All begins at the end (Destiel)

Much has changed

They returned to the Chitaqua camp, quiet during all the way. When Dean stopped the car, Castiel immediatly left it and ran to his cabin.

"The Hell..." Dean muttered, furrowing his eyebrows.

He wanted to follow him but Chuck cut off his road.

"Do you have the toilet paper? 'Cause we really need it!"

Dean rolled his eyes and gave Castiel's bag.

"Here it is."

Chuck sighed in relief and took it as if it was the most precious thing in the world -and that was probably what He was thinking- then ran to the toilet. Dean sighed and walked towards his cabin. His clothes were stained with Castiel's blood and dirt and his hand hurted. He wanted to get some new clothes and a medical kit. He went to his room and looked around. Dean from here had probably a place where he stored his clothes. Dean finally discovered a door behind the door which was the closet -that he hadn't seen before- and opened it. There were a lot of plaids, all his plaids, covered with some dust and jeans.

"Well, I didn't wear plaids anymore or what?" Dean thought.

He took a red plaid and noticed they were a coat that wasn't his own. He slowly took it and saw that it was Castiel's trench-coat. He furrowed his eyebrows and searching more, he discovered that the closet was full of their clothes, together.

"We also shared the closet?"

Dean observed during a few seconds the trench-coat and threw it on his bed. He took his clothes off and slipped the news (or the old ones?) on. Then he went to his desk and opened the drawers. He sighed when he finally found the medical kit. He poured some alcohol on his wound then rolled a bandage around. When he finished, he grabbed the trench-coat and the medical kit then left.

*

Dean was going to Castiel's cabin when he went past the Impala which was still where he found her the first time, under some bushes. She was completely covered with rust and dust. It was really heartbreaking for Dean and he got closer to her.

"Damn it baby, what happened?...'The Hell was wrong with me! I'm so sorry."

He slowly dusted the roof, clearing the black paint that he loved so much. He sighed and putted the trench-coat and the kit on a stone, then removed all the bushes around her. Well, it wasn't so bad but she really needed some adjustments. He opened the trunk and smiled, seeing that his tool box was still here. He grabbed it then opened the motor hood. He took a closer look then sighed.

"The battery is totally discharged...I need a new one and some coolant too. Then, hmm, hmm..."

He started muttering to himself while looking at the motor. His poor baby had been totally abandoned , and, for what he saw, for too many years. Things were completely crazy. He would NEVER, ever, forget the Impala or let her in that bad state! And what the hell was going on with Castiel? Drugs, deny, and they shared the same closet (well that wasn't so bad but he didn't even share his closet with Sammy so...). He didn't know what but there was something that they didn't say about him. But he had no idea what.

He continued to work on the motor, all these thoughts rolling in his head. During this time, Castiel left his cabin, smoking a joint. He noticed that Dean was working on the Impala and slowly furrowed his brows. One year that Dean from here hadn't touched his favourite car. Seeing the young one trying to fix it, brought him memories from old and better times. When he was still an angel and when...

He sighed and softly smoked his joint, closing his eyes. That was too painful, better not think about it.

"Hey Castiel. You...okay?"

Chuck just arrived. He turned to him.

"Yeah...I'm...okay." Castiel answered, trying to smile.

Chuck noticed his dark mood but didn't say anything. He looked at Dean, still working on the Impala. He scratched his head with embarassment.

"Hey, uh-I was wondering something..."

"Yeah?"

"Did you...did you tell him about...You know..."

Castiel shrugged his shoulders.

"No. Better not, he is 'too young'..."

Chuck agreed and they both observed Dean. The Winchester finally felt that someone was watching him. He turned around and saw both, Castiel and Chuck looking right at him. He finally remembered what he was coming for at the beginning.

"Cas'! 'Come here please!" he yelled, waving to him.

Castiel nodded.

"See ya." Chuck said.

The ex-angel threw his joint then went toward Dean, who was waiting for him.

"Yes?"

"Show me your arms." Dean asked, tilting his head.

Castiel sat down then showed it. He had a few scratches and dried blood on it. But nothing really bad. Dean sighed in relief and washed his hands with a cloth. Then he took the medical kit and started cleaning the blood. Castiel looked at him. How many times that "his" Dean didn't help him with his wounds? He stopped counting. He felt the drugs running through his brain and he knew he hadn't much time before acting crazy again. He wanted to say how he felt, how he was sorry that he had to see him this way, how he was sorry to be himself.

"Dean, I..."

"Shut up Cas'. I know you're sorry. I know you feel bad and you want me to forgive you. We will deal with this later, don't worry. Just stay still please." Dean muttered, cleaning carefully his wounds.

Castiel looked down and shutted his mouth. How many times his Dean didn't try to understand him? This Dean was so different but he wasn't even so young! That's why he...that's why he...

Dean noticed that his eyes seemed wet. Was it...tears?

"Uh I'm sorry buddy I didn't mean to..."

"Don't worry. I'm..."

He took a deep sigh then smiled. But not a normal smile, just a junky's smile.

"I'm good. I'm reaaaally good."

Castiel was gone again and Dean sighed. But deep inside the angel's heart, there was nothing but pain.

A/N Sorry it took longer than expected. And it's short, I'M SORRY. But hopefully you liked it :)