Our Story//Destiel AU

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Since we had just moved in I was helping unpack some boxes and found one that was supposed to be in another room, but I go through it anyway. It was a bunch of different stuff I haven't seen before such as, a small limp stuffed cat, a bracelet that seemed to be handmade, and a journal. Curious, I pull out the tattered and old journal and flip through the pages seeing there were written words on almost every page. I read the first page,

Cas,
I know how much you love writing so here you go.
I love you so much, angel.
                    -Dean

"Hey, Daddy!" I call out.

"What is it sweet heart?" He asked as he walked in.

"Was this Dad's?" I ask him examining every inch of the brown leather book in my hands, being gentle with the fragile pages.

I look up at him and see a sad smile. He comes over next to me and sits down carefully taking the journal and holding it in his hands.

"Yeah." He replied with a sigh as he rubbed his thumb gently over the note on the first page.

"Can you read it to me?" I ask him not sure wether it would hurt him or not. I was 15 so it wasn't like I couldn't read it. I just wanted to hear the words from him.

"...sure." He answered after a small moment of silence.

He gently turned the page and began reading.

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Dean's been my best friend since high school and for the longest time I had wanted to tell him I liked him but he didn't seem like the guy to like me back. Although there had been some moments between us where I've noticed something different, I just couldn't get that small thought of him hating me after I told him, out of my head. Such as when we hold eye contact for what feels like eternity. I always had the moments where I just want to hug him so tight and never let him go. Such as this one time during the summer before senior year.

• Dean was working on the impala, his hands greasy, beads of sweat sporadically on his forehead, towel draped over his shoulder. I had no clue about cars at the time so I'd just sort of sit on the side and help him with the small things.

"Hey, Cas?"

"Yes, Dean?"

"Can you start it?" He said handing me the keys. "Be careful."

"Of course." I chuckled.

I got in and tried starting the impala. Nothing. I shake my head no and he holds up a finger as if to say "hold on". I see him mess with a few more things inside the front.

"Now try."

I turn the keys and low and behold it starts up. Dean shouts with excitement.

"Thanks, buddy." He says with a goofy smile before sliding his hands down the  sides of my face and holds in laughter.

I wipe a finger on my cheek and see the black grease.

"Dean!" I laugh trying to get as much of the grease off from my face as possible and wipe it on his cheek.

This went on and on. It even escalated to the point where we were throwing dirt and playing with the water hose.

As we were running I had tripped making us both fall on top of each other. I immediately apologize and scramble off of him seeing as I fell on Dean.

"It's alright." He laughed.

"I didn't mean to. I slipped and wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry." I apologize again.

"Cas, it's okay." He chuckled again this time putting an arm around my shoulder. "This was fun. We'll have to do something like this again." He smiled picking a few pieces of grass off my knee.

As my cheeks grew hot I tried my best to resist the urge to lean into him and put my head on his shoulder.

"Come on let's get cleaned up and dried off." He stood and held out a hand which I took and he helped me up.

But I think I should start from where it all began.