A Good Kind of Different [Destiel]

Chapter 25- Dean

After Dean had finally sealed his love for his newlywed wife, Jo, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of two figures, standing up on the hill that encased the small valley where the ceremony was being held. After the crowd whooed and yelped, Dean took a clearer look at the two men. One of them looked familiar. And it was the same man that had kissed him all that time ago in the hospital when he woke up.

Dean wasn't going to admit it, but he rather liked it when he did. Alas, he had a new start. He just was married to a beautiful woman, and he wasn't going to let a small flutter of the heart screw that up.

So he pushed those feelings down- deep down. And smiled, milling around the guests.

By the time the party started dying down, he left with Jo and on the way up to the suite, he closed his eyes briefly.

And something sparked.

A flash of these vibrant blue eyes. Something sparked.

And he remembered him. Everything. The way Cas made him feel when he slept next to him, he remembered the way he kissed him in the back of his car, he remembered the lake, he remembered when he was going to go home to propose to him. He had fallen in love with Cas all over again.

Jo must have noticed Dean acting strangely, so she jerked him out of his thoughts by looping her skinny little arms around her new husbands waist.

"Dean, honey.. what's wro-ong?" she purred.

Dean looked up at her with guilt and confusion.

"This is all wrong.. I'm sorry. I need to go find Cas and tell him I love him. Did you see him? He looked so thin..."

"Excuse me? Him? Are you telling me you are in love with another man, because if that's so-" Dean cut her off there with a kiss on the cheek.

"Yes, Jo! And sorry! I just need to find Cas!" he raced out and climbed into the Impalas window, whipped out his phone to text his brother.

'To Sam:

SAMMY!!1! I REMEMBER. PLZ TELL ME YOU KEPT TABS ON CAS!! WHERE IS HE??????'

Dean anxiously waited, fingers drumming on his steering wheel.

He was going to get Cas back.

He was going to hug him and kiss him and tell him he's sorry. And they'd get married and be together forever. Adrenaline pulsated through his veins. He was soon interrupted from his thoughts by a beep from his phone.

'From Sam:

Grandbury Street, appartment 221 C. If he's not there, his neighbors usually poke around over there. You can ask them.'

Dean didn't bother replying, but rather raced over to the address. It wasn't too far.

He hopped out of the car, ran up the stairs and vigorously rapped on the door.

No answer.

He ran back and climbed up the fire escape. This window had to be to his place. He climbed in.

There was a picture Dean had taken of the two of them set on the mantel.

"CAS, BABY. WHERE ARE YOU? I REMEMBER! I REMEMBER EVERYTHING!"

Just then he saw a folded up peice of paper lying on the table.

"Cas..?"

He walked over to it, picked it up and began to read. To himself, at first.

"A length of rope and I ought to hang myself w-wi-..." the last words dribbled out of his mouth as his eyes clouded with the tears he wiped from his face with the back of his wrist.

"N-no!" he frantically rushed around the cramped little area, coming across a small closet, opening it and stopping abruptly. He choked out a yelp.

He carefully removed Castiel from his make-shift collar and laid him gently on the floor. He was bent over him, holding and caressing him. He kissed him and smothered his lifeless body with apologies and a salty wetness that seeped from his eyes as he carded his fingers through his soft, dark hair.  He kissed him so many times, hoping to God that true loves kiss would bring him back as it did in all the stories.

But this was reality. And this was no story.

"Oh, Castiel.." he whimpered "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry I didn't remember you. I'm so sorry. I know how much it must've hurt when I pushed you off- Oh, Cassie.." Dean was sobbing, cradling Cas' body close to his own as he racked his body with the pathetic sobs where you cannot breathe and your jaw hangs loose as you squeak there, gasping for air.

"CASTIEL!! DAMN IT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!" he screamed in one last attempt to wake him.

A slow emerged from the doorway behind him as he whipped his head around to learn who the clapping belonged to.

Michael.

"Wow... do you know how amusingly pathetic that looked? I mean, really? Did you really think that after all that happened he'd just sit around and wait for you?" he barked out a cold, dry laugh that was filled with bitterness and venom. "I mean, honestly, Dean. I knew you wouldn't remember in time to save him, but did you really think he'd be alive?!" he sneered, angry and possibly on the verge of tears.

Dean slowly stood up, carefully placing Castiel on his bed, before trudging over to glare at Michael dead in the eye. He was intimidating.

"If you..." he searched for words "If you were HALF the man Castiel was-" Dean didn't get to finish his sentance before Michael had him pinned up against the wall by his suit jacket lapels and started to shout at the Winchester.

"'IF I WAS HALF THE MAN WAS-' WHAT?! HMM... TELL ME, DEAN. WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE? YOU DONT THINK I TRIED TO HELP MY BROTHER EVEN THOUGH OUR FAMILY DISOWNED HIM AND WAS UNHAPPY WITH HIS DECISIONS DOESN'T MEAN I LOVED HIM ANY LESS! SO GO AHEAD, DEAN. GO AHEAD AND TELL ME I DIDN'T LOVE MY LITTLE BROTHER!" Michael cried. Literally. Tears streamed down his face as he dropped Dean from the wall and hobbled over to sit by his brother, shaken.

"I'm... going to go now.." Dean stated, his voice cracking.

Michael remained silent and stayed there sitting like a statue next to Castiel, grasping his hand.

"Ya know, Michael... he did love you, too. Some days I'd come home and find him crying about how much he missed you... and Gabriel, your opinions aside.."

Dean shuffled out of Castiel's apartment. He went out to his car, and drove.

He drove out to that same lake.

Ready to die, he walked out to it.

"Cas, you aren't taking this journey alone."

End

-Author's Note-

Thank you, all for reading my little story. I hope you have enjoyed it. I added this last bit due to popular demand, and I am glad I could share this with you all and would like to dedicate this last chapter to @ doitforthefangirls. She was the one who was so unnervered by the ending that had written most of this final chapter. I appreciate all of you who have read this and am thankful to see that people actually like to read what I have to say. Writing is a nice little niche and I think I have finally taken a liking to it.

Farewell, comrades.

And thank you for your time.