you too'?" He tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes.

Dean opened his eyes and saw Cas and sat straight up. He was in his bed. He looked around frantically.

"Where is Zachariah?" Dean asked.

"Zachariah? I haven't seen him recently," Castiel looked even more confused, "Why, Dean?"

Dean let out a sigh, stood up next to Cas, and gave him a hug. Castiel hugged him back. He rubbed Dean's back lightly with one hand.

"Bad dream?"