Collection of Destiel

Forgive Me

"Turn off the fucking television!" Dean let his voice raise as he glared down his boyfriend with the intent to settle this dispute.

"No! I will turn it off when I am good and ready! Why don't you take your-" Castiel stood from the couch and started to stomp out toward the kitchen. He didn't know where he was going, but he had to get away from Dean. He needed to breathe and think without being clouded with hatred.

"Oh, you get back here when I am talking to you!" Dean screeched as he stormed into the kitchen to see his boyfriend gripping the sink with his muscles flexed tightly under his gray tee. "You can't just walk away and pray that this goes away."

"I wasn't hitting on that guy." Cas bit out as he felt pain replace the anger. When they came home after the movie, and Dean had furiously accused Cas of hitting on the guy at the concession stand, Cas felt betrayed because he thought Dean trusted him. "I was being nice."

Dean gritted his teeth and felt his protective side burst from his head and replace his sanity. "You smiled at him just like you smile at me."

Cas turned slowly and raised his eyes to meet Dean's with enough pain to drown them both. "How dare you think that I would flirt with someone else? We have been together for six months and I never ever showed interest in someone else. I love you, not that guy at the concession stand. I smiled because he was being nice. I didn't know that I had to categorize my smiles and only show them when you feel it appropriate."

Dean knew that deep down he should be calm, but he couldn't. The mere thought of Cas looking at someone else dug up the feelings of abandonment that Dean tried so desperately to leave behind. "I don't know, Cas. Because you deserve better. Hell, if you went and fucking left me for someone else I wouldn't even be surprised."

Cas recoiled at the words like he got punched. His mouth opened and he stared at Dean with soon to be watery eyes. "How can you say that, Dean?"

"Because it's true." The anger that once pulsed in Dean's ear quieted, and all that was left was this hole that began to ache as he stared into the eyes of the man that he would never be able to survive without. "When I saw you smile at him, I knew that you-"

"Stop." Cas held up his hand and started to pale. "I don't want to even hear any more of this nonsense. I don't care if you go home, or you sleep on my couch, but I can't look at you right now. You really hurt me, Dean Winchester-" When Cas spoke his full name Dean felt like daggers were driving into his heart "-and if we stay here and keep talking then I don't think I will be able to handle it. Please, leave me alone."

Dean watched in numbness as his lover quietly retreated from the kitchen. When Dean heard the bedroom door shut, he let the tears flow that he had bottled up since the moment he saw Cas smile at that guy. It wasn't that he didn't trust his boyfriend, it was that he had always been unable to believe he was good enough for anyone. And when Castiel had agreed to go on one date, Dean never thought he would be standing here six months later. The blue eyed sweetheart was the best thing to ever happen to Dean, and he wasn't ready to lose him.

Collapsing on a kitchen chair, Dean ran his hands through his hair and took deep level breaths to calm his sobs. He didn't want to lose Cas, in fact he knew that losing him would be the biggest mistake of his life. Couples fight, and Dean was confident that this would resolve itself. But now, as his sanity came back, he knew that he was in the wrong. He had hurt Cas more than he ever meant to. Those blue eyes laced with tears was the most gut wrenching thing Dean had ever seen, and he was adamant on making those tears disappear. Even if he had to break his rule and plan a chick flick moment. Dean would go to hell before he lost the only thing that ever made a difference in his life.

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Castiel woke up to the sound of music. It was low and he could definitely hear the strums of an acoustic guitar. As he clawed into consciousness, he began to hear the words of a song that had been playing during Dean and his first date.

"Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time"

A smile emanated across Cas' mouth before he had the chance to remember the fight he had with Dean the previous night. Instead, he was filled with nostalgia of the first date they had been on. Dean had arrived at his house twenty minutes late with a suit that was too tight and a handful of flowers that were already wilting. Cas had found it adorable, the way Dean was nervously fidgeting all during the night and kept making this goofy smile that lit up the whole room.

"It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right,
I hope you had the time of your life."

The resturaunt Dean had driven them too was the most elegant place Cas had ever stepped foot into. During their meal, Cas would catch Dean staring at him and it made his face flush as the whole world had seemed to be a distant memory from a long forgotten dream. That night, while seated at a table with expensive wine and even more expensive dinner plates, Cas had let himself fall into this whirlwind of happiness that had made his whole life change in the best of ways.

"So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos and memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while."

After the dinner was over, Dean had taken Cas' hand gently and led him back to his car. Inside Cas was pleading for a kiss, but Dean had never pressured and maybe that is what Cas loved about him so much in that moment. Dean had never tried to force Cas or rush things. It was a quality that made Dean the best boyfriend Cas had ever had the pleasure to call his own.

"It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right,
I hope you had the time of your life."

Castiel stood up, as he let the song smoothly wash over his heart and mend any damage that had been done last night. A tear fell from his cheek as he recalled back to the two of them sitting in Dean's impala that same night. The night seemed like it couldn't have gotten any better, until Dean turned on the radio and this song came on. And Cas can remember like it was just playing out before him, the way Dean had stolen a glance as the song came to a bittersweet end. The way Dean's eyes had lit with a glow that made Cas' entire world shatter.

"It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right,
I hope you had the time of your life."

No matter what happened, Cas could never forget that night and the way it had made him truly fall in love.

"It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right,
I hope you had the time of your life."

As the guitar strums slowly left the air, Castiel tossed the covers off and had to bite down on his lip to keep himself from crying. Nothing else in that moment mattered except seeing Dean, his Dean, and knowing that everything was okay. As he clawed past his door and rushed down the hallway, the breath was taken from his lungs.

Dean stood in the middle of the living room with a handful of a dozen white roses. The suit he was wearing was the same from that first date, it still stretched over his chest and a couple buttons looked as if they would burst. The sleeves were too short and made it all look the more comical. Cas looked him over and felt his legs start to buckle. When their eyes met, the world was forgotten. The guy at the movie theater was discarded. The words spoken in rage last night were erased.

Dean smiled his goofy smile and even made his hands fidget a little as he gripped tightly to the flowers. Castiel witnessed the same spark from the impala when the song had stopped. It was a moment that would last in their hearts until they breathed their last breath.

"I love you, Castiel."

Cas let out a choked sob as he bolted through the living room and lunged into Dean's arms. Dean chuckled as he held out the roses, so not to damage them, and wrapped a protective arm around his boyfriend's waist. Castiel nuzzled his nose into the warmth of Dean's neck and pressed them together with reckless abandon.

"Can you forgive me?" Dean breathed into Cas' hair and smelled the citrusy shampoo that he grew to love.

"Always."