~Destiel One-Shots~

Not a Thing

Dean

"Cas!"

Dean frantically ran around the gigantic forest, searching for an angel. Dean had taken Cas on a hunt, to teach him. It was a shifter, killing someone and then posing as them. They saw it walk into the forest and split up to find it, agreeing to meet back at the path in twenty minutes.

Cas didn't show.

He waited for about ten minutes, no Cas. He started to look for Cas, shouting his name and looking around. No Cas.

"Cas!" He shouted over and over for what felt like hours. He kept searching and searching and searching, nothing.

He ran and ran and ran, shouting his name. He was running out of energy until he could barley walk. He finally took a break, sitting down at the base of a tree. Suddenly a figure stood before him and he looked up. It was Cas. But something about him seems... off.

Cas pulled him into a tight hug, Dean hugging back cautiously. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, looking down and gasping. Cas was holding a knife in his hand, the tip pushing it's self into Dean until you could only see the handle.

Dean moved his head back up to meet Cas' eyes, a smirk painted on his face.

"C-Cas." He choked out, his voice cracking as a single tear slid down his face. 'Cas' laughed, pulling the knife out of him, Dean falling to the ground.

"I'm," He laughed. "Not Cas."

Dean's vision started to blacken around the edges as he saw Cas- his Cas- running towards him. He looked up at the figure running towards him, smiling weakly at him. His body gave out as blood seeped out of the wound. He let out a choked sob as Cas cupped his cheeks, and everything went black.

"Dean please wake up, please. I love you." Then he couldn't hear, see, feel, or anything. Just nothing.

Not a thing.