My Fallen Angel (Destiel AU)

Chapter 2

Cas would always remember that night as the beginning of the best chapter of his life. Balthazar had dropped the two of them off, speeding off with a hasty “Have fun!” called out the window. Even as he drove away, Cas could see his mischievous grin. He was so obsessed about Castiel’s love life. It was a little unnerving.

“So… You going to invite me in?” Dean asked, turning to Cas with a wolfish grin. His cheeks were caked in blood, and his left eye was framed with splotches of black and blue. Cas frowned and reach a hand up to wipe away some of the crimson that had stained his skin.

“Yeah, right. I… I forgot.” He stammered, eyes shifting from Dean to the apartment building beside them. The air was cool and refreshing, and Cas basked in its soothing touch against his flushed cheeks. Dean chuckled and grabbed his hand with his own. Castiel jumped slightly, but immediately relaxed into the touch. It felt nice. Natural, like walking barefoot on dew-coated grass with the wind in your hair. It was a feeling he would not mind getting used to. With his free hand he fished his keys from his pocket and lead Dean to the door.

As soon as they were inside, Dean flopped onto the nearest couch with a groan. He really looked awful, his cheek was swollen and his eyes were sunken. The bruises were really beginning to show up, marking almost every inch of skin. It made Cas sick, and as he kneeled down and dapped away the blood from Deans face, his hands shook.

“What, you squeamish or something?” Dean asked, occasionally flinching away from Castiel’s hand. He’d mutter an apology, and go back to cleaning.

“A bit. But its not the blood that is bothering me.” Castiel finally said. He kept his eyes on his hands as we worked. Dean laughed.

“Then what’s wrong?”

Cas squirmed and set the bloody cloth down. He sighed.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt…” He admitted. Deans face creased with confusion and slight amusement as he asked “Why?”

“Because.” Cas said stubbornly.

“Because you think I’m damn hot?” Dean replied teasingly, grinning into Cas’s eyes. Again, Castiel squirmed, but he couldn’t resist a smile.

“Because I don’t like seeing people hurt.” Cas shrugged. It was true, but it was something more with Dean. He could already feel himself slowly falling for him, despite having just met it. Maybe he was just drunk.

“Well, babe, if you’re going to be mine you’re going to have to get used to it.” Dean laughed as Castiels head snapped up at the word ‘mine’. “I am not exactly what you’d call a ‘good boy’.” Dean continued.

“Who said I was going to be yours?” Cas asked, leaning back. He clenched his sweaty hands in his lap again, and bit his tongue. He was quivering with anticipation.

“Your eyes. Your lips. Basically your body language has been screaming it at me since I first saw you. I can’t just sit here and let your adorable ass slip out of my life.”  Deans voice had dropped to a low, husky whisper. His eyes smouldered, and he crawled off the couch to where Cas was seated. Again, he took his fists in his hands and held them tightly and securely. The pounding of his heart was blaring in Castiel’s ears, and his breath was coming in quick gasps as Dean leaned forward, closing the space between their lips. He panicked. What is he did something wrong? What if he was a bad kisser and Dean was repulsed by him? Before Cas could really say anything, Dean had claimed with lips with his own. Surprisingly, it felt just as natural and easy as it had been holding his hand. It was simpler, actually. The world around them seemed to fade away as Cas melted into the kiss, throwing his arms around Deans neck. He pressed him close, and as their lips moved together he drank in the smell of Dean. The warmth of his body against his felt so right that Castiel almost forgot that he had only known him for a short time. It felt as if they’d been together for years. Finally, Dean pulled away, breathing hard.