Destiel (a fanfic)

Just a Thought (Dean's POV)

I walked from my room in the bunker out to the main area where I could hear Sam and Cas talking. Sam was saying something about the mark and Cas was agreeing with him but kept repeating how there was nothing he could do. The stopped talking when they heard me.

"Hey," I said grabbing a beer and sitting down.

"Hello Dean," Cas replied. Sam said nothing and began googling the mark again.

I had to smile at Cas' old saying. I missed him. He was here sometimes but he wasn't the same without his grace. I was glad to have my not so fallen angel back.

Sam stood up made a lame excuse for being tired and went to his room. He was starting to piss me off with this mark of Cain shit. I had accepted the fact that I may be cursed forever but Sam just wouldn't accept it. He had tried to kill himself in order to close the gates of hell forever and he got so pissed at me for not accepting that.

Cas sat there in silence. God I missed him. He was in full uniform. Down to the backwards tie and over sized trench coat. He was just plain cute...wait what. I wasn't into Cas that way. No he was a celestial being and I was into woman right?

(Cas' POV)

Dean was staring at me. His green eyes were sparkling. I had admitted to myself long ago that I considered Dean as much more than a friend but also accepted the fact he would never consider me to be anything more. But the way he was staring at me. I could almost believe he was trying to decide if he liked me or not.

I was worried about him. The mark had damaged him. It showed on his soul and his face. Now his face showed an internal conflict going on inside his head. What was my freckled friend thinking on so intently?

I could only guess. The Mark was most likely occupying his thoughts as it was his brother and myself. I hated that I couldn't help. Even with my grace, the Mark was to powerful for me.

"How are you Dean?" I asked my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Fine Cas. And you, how's the grace?" He was lying about being okay but I played along.

"I'm glad to have it back." I was. Without it I wasn't myself. "How's the mark?"

"Fine," he lied.

I stared at him. He looked away. "Dean?"

"What do you want me to say Cas? I'm scared I'm going to go dark again. That it haunts me every night. That I really want it gone but I don't think it's possible and, even if it is, I'm worried the price is too high." He stopped and looked away. His voice shaking. "I don't want to hurt anyone."