Diary Of A Suicidal Angel |Destiel|

Chapter five: Sam

Two months, two weeks and a day after moving into the bunker.
Dear Diary,
Yesterday, I told Dean again. He knew. Also, he explained to me that the interrupted moment in the hospital was all him. Later that night I even opened up to him about the self harm I've inflicted upon myself. He was completely understanding, but I had to promise him that I wouldn't do it anymore.

I ended up using the restroom and Dean found my journal. He read all of it during the time that I was gone. (Guess that's what happens when a highly trained Men of Letters slash Hunter reads your journal.) When I came back, Dean's lips found their way to mine. He told me that he was in love with me and that he always has been. We talked about it and ended up cuddling the whole night while we watched a movie. Today is supposed to be a day off for the Winchester brothers and I.
He's still sleeping, but I managed to write without waking him. He's so beautiful. I can't keep my eyes off of him, even though I'm writing...I'll write more later. Sleeping Dean Winchester is more appealing. ;)

I smile at Dean's sleeping figure. His snores are soft and luxurious. He was laying on his stomach.
Suddenly, I felt liquid drip down my upper lip. Sighing, I grab a tissue from the nightstand and hold it up to my nose. I repeat the action two more times just to be safe. I already knew what it was. Blood.
My nose was bleeding. It did every once in awhile, just never around Sam or Dean.
The door to the room Dean and I were both in opened. Sam walks in and takes a deep breath, not looking in the room just in case he sees something he shouldn't. Thank goodness for that.
"There's a case nearby, I could use some help from you and Dean."
"On it." Dean said, his voice was muffled by the pillow. Getting up, he doesn't look at me, but I can see that he is smiling into the pillow.
"Hey Cas. How'd you sleep?"
I smile.
"I slept well, how about you?"
"Pretty great. Hey, you okay?" Aaaand, he's looking in my direction.
"Yes, it's just a nose bleed. I'll be fine." I reply as Dean goes into the bathroom. I painfully make my way to the one on the other side of the bunker. My bones felt like they actually hurt, I was also getting tired quicker. Taking a quick shower, I hurriedly make my way out and dry myself off. While I was in there, I saw a dark, yellow-purple bruise on my right thigh.
I brush my teeth, then look around for my trench coat.
When I can't find it, I wrap the towel around my waist.
I open the door and return to my room.
In there, I see a fully clothed Dean.
"I must've forgotten to grab my trench coat, I couldn't find it in the bathroom."
"Why not wear something different? You're human, humans wear more than one set of clothing. Don't get me wrong, you look great in the trench coat, but it's starting to smell. I put it and your white button up in the washing machine. The rest of your suit is at the dry cleaners. Hope that's okay." Dean smiles.
I nod.
"That's great, Dean. Thank you."
"Here." Dean hands me a folded black t-shirt and khaki shorts. I take them and drop the towel.
"Whoa." I hear Dean whisper. I chuckle quietly.
I get dressed and put on a pair of flip flops I found in Dean's closet.
"Wow, you two didn't stay in the closet for nothing. Cas, you look great, buddy." Sam walks in with a plaid grey flannel and blue jeans, his usual attire.
"Thanks Sam, Dean gave them to me." I smile at Dean.
"Speaking of "closet" don't you have one you need to come out of?" Dean winks at Sam.
Sam blushes, then leaves the room.