Collection of Destiel

The Feather I Found

Castiel stared down at the book in his hands. His eyes had been glued to the same word for about an hour, though he never quite processed what the word really was. When he thought of picking up human hobbies, he never thought that it would only be an aching reminder of what he had lost.

The name of the book went unknown to him as he threw it across the room until it cracked against the wall and fell to the ground with a thud. Rage filled his chest until he thought it would bubble and rise through his throat.

Humanity was an enemy that Castiel didn't think he was a match for.

"Hey, Cas." Dean's voice flowed into the room easily, as if it had never left. "What was the big ruckus?"

"Nothing." Castiel stood and straightened out the new plain tshirt he had bought only days ago. Without the feel of khaki in his grasp he missed his old visage. The trench coat was as a part of him as his wings were. "Nothing."

"Right, well we were planning on-"

"I am fine here. I don't want to go out." His voice fell as he turned and stared into the eyes that had always guided him home. "I just want to be alone."

Dean nodded but looked almost hurt. "Okay. There is some leftover pasta in the fridge. You sure you want to be left alone in this big huge bunker?"

It hadn't seemed so small when I had wings, Castiel thought darkly to himself.

"So that's what this is about?"

Castiel closed his eyes and cursed himself for accidentally saying that thought aloud. "Dean-"

"Wait right here." Footsteps left Cas to silence before they returned. "Open your eyes."

"I don't-"

"Cas, for the love of God, open your fucking eyes."

As his eyes opened he gasped. In Dean's outstretched hands was a single black feather, burnt from rebellion. The world became white noise as Castiel closed the distance between them and picked the feather up in his palms. Awe struck and speechless, Cas raised his eyes and met Dean's.

"How'd-"

"Found it in my bed a couple months ago." Dean flushed and rubbed nervously at the back of his neck. "Kept it cause it reminded me of how you'd watch over me. Makes me sleep easier."

"Dean." Cas couldnt help the feelings of joy and love rush through him until he was almost panting. His body collapsed into Dean's arms and he smiled when he was embraced tightly. "Thank you."

"For what?" Dean sniffled slightly before burying his face against Cas' hair.

"For reminding me of my true mission, wings or not."

"And that is?"

"You."