A/N TRIGGER WARNING
Suicide
Song suggestion: Work Song- Hozier
Cas felt empty.
Dean, can I speak with you?
What is it man?
He felt like his very being was being torn apart. Breathing was difficult anymore.
I have something to tell you. It's very important.
Ok spit it out.
He was a fool. He never should have done it. What was he thinking? He wasn't, that's the thing. He never thinks things all the way through.
I love you, Dean.
Same, dude.
No, Dean, I'm in love with you.
He always just acted. He would just do and never stop to think things all the way through. He had hoped. He had. It was a pointless hope. When has anything he ever hoped for happened.
I don't love you, Cas.
Dean, I understand I just had to tell-
Leave.
He felt his heart stopping. It was like his blood ran cold. He couldn't breath.
What?
I said leave, Cas. You're sickening.
Sickening? How was love sickening? But apparently in the eyes of the thing he cared most about he was disgusting.
Dean, please, you're all I have.
I'll tell Sam to get you some money and then I don't want to see you again.
Cas felt tears stream down his face. Dean was true to his word. Sam had gotten him money although he was confused as to why Cas had to go. Apparently Sam though this was Cas' decision, Cas just said he needed to go.
Goodbye Dean.
Leave, just go.
Cas gripped the sink of the motel he ended up in. He stared at his reflection. Memories were flying back to him.
I'd rather have you, cursed or not.
I need you.
It was all lies. All of it.
Cas held the straight razor in his hands. He was an ex-angel. He'd rebelled so many times he wonder...he wondered if he'd get to go to heaven.
He was going to find out, he thought as the cool metal first touched his wrist.
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......sorry. Do you want fluff or smut next •3•
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Destiel One-Shots
FanfictionA collection of all of my destiel one-shots. Mostly angst I won't even lie. A dash of fluff and a pinch of smut. It's all bullshit and I don't check my spelling or grammar sometimes. Most of the time.
