Destiel

The punishment

Once Dean woke up, he decided to go to the kitchen for some leftover pie. He grabbed the container, a fork, and a beer and sat at the table. He noticed a note and went to read it.

Dear Dean,

I'm sorry that I left without telling you but trust me, it's really important. I don't know when I will be back. But still know that I love you. Once I return, you may not like me anymore, but I hope you understand my reasoning behind it. What we have, no one can destroy it.

I love you, Dean. So much.

Forever yours,
~Castiel~

Dean was too stuned to speak. What on earth could Cas be doing? He didn't bother to touch his food anymore. He lost his appetite and didn't bother to do anything at all. He prayed every night, and this lasted for a few weeks before he decided to pray to Castiel. One last time. He closed his eyes, folded his hands, and began to pray.

Cas, I hope you hear this, but I need you to come back to me. Why did you even leave? It's so lonely without you here, and I NEED you back. I can't go on without you. Please, please come back to me. Please, Castiel.

Amen

He finished, and then he walked down to the library. He grabbed a book and noticed a familiar coat on one of the chairs. He left his coat?? Dean thought. He had searched every room to see if he was back, but to his surprise, he wasn't. He had never seen the coat before, so he thought he might've come back to leave his coat. He was mad at Cas for leaving, but the sight of his coat brought joy for some reason.

He grabbed it and went back to his room. He laid down and snuggled with the coat. I love you, Castiel. He thought. He's been crying himself to sleep. Every. Single. Night. But not this night. That night, he felt a small hope that he might come back. He soon fell asleep clenching the coat with all he had.

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Dean was in the kitchen the next morning.  He put on Castiel's trench coat just to feel something.

When he felt a new presence in the room. He was about to pull out his gun, but he heard a flap of wings. He hoped that it was Cas, but to his demise, it was Gabriel instead.

"Gabriel? What are you doing here?" He asked the Archangel.

"It's about Castiel. He's," Gabriel fell silent before speaking again. "Not well...."

"What?"

"Don't worry, I found him, and I brought him here, but...."

"But what?" Dean's voiced changed. He was more angry than worried at this point. "Actually, don't." He exclaimed as he walked to Castiel's room.

He opened the door and saw Cas sleeping. He smiled, but it faded away once he saw him all bruised up, but he was glad he was alive. He pulled up a chair and sat by him. "Oh, angel." He said softly as he held Castiel's hand.

A few minutes went by and heard a knock on the door. "Go away, Gabriel." He yelled.

"Dean, it's me." A voice said.