Let Me Save You || Destiel Teen Years AU

Chapter Seven || It Was a Good Idea at the time

Dean and Cas gave up on painting but Sam did a good job. He has 3 out of 4 walls done and Dean and Cas got one wall done.
"Cas and I will sleep in mom and dad's old room and you can sleep on the couch." Dean says to Sam.
"Deeeaaaannn! That isn't fair!" Sam whines.
"It's a leather couch!" Dean protests.
"It's cold!" Sam argues. Dean grabs ome of his old black comforters from the pile of blankets ans pillows and tosses it onto the couch.
"There." Dean says. Sam buries himseld in a nest of blankets and pulls a pillow over his head.
"Bitch." Dean scoffs.
"Jerk!" Sam's muffled voice shouts from under his pile of blankets.
"Goodnight, Sammy." Dean says.
"Goodnight, Dean! Night, Cas!" Sam calls again.
"Night, Sammy." Cas says and follows Dean upstairs. Dean puts a hand on the cold doorknob of his parents bedroom and stops. Cas walks up behind Dean and sets his hands and Dean's sides.
"It's okay, Dean." Cas reassures. Dean nods and swings open the door. He steps into the warm room.
"It's like a little piece of heaven." Dean says.
And I'm here with my angel. Dean thinks and looks to Castiel. His blue eyes shimmer gently with the firelight making him look delicate but fierce.
I shot my own father. I'm a demon. I shouldn't be here. Dean reminds himself. He cleads his throat and tears his gaze away from Cas.
"You can sleep in here. I need to go finish getting rid of my dad's stuff." Dean says. He starts walking but Cas catches his hand.
"Will you come back up when you are done?" Cas asks.
"I don't know when I will be done. Sleep, Cas." Dean says. Cas releases Dean, nods and crawls on the bed gingerly. Dean shuts the door and trots downstairs with the sharp pain from the bullet wound in his leg screams for him to stop moving.
"Dean?" Sam asks.
"I'm going to finish moving Dad's stuff from the basement." Dean says.
"I can't sleep." Sam grumbles. Dean tosses his the remote.
"Watch TV then." Dean says and more or less falls down the stairs to the basementas he leg gives under him.
"Ouch." He hisses quietly as he pushes himself off the wall. He grabs the cases of beer that are stacked against the wall and opens one. He takes a sip and the liquid burns his throat at first but becomes a pleasurable burn after the first few sips. He grabs a box and hauls it out the back door making sure to remain fairly quiet.

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Dean sets down the 3rd bottle of beer that he has completed in 7 hours. Dean checks his watch.
3:12AM
"I'm not even drunk." Dean tells himself with disappointment. He sits on the stairs and leans against the wall.
"I killed my dad though." Dean sighs and looks at his hands in his lap.
"I shot him in the chest. He could have lived. And I stopped that." Dean stares blankly at the stairs.
"It was a good idea at the time." Dean says sadly as tears roll down his cheeks. He drops his head against the wall and falls asleep.