Samifer One Shots

/Wip5/Only one (Destiel)

Big trigger warnings!

Castiel sat watching Sherlock. He really liked Sherlock because he thought he was a very interesting character, although he sometimes got confused when Sherlock would speak. It was just a normal Friday night...sadly. Cas could hear someone trying to turn the door handle. Knowing it was Dean, he sighed getting up to open it.

"Heyy babbyy." Dean slurred. This was the fourth time this week Dean had come in drunk. Dean looked like he would fall out any minute. Cas reached out to help Dean, only for Dean to slap his hand. "I GOT IT DAMN, I'M NOT THAAAT DRUNKK!" Dean yelled angry that Cas would treat him like that. "I'm sorry Dean I di-" "didn't mean to what? Offend me, well tooo fucking late." With that Dean stumbled off to their room.

Cas stood there hurt and tired. Cas loved Dean so much that it caused him pain to see Dean like this. It hurt him down to his soul. Cas slumped down against the wall next to him and soon tears began to fall one after another. He didn't know what to do. He was losing the man he loved and he couldn't stop it. Cas just wanted his Dean back. He was tired of the arguments and the drinking and feeling like shit. "Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I should just leave. Dean would be better off without me holding him back." Cas heart broke at the thought, but what was he to do? Dean clearly didn't need or want his help. "This is for the best..."

~The Next Morning~

Dean rolled over to give Cas a Morning kiss only to find he wasn't there. "He must be in the kitchen." Dean thought to himself. Dean got up and quickly used the bathroom than brushed his teeth. He jogged down the stairs whistling. "Good morning baby," Dean said turning the corner to the kitchen. Dean was surprised to see Cas not there. Usually Cas would be standing by the coffeemaker, making them both coffee. Dean had an uneasy feeling in his gut, shaking it off Dean looked for a note saying were Cas might have gone.

Dean checked a few rooms but finally walked into the study and found a letter from his angle. Dean could now tell something was off. Deans mind quickly went to dark places. "What if someone kidnapped or hurt him?!" Dean could feel himself getting scared and angry. He would kill anyone who threatened to harm a hair on his Cas's head.

Dean picked up the letter praying Cas was ok. Before he even began to read he noticed that there were stains on the paper like someone had been crying. This hurt dean's heart. Had Cas been crying when he wrote it? Dean couldn't take it anymore more. He began to read.

To dean,

My love, heart, and soul. I love you so much that I don't think you can truly understand it. You are the man I chose to spend the rest of my life with and nothing can ever change that. You showed me happiness when all I knew was pain and loss and I can never thank you enough. You saved me when I was drowning in my fears. You pulled me out and showed me the beauty of this world. All I ever wanted to do was make you happy but lately it seems like the harder I try to love you the more I push you away. We argue all the time and you don't look at me the way you used to and it hurts me so bad. It kills me to think that this is my fault, that I drove you to drink and... hate me. Dean it hurts, it hurts so bad. It seems like now I've accidentally pulled you in with me and now we're both drowning. This is all my fault, so... I thought it be better if I go. That way I can't hurt you any more. I will always love you more than life it self. I'm so sorry for the pain I caused you and please take care."

Cas~

Dean stood there, staring into nothing. His world had just been ripped from under him. Dean no longer had a reason to exist. Dean didn't realize he was crying until he looked down and saw fresh tears next to Castiel's dried up ones. Dean couldn't comprehend what was happening. He felt numb, as if everything was turned off except his heart. Dean realized that Cas was gone and wasn't coming back. Dean felt the pain of his heart breaking for good. Dean screamed. He knocked all the books of the table. He took the chair and smashed it against the wall, sending pieces everywhere. He hated himself. How could he not see Castiel was hurting. How could he be the one to hurt him. He swore on his life to protect him, love him, to be with him every step of the way and he had failed. He continued to the destroy the room until he knocked down a picture, the glass cracking and sticking out. It was a picture of him and Cas at there wedding.