My Guardian Angel (Destiel AU)

Chapter 8

//Cas POV

I had slept in Dean's bed around the end of August. 3 months passed with Dean and me sticking to just being friends. It was almost December and my birthday was December 4th, and I would be turning 18. Neither Dean nor I mentioned how our relationship would change once i turned 18, which was alright with me. Truthfully, I was nervous as hell. These past months had been driving me crazy, with not being able to kiss him or touch him... I liked him a lot. Those emerald eyes were the highlight of my dreams every night and I felt my skin tingle when his fingers brushed over it. On the first day of December, Dean and I spread out a blanket in the middle of the empty park near my house, chilly winter air whipping my hair crazily. Dean gave me his jacket and grabbed my hands, rubbing them to keep them warm. "I'm sorry we have to sit out here but this was the only safe way to talk alone." Dean said, peering into my eyes softly.

Today, his eyes were a soft green, not dull but not as bright as usual. He wore only a T-shirt, jeans and his boots after giving me his leather jacket, but I guess angels didn't feel the cold. I was wearing my usual dark skinny jeans, green sweater and combat boots, but I was weirdly colder then usual. I mentioned it to Dean and he replied saying, "That means your wings are coming. Your body is changing a bit so they can safely grow your wings without damaging you body in the process. Sometimes you'll be colder them usual and other times you'll be a bit too warm."

Yay.

Dean's touch was warming me up slightly, my cheeks flushing but I hoped that it would just look like I was cold. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Well... Us, Castiel." Dean stopped rubbing my hands and settled them in his lap.

"Oh."

"I-I like you Cas. And the thing is, as an angel I shouldn't be feeling this way unless this person means something, like a soulmate or some crazy shit like that."

"You-you think I'm your soulmate?" I asked, my eyes widening.

"I don't know." Dean said honestly. "But Cas, once you grow your wings..." Dean cupped my cheek with his palm. "I want us to be together."

I gasped lightly and tried to keep from hyperventilating and having a panic attack. "I want to be with you." I agreed softly.

Dean smiled, laughed then slammed me with a bear hug. "God Cas, how do you make me feel this way?" He breathed out softly, content.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my face into his shoulder. I didn't answer, I was too busy just enjoying him, simply Dean.

(Meanwhile...)

A demon named Meg paced outside the doors of the King of Hells throne room, waiting to be invited in. The doors swung open and she stepped in, grinning evilly. Meg strutted up to the King and bowed.

"You asked for me, my King?"

The King, named Crowley, looked up from the parchment in his hands.

"Any reports about the Nephilim boy?" He asked, in a thick accent.

"Yes sir. From what we've been observing, the boys birthday is in 4 days. The angels are getting anxious, waiting for him to turn of age. They are expecting something big... But we do not know what it is."

Crowley scowled and closed his eyes. "Well, then if you do not know what it means.." He stood up and glared at Meg. "THEN GO. FIND. OUT." He spat.

"But sir how do we find out?"

"I don't know! Go attack heaven or something..."

"uh, isn't that your job?"

Crowley looked incredibly bored. "Fine.. I'll get around to it. For now, rally up the troops- we're going to take heaven."

//Cas POV

"Are angels pretty strong?" I asked Dean once we got inside my house.

We were heading down the stairs to my basement and I was still shivering. "Yep. I'm 5x stronger then I was when I was human."

"Uh huh." I said jokingly but Dean's eyes sparkled with mischief.

"You don't think so?"

"I don't know! Prove it!"

"Fine." Dean grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to in front of the couch. Whipping off his leather jacket and throwing it on the couch, he laid down on his stomach and said, "Sit on top of me."

"Uh, no." I said chuckling nervously.

"Cas..." He pulled me down and I fell on top of him.

For a second I we were silent. Our legs were entwined, my arms were wrapped around his waist and my face was pressed against his neck. "Well... This is kinda awkward." Dean said.

"Oh shut up!"

I sat up and scooted back to the end of his back. "So what are you going to do?" I asked.

"Just sit there and watch buddy boy."

All of a sudden, he was pushing up and down. With me on his back.

"Holy shìt." I said.

"Yep."

"Oh my god."

Dean laughed.

"Okay. I dare you to do 20 push ups with me on your back."

"Easy."

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"Come on you pansy, grow a pair!" I said.

He was nearing 98 push ups but he was struggling.

"Come on Dean." I whispered suductively into his ear. "If you reach 100, I'll blow you to heaven and beyond..."

"Holy shit."

He pushed though 2 more and pushed me off him and crawled over me. "God, Cas I can't wait any longer!" He said, biting his lip.

"But won't the angels..."

"I... I don't know." Dean said. He rested his forearms on either side of my head and gazed down at me sadly.

"I'm falling hard for you Castiel Novak." Dean said, rubbing his nose against mine.

"Was that a pun?"

Dean laughed, squeezing his eyes shut causing crinkles to gather at the corner of them. He dug his head in between my jaw and shoulder. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I giggled into his hair. "Oh Dean, you're so weird. I love you." I smiled at him as he looked up. But he wasn't laughing anymore.

"What?" I asked, running my fingers though his hair.

"You love me?" He said quietly.

"I..."

"CASTIEL! COME OUT AND PLAY!" A shrill voice yelled from upstairs. That wasn't my mom.

I pushed Dean out of the way and raced upstairs. Running into the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks to see a girl standing in the middle of the room. She had long blackish hair, pale skin and a smirk on her lips. "Hello Clarence." She drawled out slowly, a faint southern accent hidden in her voice.

"You came out to play."

"Who are you!?" I asked.

"The names Meg and I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from-"

"What the hell do you want?" Dean interrupted, coming up next to me.

Meg took a step forward and placed a hand on her hip. "Well, pretty boy Angel, I'm here to collect little Clarence and haul ass to hell."

"That's not going to happen." Dean stepped in front of me and protectively grasped his hand over mine.

Meg chuckled and pulled out a long, silver knife. "Unless you want me to spill your blood on this kitchen floor, I suggest you let me take him."

"Oh honey, I can take you."

She smiled. "I'm sure ya can Dean." She raised her eyebrows sarcastically and looked at me. "But I wasn't asking."

A hand clamped on my shoulder and I whipped around to see a short, British man smiling at me. "Hello boys."