Collection of Destiel

Carry On

MiniPrompt from anon: WHAT IF DEAN WAS WALKING INTO THE BUNKER AND CAS DANCING IN THE LIVING ROOM TO CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON AND THEY JUST DANCED SLOWLY TO THAT SONG

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"Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man,
Well, it surely means that I don't know."

The words were clearly ringing out the moment Dean pushed open the front door of the bunker. Instantly Dean was hit with Kansas nostalgia that made his knees tense and his back ache. The steady beat from the song matched the thudding heart in his chest. It had been years since he heard this song, not since the night he was out driving his impala and contemplating quitting the hunting life. Now, standing just inches in the doorway, Dean closed his eyes and let the lyrics and soothing voice calm his raging mind.

"On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune,
But I hear the voices say."

There was another voice, lower and instantly recognizable, that melodized perfectly into the song. Dean's breathing hitched as he imagined his fallen angel hearing these words and singing along. It meant that Cas knew this song, that Cas had heard it enough to know the words. An ache filled Dean's body as he willed his legs to move and found himself standing in the doorway of their living room. Opening his eyes slowly, the scene before him took his breath completely away.

"Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more no!"

Castiel was in an old pair of Dean's sweat pants, a few rips down the sides. His hips, once used to support the weight of heaven, were slowly grinding the air in a mesmerizing circle. The ex-angels arms were wrapped tightly around his bare chest as if clingy to anything for support. Lastly, Dean's eyes fell on Cas' face. The face that should be wrinkled and worn, but now looked like a glowing vision of youth. A small smile dancing along his face causing his nose to crinkle in the softest of places. Castiel looked downright beautiful swaying to the music.

"Carry on,
You will always remember
Carry on,
Nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you."

The way Cas' lips curled over every word and his breathing began to lighten made Dean's body start to melt. The song wasn't even important anymore, it was just Castiel that seemed to make Dean's eyes water. Taking a deep breath, Dean stepped forward with all the strength he had and wrapped his arms around Cas' shoulders. Cas stilled as his eyes fluttered open and met Dean's with a small smile that would melt the heart of any demon in hell.

"Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry,
Don't you cry no more,
No more!"

Cas untangled his own arms and wrapped them around Dean's waist. This moment was the one where Dean knew in his heart that he loved the man in his arms. It wasn't when Cas raised him from hell, or when they were in Purgatory, or even when Cas died... it was this moment. The shorter man sighed deeply and set his cheek against Dean's chest. As the song came to a close, Dean felt panic for even thinking of letting go. But to his surprise, the opening chords began again.

"Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more."

Their bodies swayed in perfect harmony to the melody. Dean could feel Cas' heart beating against him as the words slipped both of their lips. More tears rose in Dean's throat and broke his composure. Holding Cas, with Cas holding back, was at the top of Dean's favorite moments in history. Warm breath brushed Dean's neck as he felt warm lips press to his throat.

"Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say."

"I love you, Dean."

"Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more."

"I love you, too, Cas."

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