My Angel: A Destiel Fanfiction

Chapter Three: Stairway to Heaven

Castiel's P.O.V.

I look around my current surroundings and assume that I have been summoned by my elder brother, Gabriel, noting the candy wrappers littering the room. I stride over to the nearest sofa and plonk down, sinking three inches into the cushions. I take in a deep breath and stare at the wall in front of me; knees together with my hands resting on them, my body rigid. This is his heaven, why are we in heaven? I clear the thought from my mind and drift onto thinking about my green-eyed hunter-the way his mouth curves up into his signature smirk and how his eyes glitter when he genuinely smiles, I had never seen such beauty in the human race more than what I have seen in that man- when I feel a presence to my right.

"What do you want Gabriel?" I ask in my gruff, angelic voice.

A small silhouette emerges from the shadows with a smirk on its face, "Oh, nothing brother. Just to see how things are with you," he coughs, covering his mouth with his hand, "and Dean Winchester..."

"I do not understand?" I tilt my head to the side, questioning.

"You know exactly what I'm saying," he hints with his infamous smirk and glint in his golden-brown eyes.

"What are you trying to suggest?"

"I've seen the way you look at him! And even though you don't see it: the way he looks at you," he says with a wink.

"I-uh," I cough, suddenly nervous from being put on the spot.

"What happened?" he probes, stepping closer towards me.

"We-uh, we kissed," I state, my voice raspy.

"Oooh! How scandalous!" Gabriel squeals, jumping in the air with delight. "Anything else?" He probes further.

"No, unfortunately," I begin explaining like a teenage school girl, "Sam Winchester interrupted us while we were-"

He cuts me of, "Woah, woah, woah! What?"

"I think I was fairly clear Gabriel," a low growl forming in my vessels throat.

"Easy now, big boy. Don't get your wings in a twist," he scoffs, "Just don't forget what big brother Mikey told you: You either serve heaven or man, not both," he imitates the eldest archangel's voice pointing his finger at me. Then I start to hear a soft humming in my ears; someone is praying to me.

***

Dean's P.O.V.

I'm in the bar the next town over beer in hand when I pray to him: "Come on, Cas. Get your feathery ass down here," I've spent all evening looking for the bitch and I couldn't find him for the life of me; the only place I haven't looked is up there.

I sigh and think to myself: what have I done? I swivel around in my chair leaning my elbows on the bar and winking at a few chicks.

I sigh in frustration, "He's gonna pull that card is he?" I say more to myself than anyone.

"I do not know the card of which you speak of, but I am certainly not," he adds finger quotes to the last bit, "pulling it."

"Jesus Christ! You sure aren't good with making a normal person appearance are you?"

"I assure you I am not Jesus Christ, either," he says, narrowing his eyes and scrunching his face in confusion.

"Where the hell have you been, anyway?" I ask, bringing him back to our conversation.

"I was in heaven, someone called me," he says matter-of-factly.

"Well, Mr. Mystery, I reckon we should finish what we started," I say in a seductive voice with an added wink.

"Here?" Cas asks shocked, making me roar with laughter.

"No!" I laugh, "First I think we should introduce you to the forbidden fruits of earth."

"Okay, Dean. But I cannot take you to The Garden, it is lost for a reason,"

"Cas, you idiot," I laugh breathily, "We'll have two tequila shots each," I motion towards us at the bartender. This will surely be interesting, I think to myself.

***

After whoever knows how many shots and drinks we ordered, I was officially drunk; Cas on the other hand, I'm not so sure. He seems himself, but more...giggly.

"C'mon, Cas. Let's get you home," I slur, grabbing his hand and intertwining our hands.

"Okay Dean-o," he says poking me in the arm in the process.

We head outside into the cool night air while I'm fumbling for Baby's keys. I jingle them in celebration when I successfully get them. Cas stares intensely into my eyes with his blue orbs and he closes the space between us in a passionate kiss. My hands on his waist, pulling him in; his hands in my sandy-blonde hair pulling my mouth against his.

We pull away after what seems like hours to catch our breath. I take the chance to open the door for him so he can slide into Baby, knowing that we won't be able to make it to a hotel room if we keep going the way we are.

We're driving along the high way when the Led Zeppelin song, Stairway to Heaven, starts to play. I can't help myself; I'm that past being drunk, I've gotta show this angel my sick vocals. I start to sing the first verse:

"There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven."

"Dean, you have a beautiful voice for a human. It's almost angelic," Cas comments softly. I look over at him and give him a toothy grin and we sing the next verse together:

"There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven."

By this stage the song on the radio is drowned out by our voices and we're getting right into it, killing this next part:

"Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder."

We finally find a hotel that has a vacancy, and I drunkenly pull Baby into a parking space killing the engine. What happens after that? You'll just have to wait and find out.