5D808E - Destiel

Chapter 8

He was still at Dean's place that afternoon when a knock emitted from the door. Castiel extracted himself from Dean's embrace on the couch to trudge to the door, a blanket fluttering behind him. 

He fumbled with the doorknob before swinging it open, having to flick his eyes upward to greet the visitor. 

A tall man, maybe six foot four, with long shaggy brown hair, and sunflower eyes. Very gorgeous.

The visitor looked down, "You must be Castiel," He held out a hand, "I'm Sam. Dean's brother."

"So you mean to tell me, you drove for the past 12 hours to get here? After a voice message?" Dean sat at the kitchen table, his head in his hands, looking quite disappointed at his little brother. 

Sam looked sheepish, "Yeah. Having dad here is no small matter." 

"Sammy, you don't even know when he's coming."

"I called him. He said he was visiting soon."

"Why the hell did you call him?"

"I was gonna tell him off."

"I suppose it didn't go that way?"

Castiel was sat rather awkwardly besides Dean, sipping ginger-ale from a can, slightly embarrassed of his unruly look. He'd heard a lot about Sam. Dean really loved him. Though, it was hardly showing on account of them calling each other names right then. 

Castiel cleared his throat, "Can I get a little context?"

Both brothers stopped bickering and turned towards the source of the interjection. Dean's eyebrows raised and he flushed slightly from embarrassment, "Yeah, sorry, Angel."

Castiel smiled warmly at Dean, "It's okay. You don't have to tell me anything if you aren't ready."

Sam rolled his eyes for what seemed like the hundred millionth time, "John Winchester is an abusive bastard," He shrugged at Castiel's wide eyed look, "Long story short, of course."

Dean hissed at Sam through his teeth, "What the hell, man?"

Sam frantically gestured towards Castiel, "He's your boyfriend, right? He deserves to know!"

"Not like that!"

Before Castiel could think his arms were wrapped around Dean's midsection, head pressed in the crook of his neck, holding tight. He wasn't letting this man go. 

Dean, without hesitation, held Castiel, automatically pressing a kiss to his angel's temple, "Cas? Baby?"

Castiel shook his head before hugging tighter, "God, Dean, I'm so sorry."

Dean held Castiel at arms length and looked into those gorgeous blue eyes, "It's not your fault. You have no reason to be sorry, Angel."

"Still! No one should ever have to go through that."

"It was a long time ago, Cas."

Sam piped up from behind, "Post traumatic stress disorder is a thing, Dean!"

"Shut the hell up, Sam."

Dean and Castiel laid tangled together under the sheets, Castiel playing with Dean's hair gently, rubbing his scalp lightly. Sam had left an hour ago, heading to a nearby hotel to rest. 

"Dean, are you sure about this?"

Dean raised his head slightly and shook it, a half-smile plastered on his face, "No, not really. If I'm honest," He laid back down and stared at the ceiling, looking as if he was about to burst into tears, "I'm really scared, Cas," He turned to Castiel, "I don't know what to do."

"You know you don't have to do this."

"You don't understand, Cas, I really do," He closed his eyes, "What's the point of hiding from something for the rest of my life. I'll continue to have these nightmares, I won't be able to think of him without panicking. If I don't do this, I'll never heal."

Castiel stayed silent.

"Does that make sense?"

Castiel nodded, "Yes, Dean. However, you have to know what you're going to do if this goes south. What happens if John, "He could barely bring himself to utter that name, "decides he isn't apologetic and lays a hand on you? What if that's all he's here for? Dean-" 

Dean placed a hand over Castiel's mouth, trembling slightly, "Can we be done talking about this? Please?"

Castiel nodded but grumbled something along the lines of 'fucking John I'll kill the man if I have to'.

Dean rolled away and

 I don't believe they cuddled that night.

A/N omfg I'm so sorry- this has been in the works since fucking April because I have had no motivation what so ever but I'm thanking someone special for this because they motivated me (hi hun, if ur reading this, tysm ily 💕). But I now have like most of this story planned out so I can finally get back to writing (once again thanks Hun for that- giving me fun ideas). Prepare to hate me 💕 bye bye 👋