Destiel One Shots

All It Takes AU

"Dean!"

"Mphhh..."

"I swear to the high heavens Dean Winchester if you don't wake up from 12 hours of sleep and help me find my glasses I swear will fight you!"

This was certainly not how Dean expected to be woken up in the morning. Oh well, he couldn't do anything about his boyfriends crazy sleep schedule. And Cas wouldn't really fight him, the small, nerdy guy who was always pretending he was feisty when he was just a 6 foot cacophony of facts and fun. Dean found it adorable. Cas just scowled back.

Dean suddenly felt a dip in the bed, which gave him little time to prepare for the fluffy pillow coming down on his shoulder and chest hard. "Now will you help me?!" Cas demanded.

Reclining into Cas' side of the bed, Dean lowly grunted and buried his head in between their pillows. He was expecting Cas to immediately start bugging him again, but for a while nothing came. Dean smirked as he began drifting off again.

It was only the loud thump from what sounded like the kitchen that concerned Dean, making him come to his senses. "Cas?" he softly called out, voice husky. When there was no reply he got more anxious about what could've become of his catastrophe of a boyfriend.

He rubbed his eyes, sitting up and pulling the sheets off of him. "Cas, you all right man?" he shouted, loud enough to echo from the kitchen. Shit. No reply.

That's when he sobered up from sleep, blinking wildly and ignoring how dizzy he felt when he abruptly stood up. In the red sunrise kissed apartment he found his way to where he thought he heard the thud originate from. Frantically he searched, his eyes accustomed to the dim rooms.

There, on the floor, lay Castiel. Unconscious and sprawled out. Dean's body completely froze for a moment; goddamn it why was he so timid and still in fear?

Eventually he found himself collapsing by Cas' side, holding his torso and head in his arms and cradling them gently. He ran his hand through Cas' hair. It felt weird seeing Cas without glasses, let alone stroking through his raven mess without his fingers catching them.

Cas was breathing - that was a good thing. But he wasn't exactly responding to the small kisses Dean was peppering on his face. Dean felt useless as he no idea what to do in this situation. All he could think was is Cas going to be all right? Is he going to remember me? What's happened? It's all my fault...

It didn't take long of Dean rocking slightly and whispering 'I'm sorry' repeatedly before Cas' eyelids fluttered open.

His eyes went wide as he recognised Dean above him and Dean could sob with joy that Cas had awoken.

"Cas, you son of a bitch, what were you thinking?" Dean muttered quickly before pressing his lips on his boyfriends, sweet and chaste.

Cas sat up in his arms but groaned; his head ached still, and he felt like he'd been hit with a car. He didn't realise that he was crying.

"I-I thought that you'd hidden them as a joke, and that t-they'd be up there because only you can reach up that high," Cas sobbed. Dean felt his heart crush agonisingly, torturously piece by piece. "S-So I must've slipped, b-because I can't see, obviously." He took a moment and sniffled.

"Cas, I would never hide them from you. They're just misplaced, okay?" Dean tried to reason but with every syllable he spoke he felt like he was being stabbed in the chest, poison in his words even if he did nothing. He wiped Cas' eyes and hugged him like he wasn't going to let go. "I'm so sorry. I'll help you find them, huh? Your stupid boyfriend will help you now."

"All it took was me to fall," Cas rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry, babe. Just trust me when I say I'll never hide them, I know how heavily dependant you are on them. This is the last thing I wanted and you...you could've hit your head real hard there, Cas. What-What if you died."

Cas took in a deep breath. "Stop being so melodramatic and find my glasses for me, you idiot."

Dean leaned back a little, intimidated but holding a smile. Cas was back. "Okay. And I'll make you breakfast."

"U-huh." Cas used Dean's shoulder as leverage to stand up. He hobbled at first but soon found his balance, holding onto walls to find his way back to the bedroom.

"For the rest of the week?"

"Hmmm...?"

"And dinner," Dean said desperately. Fuck, he felt guilty.

When he'd escorted Cas safely onto their bed he began to check under everything for Cas' thick rimmed, black glasses. They'd normally be by his bedside table but for some reason they weren't.

"Dean?" Cas yawned.

"Yeah."

"I love you. You know that?"

He went still. They'd never said that before. Not the 'L' word. It'd been a year and Dean was sure he felt it but saying it out loud...Cas could maybe not feel the same. It was a terrifying prospect and Dean couldn't take the chance. But here he was, having it said to him for the first time.

"Is this...is this because of what I said earlier about...about you dying?" Dean asked with caution. Cas nodded and looked down. "I feel, you know, the same."

"You do?"

"I've wanted to say that for a long time..."

"And all it took was me to fall."

Dean beamed and crawled across the bed to where Cas was cross legged. He cupped Cas' jaw with one hand and kissed him hard. Like the end of the world was coming, like it was the last thing they would do, like they were going to die today. Luckily, though, they didn't. Not for a very, very long time.