Destiel One Shots

Drive

He wasn't sure what exactly changed his mind as he drove. The fact that despite his own choices, his free will to escape guilt, pain and regret, the pulling ache in his heart wrenched him to turn the stiff wheel back around was a profound enough statement to his own heart.

Human heart, he had to correct himself. Well, of course, he then had to ask: was it his mind or his heart that turned him around?

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Dean sighed unsettlingly, tapping faster on the table with two calloused fingers to the best of a song he couldn't recall. Sam was opposite, mirroring Dean's position: hunched over lore, of course.

They'd had nothing for weeks, which was unnerving enough, but hearing nothing from Cas for even longer was what was really getting under Dean's skin. Blue eyes tortured every waking second and only blurred in half-remembered dreams. There was no escape, from feelings and action he needed to take.

"He'll be back," Sam softly said into the piercingly silent room.

Dean shuffled in his seat, opening his mouth to retort that he didn't know what his brother was saying, or that he didn't care much. But Sam knowing these things cut him off before he had a chance to downplay his emotions.

"I know. You should probably stop treating him like he isn't family in front of me though. And soothe your mind, just gotta have a little faith in the guy, that's all."

Damn Sammy and saying what Dean couldn't. Damn him and his intelligence. Apart from one thing; family is not how Dean would put it entirely. Sure, if Dean didn't want something deeper, more...intimate. Something he didn't want to think about touching with a 10 foot pole at times.

"So what do we do? Just wait around for him to turn up? If he even does turn up!" Dean found himself yelling. Sam's eyes widened almost comically, raising his arms in defence. "I-I'm sorry, I just..."

"Hey, I get it," Sam soothed, "Dean, you need to have a long look at your feelings towards him, that's all I'm trying to get at here."

Before Dean could argue back how completely wrong Sam was, I mean how could he even suggest such a thing by questioning my own highly reliable commentary about my feelings and sexuality, there was a loud thud from the entrance, followed by padding of cautious, calculated footsteps.

The brothers shared a look before standing up so fast their chairs slid back, drawing their guns in sync and pointing it at the top of the stairwell.

When Dean's eyes focused, he felt like all the wind in his lungs had been knocked out of his chest.

"Cas, what the hell man?! I nearly shot you!" Dean shouted, lowering his weapon and tucking it in his back pocket.

Sam did the same, sighing happily before glancing between his brother and said ex-Angel. "Yeah Cas, maybe a bit of warning before you show up...left Dean unprepared."

Dean shot him a look of pure death all the while Castiel was making his way down to his friends. Once he reached the bottom, he heard a chocked off moan come from the unmistakable throat of Dean.

It was all coming back to Dean now, Cas thought. Cas had been so torn up, both physically and mentally after his fall, and neither Winchester knew how to help him.