Collection of Destiel

Matching Marks

This is based on a post I reblogged where every time someone falls in love a red mark appears on their wrist. If love is requited, it turns black and if their love dies then it turns into a scar. Hope you enjoy. I loved the idea so much I just had to write something for it.

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"Pass me the remote." Dean slouched further on the couch andcrossed his ankles over the coffee table. Of course his best friend would turn on a nature documentary when he asked to find something interesting on television.

"But Dean-" Cas whined as he handed over the remote with a sad drooped frown.

Rolling his eyes, Dean grabbed the remote but let it fall onto his thigh. "Fine. But the second this is over we are changing the channel."

Cas hummed with contentment as he burrowed himself down into the sofa and let his eyes glue themselves to the beautiful shots of winter fallen mountains. The two of them sat in silence as the narrator talked about nature and all the things Dean could honestly care less about. But what he liked was to stare over at his best friend and watch as his eyes would light up with new information.

The two of them had been friends since elementary school. Both rambunctious children, though Dean turned into more of a lone wolf and Cas turned into a shy little nerd. But the two of them never seemed to be able to break the friendship they had. Dean had little friends but he never realized how much Cas meant to him until that moment when Cas began to giggle as a baby goat climbed a steep mountain side.

That giggle had haunted many of his dreams, it had kept him sane through teenage hormonal crisis'. Castiel had been the only thing that kept Dean Winchester from dropping out of high school and going on the run.

A tingling sensation started to work its way inside Dean's inner left arm. Curious, he rolled up his sleeve to see that there was a mark on his wrist. Not any mark, but THE mark. The little red reminder of love.

He jumped from the couch as if it was made from fire and sprinted from the room. This couldn't be happening to him. Dean Winchester did not fall in love. When his friends all gained red marks, he always kept himself at a distance. He had even blackened a few marks in his day from girls who thought they could change him. But now, now it was on his wrist. Now it was a blinding red that didn't come off as he hunched on the bathroom floor and clawed at it until his skin was raw and aching.

A knock pounded at the door. "Dean!? Dean, are you okay!?"

Dean closed his eyes and breathed as deeply as he could without making himself sick. There had to be someone else. This mark had to be for someone else. It couldn't be for Cas. It couldn't be. That would mean that he would wear a black mark on his arm for the rest of his life because there was no way that Castiel would love him back.

Cas was sweet and kind. He was the type of person who stopped on the side of the road to help a turtle cross. He was the type of person who adopted a hundred cats and sat inside and crocheted. He would meet a nice person and they would love him the way he needed to be loved. He didn't deserve to be with someone destructive like Dean.

Tears overflowed his cheeks before he could help it. Hiccups erupted from his throat as the line mocked him through his peripherals. He wanted the world to go away, he wanted this mark gone, and he wished it had never happened. Why couldn't this have just been any other day? Why did he have to fall in love with his best friend?

"Dean! Open up or I am going to... I'm going to break down this door."

A chuckle left Dean's lips despite himself. "Go ahead and try."

There was a slight pause and then the sound of something scrapping the door. It took a moment to realize that Cas had collapsed outside the door. "Dean, please let me in. Tell me what is wrong."

"Cas-" Dean's voice gave out as his vision cleared and he could see the red mark perfectly on his arm. His pulse beat so quick underneath that it looked like the mark was alive. "You're never gonna want to see me again."

"You know that isn't true." Cas was patient and soft spoken, but Dean could hear the worry etched into every word. "Dean, please come out."

But he couldn't. He couldn't let Cas see the mark and then curse him out. He wouldn't watch his best friend walk out of his life because he happened to fall in love with him. "I have a mark, Cas."

There was a long pause and an intake of breath. "Oh."

Dean waited but when nothing else came he closed his eyes and tried to calm the tears still threatening to erupt. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. You're just so cute and you giggled and I just thought that you were everything I had and then-"

"Wait, what?"

"I love you." Dean curled in on himself and prayed that Cas wouldn't say anything, that he would just leave without a goodbye and maybe that would be easier. "I'm sorry."

"Dean, please open the door." Cas pleaded with almost happiness.

Dean scrunched his face in confusion. Wasn't Cas supposed to be upset? His hands worked before his mind and he unlocked the door before he could help his curiosity. The door swung open and Cas was sitting on the floor staring up at him with watery big blue eyes. Without a word shared between them, Cas reached down and pulled up the sleeve of his white button down. Underneath, right where Dean's mark was, there was a pulsing red line of Cas' own wrist.

"But-" Confusion clouded Dean's thoughts.

"It's been there for two years now. At first I didn't know who it was for because I didn't think I loved anyone. It wasn't until I grew up a bit that I realized my feelings for you wasn't because we were best friends. It was because I loved you more than that. I never showed you because I thought you would hate me for it. I knew that you ran from love and I didn't want you to run from me. I was waiting..." Cas dropped his eyes. "I was waiting for the day it would turn black."

Dean was struck to his spot. All rational thoughts leaped from his bounds as he closed the distance between them and almost pounced on his best friend. they erupted in relieved laughter as Dean rolled on top of Cas and wrapped him in a bear of a hug.

"I love you. I don't ever want this mark to turn black. I never want it to scar. I love you so much, Cas. So much." Dean blurted everything out because he was too happy to not say it. Tomorrow and the next day would be better than any before because he had this red mark and so did Cas.

Cas leaned up and kissed him sweetly. "I love you, too. I always have and I always will."

They laid in the bathroom hallway for what felt like hours just kissing and holding each other. When Dean's parents came home they showed them their marks. It seemed everyone knew that it would happen, except themselves. When nightfall came Castiel crawled into Dean's bed and slept in the only arms he would ever know the feel of.

"I love you so much, Cas. I'm gonna be so good for you." Dean whispered more as a prayer as his eyes fluttered shut and he clung on to the smile that matched the one pressed into his neck.