Broken Hatred- destiel•

Chapter Two.

"The feelings aren't mutual if you actually wanted to know, Dean Winchester might be bisexual but i don't think he would ever go for an angel like me. I'm just not his type, unfortunately. Sometimes i sit on my bench, which just so happens to be the one i'm sitting on as i write this, but anyways, i sit here and just think. I think of what it is like to be loved by this gorgeous, green eyed male, I wonder how his lips would feel pressed against mine in the moonlight while a soft sprinkle rains down hitting our warm skin. I wonder how my hand would fit in his as we walk down a sidewalk though a small park in Michigan, maybe Ohio. To be honest i could care less on where we were. As long as im with Dean, my hero, my sunshine, mister Winchester. Oh god, i thought of that one movie Fifty Shades of Grey, that Dean and Sam made me watch. It was quite awkward if you ask me.
Off topic.
Anyways, I truly love this man, with all of my heart. I dont know what i love most about him though. if its his sparkling emerald green eyes, dirty blonde always well fixed hair-"

"Cas." Deans voice rings inside my head. I couldn't help but smile, he sounds so beautiful saying my name, i cant even describe.

Immediately i shoot from my bench tucking my small notebook inside of my jacket, Dean is there. Alone, and shirtless.

"Are you gonna say hello or just stare?" he chuckles as i blush and look to my feet. "Im sorry, hello Dean. hows your evening?" I say afraid to look into the beautiful boys eyes.

"There we go! and its going alright, yours?" he says as i trail my eyes up to the ceiling. "it was fine, i was just catching up on some angel stuff." 

He can see straight through my lies, i know it, i can tell, i can hear his thoughts and let me tell you. i shouldn't be here.

He moves closer to me, i feel a lump in my throat causing me to swallow hard as i look into his emerald irises. "you look nice." he says.

"Thank you, Dean. I mean, i look, uhm—i look like this all the time." I speak. his smile as he moves a little closer. "Dean, you said personal space," I choke out. "remember what you— oh god, what are you doing?" His arms pull on my trench coat.

"forget about it, personal space isn't needed. well, not right now." He speaks pulling the material away from my neck.

All i can feel is the pounding of the heart inside of me. "Dean, i—"

"I love you, Castiel." he speaks interrupting me completely. he has no thoughts. well i cant read him, i think it's because my head is overflowing with words i want to get out.

they wont budge, i just stare at him. his lips moving to my neck, i have no clue what to do. he knows it just as well as me.

"Dean, stop, youre not a vampire, what are you do— oh w,wow." spills from my lips. his lips are 'kissing' my neck.

i cant help but tilt my head and close my eyes enjoying his pink lips against my pale neck.

"woah. should i leave?" fills my ears and Dean pulls away.

"oh shit, uhm, hi Sammy." Dean says as Sam walks into the door shutting it behind him.

"Really, Cas?" Sam smiles as i look down, he wasn't speaking to me, he was insulting me. "Not like it was anything meaningful ." Dean says as i feel my eyes fill with water.

"Call me if you actually need something." I say as I disappear from the piece of crap hotel room.

"Cas wait-" is the last thing escaping from Deans mouth.

I will not wait.

Not this time, Dean.