Dammit Cas (Destiel/Sabriel highschool AU)

Always

\\Castiel's POV//
I wake up slowly, my head spinning and my mouth dry. Flipping onto my stomach, I push myself into a sitting position, opening my eyes to find myself in my car, the windows smashed in and the seats stained red. "Holy shi-" I whisper, holding my hands out in front of me, taking in the damage to my body. All of a sudden, it comes back to me. The light of the incoming car, the swerve, and finally the tree. I place a sticky hand to my forehead, feeling faint. I need to call Dean. I need Dean Winchester by my side.

Fumbling for my phone, I come across many things in the car,including candy wrappers, phone numbers jotted down on old sticky notes, and school stuff. But it takes me a few minutes before I find my iPhone, hidden deep in the recesses of the seat. I grunt and pull it out, typing in Dean's number and hitting the call button. With a quick thought of getting blood on my phone, I do it anyway. Because something like that can be cleaned off.

He picks up on the second ring.

"Cas? Castiel, thank god you're okay! I've been driving all night, searching for you! I thought you were dead, Cas! I thought you were-" He stops and I can hear his sobs through the phone, the sound making my heart cringe.

"Dean, I need you. Please, I just-" he cuts me off, mid sentence.

"Where are you? I'll be right there, I promise!" He practically shouts and I feel a warm sensation in my stomach.

Craning my neck, I look around me, trying to find a road sign. Finally, I spot one on the edge of the forest, near a fork in the road. "Dean, I'm on Kestler Avenue, near the edge of the woods. But listen, please don't freak when you get here. I got..." I trail off, realizing that he was gone. I sigh frustratedly, running my fingers through my hair. Now, to wait for Dean.

\\Dean's POV//
I had searched all night in the pouring rain for Cas. I had checked his house, so many diners, and all the roads I could think of. So when that familiar ringtone buzzed on my phone, I was practically in tears when I answered. I wanted to say so much to him. I wanted to tell him that I was sorry, that I wasn't drunk that night when we kissed. And I wanted to say that I loved him. But I held my tongue, because it was cowardly to say it over the phone.

He had told me that he was on Kestler Ave. near the woods. As soon as I heard him say those words, I hung up and pressed the pedal to the metal. The sun shined through the trees, the early morning dew still glistening on the leaves. It was a beautiful morning, made even more beautiful by this news. Cas was okay, he was alive. I look over at the sleeping kids in the back seat and smile. I had picked Gabe and Sammy up from school yesterday, so that they wouldn't be worried as much. They could hang with me and help look for Castiel. He was Gabe's brother after all.

I smiled to myself, looking back at them every so often. They seemed so young and so innocent, but I knew that in truth they weren't. They were bundles of energy, and knew a little too much about the world. But when they slept, they looked like children, their faces masked with a perfect peace of mind. I smiled even more when I realized that Sam had his arm around Gabriel protectively and his head was lying on Sam's shoulder. I turned back to the road as some feels hit me. They were totally falling for each other. Kind of like me and Cas...

Turning swiftly through the scenic roads Cas had taken, I try to quell my feelings for the time being. If Cas was hurt or something, it wouldn't be very considerate of me to spring my love on him. I chuckle at the thought, but then my heart stiffens. What if Cas was hurt? Oh my god. From then on out, I went no less than 80 mph until I reached my Castiel.

And when I did, my heart skipped a few beats.

Cas's car was pretty much totaled, lying in the woods and smoking like a dragon. I couldn't see Cas, so he was probably still in he car. What if he was... No, I couldn't think like that. He had called me and sounded fine, so I had to believe that he was.

Not bothering to wake Sam and Gabriel up, I slam open the Impala's door, cringing at the sound it made. Sorry baby, I think, already sprinting for Cas. The door is hanging on it's hinges and I tear it off, adrenaline pumping through every vein in my body. All of a sudden everything seems so real. "Cas?" I call softly. I hear a grunt and wave my hands, clearing some of the smoke so I can see better.

I climb into the car and look around at the damage and... Blood. Everywhere. "Castiel?" I shout, scared now.

I hear a muffled, "Dean." And I wave more smoke, seeing a familiar trench coat in the passenger seat.

"Oh my god, Cas!" I exclaim, climbing over him and opening the passenger door, careful not to hurt him. I pull him out carefully, and pick him up bridal style as soon as he's out of the car. I lay him down in the wet grass, looking him over in horror. I did this. I lied and I caused this to happen. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

"Cas, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry," I cry, tears streaming down my face and dripping onto him, the salty tears mixing with his blood. I stare into his calming, sea blue eyes. They say that the eyes are a window into the soul. If this was true, then Cas's soul was serene and perfect, filled with bliss and innocence. They were like waves crashing onto the sand on a cool autumn day. You could forget yourself, just by staring into them. I make a split second decision and soon my lips are on his, sloppily kissing him. My hands are grasping his trench coat like there's no tomorrow. Tears are still dripping down my face and onto his, and he's crying now too.

"It's okay, Dean," he mumbles against my lips and I feel the need to tell him that it wasn't okay. I shouldn't have lied, it defiantly wasn't okay. But instead, my hands held on tighter to his coat and my heart clenched. How did I ever come to deserve this beautiful man?

"Don't ever leave," I whisper, breaking away from Cas. He looks up at me, his face gleaming with tears and nods.

"Never," he replies and I choke back a sob, wiping tears from his eyes before drying my own. I love him. I could scream it from the rooftops. I love him, and nothing, ever, could make me stop loving him.

Taking a deep breath, I look over all of Cas's cuts and bruises. "We need to get you fixed up, okay?" I say softly and he nods, sitting up and pulling me in for a tight hug.

"Thank you," he whispers.

"Always," I reply.