Fluff & Stuff

My Saviour

(A/N: This one is for the Supernatural fandom. Apologies from me if you don't like the show. Warning: Spoilers! + Destiel)

The Winchester brothers have been through a lot. And still, the world just keeps making their lives a living hell.

Dean has the Mark of Cain on his arm and it's making him heartless and bloodthirsty. He kills mercilessly and could take down a whole nest of vampires alone. That's a lot of vampires.

Sam had been secretly trying to get rid of the Mark behind Dean's back, Dean having already given up on trying when he heard there wasn't a spell that could cure him or get rid of the Mark. Sam had searched for help from the King of Hell and not even he knew how to get rid of the Mark.

Sam was running out of options. He was so desperate, he contacted and captured a witch by the name Rowena and told her to decipher the Book Of The Damned, a book that holds many ancient secrets and spells. But she couldn't read it either, the writings were too ancient, even for her.

His last resort was Castiel. Castiel is a fallen angel of the Lord, he rebelled against heaven just to save and help Dean. Of course, now he was always on the run from different angels who wanted to kill him, but he was still there for the Winchesters when they needed him most.

Sam called Castiel's phone, Castiel having to go to where Sam was by foot unnoticed. At least he was already upstairs.

"Hello, Sam." Castiel greeted the younger Winchester.

Sam greeted back, using the nickname Dean came up with. "Hey, Cas. Again. I uh-" Sam clasped his hands together. "I need your help." Cas cocked his head in confusion. "I want to get the Mark off Dean."

"Sam, there's nothing that can-"

"But we have to keep trying! Dean wouldn't give up if it were me or you with the Mark." Sam complained, making Castiel sigh. "Maybe you can cure him?"

"I've tried to cure the Mark before, Sam. It doesn't work." Castiel said, his voice gruff and firm.

"Have you tried everything?" Sam said, Castiel giving him a blank stare. "I mean have you...." Sam cleared his throat, look at Cas. "..tried everything?"

"I don't understand how you adding emphasis to the word tried changes a-"

"Have you tried kissing the host of the Mark?" Sam asked, finding it a very uncomfortable question for some reason.

Castiel's switched from annoyance to bashfulness quickly, his cheeks becoming slightly red.

"N-No." Cas answered, finding his shoes interesting.

"Maybe you should give it a shot..?" Sam suggested. "I mean, you never know until you try, right?"

Castiel gulped down a nervous lump in his throat. "...Right."

"Right now I think Dean is a motel twelve miles from here. You should go as soon as possible." Sam nodded, agreeing with his own decision. Castiel nodded along, turning around, getting in his car and driving to where Dean was.

The motel room was a mess. Everything was either smashed or thrown aside and many empty bottles of beer were littered the floor, instantly making Castiel worry. He looked around the room, spotting Dean sitting on his bed with his back towards Cas. Dean leaned his head back, revealing a bottle of beer in his hand.

"I'm fine." Dean said as if he was trying to convince himself.

"Dean." Castiel called, standing still the middle of the room. Dean's body went stiff, him quickly turning around in place at the new voice.

Dean's eyes widened a little and his eyebrows knitted in confusion. "Cas...?" He asked, his voice deep and gruff. "What are you doing here? You know I'm dangerous to be around."

Castiel swallowed nervously, trying to stay as emotionless as possible. "I came here with a purpose." When Castiel said that, Dean raised an eyebrow, ushering him to continue. "I thought of a way to get rid of the Mark." He said, not including Sam because of his secrecy.

Dean stood up from his place, walking towards Castiel. "Does it work?" Dean asked with slight excitement.

"I'm not sure. But we have to try everything, Dean."

Dean sighed in response, lifting his arms by his sides as he asked. "Well, what do we have to do?" Castiel avoided Dean's gaze, looking down at his feet.

"We have to..." Castiel started, clearing his throat. Dean's face contorted into one of realization.

"We have to make out?" Dean asked to clarify, to which Castiel nodded shyly. Dean shrugged, getting closer to Castiel, raising his chin so they could look at each other in the eyes. A smirk grew on Dean's face as he saw the redness on Castiel's cheeks.

"Fine by me."