Destiel One Shots

All Too Well pt. 2 AU

A/N a happy ending because we need more happiness.

It was Fall when we got together. I feel it's rather nostalgic that I finally return it during Fall again. Admittedly years too late. But Cas wouldn't mind. He'd probably laugh, even.

I managed to get Cas' new address from Sam, torturing him until he told all.

Now I'm standing here with that stupid scarf in one hand and aged a lot more than last time we'd both looked each other in the eyes. I probably look much older now, I wonder how Cas looks? Most likely the gorgeous man I left behind.

It's been half a minute since I knocked and suddenly there's shuffling behind the door. The handle twists, the door opens and out steps an older version of my ex-boyfriend.

He's matured beautifully. He's not even 30 yet, but he has few laugh wrinkles beside his eyes and he's bright and hopeful. He's also got ruffled, messy hair and wearing a black v-neck, completing the lazy day look with dark grey sweatpants.

"Heyya, Cas, how's it goin'?" I feel like I've been caught I've got caught in the headlights but I speak quickly to disguise my anxiety. Playing it cool and smooth.

"Dean," he breathes, clinging to the door with one hand.

"I, uh, brought your scarf back...thought I'd give it to you in person."

"It's been 7 years since I left it there and you only just now return it," he half chuckles, putting his hand out to receive the accessory. I tentatively hand it over with a small and hopefully look on my face. After a bit of shoe shuffling in awkwardness, Cas tilts his head at me. "Is there another reason you are here, out of the blue?"

"Uh, yeah. How's your boyfriend?" I raise my eyebrows. I don't know if he's taken but this is the best way of knowing.

If Cas could find a way to look more confused, he would find it. And he still looked like the cutest little kitten - I've got to stop thinking about him like that. "I...I don't have a boyfriend," he replies.

Great. "Good, I mean okay, yes, right...so-"

"I used to," he gruffly says, pointedly looking at me. "Until he told me it was over via cell."

"Cas," I say it like a plead, like a prayer. How much had I fucked Cas up for him to have this level of resentment for me? "Cas. Truth is...I...." I take in a deep breath, catching a glimpse of his hopeful eyes spurring me on to say something. Something we both feel, I think. "If you would let me I would like to be back in your life."

"Is that so?"

"I didn't have my life together, I-I was a mess. I should've known better, should've changed what I said, how I said it, let you into my life more, told you a million and one things that I love about you and kept you by my side through it all. But I'm better now. I promise. I just needed time and for me, letting you go was my last resort."

He just stared at me with that poker face while I poured my heart out.

"Please, Cas, let me prove I'm worth a second chance, all those memories we created together, I remember it all...I'm still in love with you. I wanna know if that spark is still there in you."

Anything would hurt less that the quietness he gives me.

We're caught in this stance, him slightly taller than me, still standing in the house while I'm begging for him to let me hold him once more beneath.

He opens his mouth like he wants to say something but then closes it. He looks down and twiddles his fingers.

It was worth a try. Something in me still hoped he'd accept this, or say anything. But if that's how it is I'll just drink it down and wait for Sam to talk me into moving on.

I begin to turn around but he makes a choked off sound and reaches out, barely touching me but still asking me to stay.

His hand eventually rests on my shoulder. At this normal height he's shorter than me, still. I used to tease him about that. That hand moves to cup my cheek and I keen into it. I almost forgot how perfectly if fit. How it felt against my skin.

"Dean...if you dare leave me again..." he can't finish his sentence but I know what he means. I broke him before, in doing so broke myself, and I'm not planning on doing that again.

"I know. I won't."

We step closer, my hand comes up and I touch his chin, caressing it gently. As he smiles shyly and looks like he can't believe what he's seeing, I hook that hand around his neck and bring our heads together and rest them there.

No words are needed for the language of love. It's physical and purely between us two beings. I remember this, the flow of us moving together, our routines, our belonging and sense of purpose, our lives revolved around this and this is the realist thing that I've ever known.

I love him so much it drives me crazy and as soon as he places his lips on mine I know he feels the same.

"We need to talk," Cas mutters after pulling back.

I don't care the price. I'm home again.