Destiel one shots

What Love Remembers

Later, they sat on the porch of a farmhouse that hadn't existed a minute ago. But now it did. Because Cas remembered Dean had once said, "Maybe someday, I'll just fix cars in peace", he said.

So Heaven gave them a garage, the sky overhead was every sunset they never got to share. Dean leaned against Cas's shoulder, beer in hand, Cas held his other hand, thumb brushing the scar on his palm.

"You think Sam's okay?" Dean asked quietly, Cas smiled, "He has his family, his peace, his purpose, he always did", he said.

Dean nodded, "Think he'll come here?", he asked and Cas tilted his head, "When he's ready the door's open for him too", he said.

"I am watching over him, love, don't worry, I will protect him", Cas said and Dean smiled and cuddled into Cas who smiled and kissed his head.

Silence stretched, but it wasn't lonely, it was the kind Dean had never known in life, whole, he loved this silence, and will love it as long as Cas is with him.

"I missed you," Dean said, barely louder than breath, although he had told this quite a few times, "I never left you," Cas replied, looking at the horizon.

Dean looked too and in the field beyond, flowers bloomed again. Wild and bright, unending, because the world Dean left behind was healing again.

Cas was still its quiet guardian, but now? Now Dean was home, heaven had mornings and nights too, so Dean loved it cause night was a reason to keep Cas with him for cuddles.

Cas would go to his angel duties every morning no matter how much Dean tried stopping him, he even tried seduction in vain.

One day, "Come with me, I'm gonna meet some souls", Cas said and Dean knew that meant something and wanting Dean there was a privilege to him.

He never meant to stay at the edge of the garden, Cas kept to the quiet paths, the ones with moon lilies and whispering water, where the trees arched like cathedrals, he didn't mind being alone, not anymore.

Because now he could feel Dean nearby, could sense his joy ripple across the forest every time Dean relived a favorite memory—driving the Impala through sunlight, wrestling Sam in the bunker kitchen, watching Bobby polish his guns while grumbling about idiots.

Cas smiled when those memories passed through the air like wind and that was enough, until the first soul came.

A woman, she looked around in awe, barefoot, her hair lit like fire in the Heaven-sunlight, Cas remembered her instantly—dying in a hospital bed. Breast cancer. Late stage. The reaper had been hovering.

Cas had whispered a prayer into her soul and healed her before her husband could lose her, she walked through the blooming orchard with purpose and then stopped—right in front of him.

"You," she said, tears in her eyes and Cas shifted awkwardly, "Yes. I... remember", he said not knowing how to reply.

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him and Cas froze, he has never been hugged by anyone but Dean, Sam and Jack.

"I've never stopped thanking you," she whispered, "Even after I passed years later. I asked to come here. I knew this was yours", she said.

Cas slowly raised his arms and returned the embrace, still stiff, still stunned, "You're welcome," he said, softly, "I... didn't know you remembered", he said.

"Oh," she laughed gently, "We all do", she said and stepped aside and Cas looked up— And saw them.

Dozens. Hundreds. Thousands. Ten thousands. Souls. Faces from every time and place. A boy with a skateboard. A nurse with weary eyes. A child with golden pigtails. A grandfather who once prayed to die before he became a burden. A soldier who'd wept in Cas' arms after the demons fled. A girl who once sat in a park and couldn't walk, and then stood.

They all stood at the edge of the glade now, one by one approaching. Thank you. You saved me. You stayed.

Cas backed up, overwhelmed, "I didn't do it for thanks", he said and knocked onto Dean, who held him steady in his arms, pushing him softly in front again.

"We know," someone said softly, "That's why we're here," said another. A child held out a daisy crown. Cas stared at it, hands trembling.

Then Dean was suddenly beside him, warm and steady, taking his hand, his voice was thick with emotion.

"They remembered you," he whispered, "Even when you didn't remember yourself", he said and Cas looked at him, voice shaking. 

"Why is this so hard?", he asked letting vulnerability slip only for Dean and Dean smiled, eyes glassy, "Because no one ever told you you were worth loving back, well I did, but I loved no matter your darkness, your pain, your disappointment, but they, they love you for all the positivity and what you did", he explained.

Cas broke again, but this time—into joy. He knelt as children hugged him. As elders touched his shoulder with reverence. As warriors bowed their heads. The daisy crown landed gently atop his tousled hair.

He looked ridiculous and divine and Dean wiped his cheek and laughed, "You're such a sap, Angel", he said.

Cas didn't respond, he just looked around at the forest he built, the lives he saved, the souls who still loved him.

"This is... more than I ever dreamed", he whispered and Dean kissed his temple, "You are more than you ever dreamed", he countered softly.

That night, as the stars swayed above and the forest breathed in gold, Dean wrapped his arms around Cas beneath the boughs of a tree older than time.

And whispered against his neck: "You didn't fall, Cas. You rose. Every time you helped someone, you rose", he praised, Cas deserved it, he had treated Cas badly few times, but now he knows, now Cas deserves.

And Cas—soft, shy, luminous—let the weight go, once and for all, because now the garden bloomed with gratitude.

And every soul who passed through Heaven's gates remembered the angel who never asked for thanks—

But received it anyway. Forever. And as fireflies lit the path and the breeze sang with memories, Dean laced his fingers with Cas's.

"We made it, didn't we?", he whispered with so much hope and love in his voice and Cas smiled, eyes shining like stars.

"Yes," he said, "And this time, we get to stay", he said and as they kissed beneath the ancient tree, the silent garden came to life—

Blooming for them both.

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