Our Love. (Destiel Fanfiction) COMPLETED!!

Chapter 3:

Nightmares.

Dean has been having nightmares for about five weeks now, waking up covered in sweat, and tears pooling out of his eyes. The dreams all the same, him laying covered in blood, great black wings spread out and Sam's dead body next to him. Castiel's body lay, next to him and rotting away. His skin a shade of grey and his stab wound got bigger because something was eating him from the inside out. Taylor has tried to help, by trying to force the dreams away with angel magic but it doesn't work. Lately Dean has been avoiding sleeping, mostly because he doesn't feel the need for it, nor does he want to face his nightmare again.

Now and days he wanders around the bunker, cursing at God, and whoever else is listening. He also drinks a lot, even though it's getting harder to get drunk because whatever transformation is happening to him is causing everything to be weird. Like Dean hasn't eaten in three weeks, and once more doesn't feel the need for it. Sam is worried, but Taylor tries to calm him down and saying that it's part of Dean's transformation. It was lazy Sunday morning, when there was a loud scream, and everyone jumped up. Dean was laying on the bunker library floor, "Dean!" Sam shouts, running down the stairs, and quickly to his brother.

He was crying, Sam froze seeing blood ozzing out of his back. Down came Taylor, she made Dean roll on his belly. "Take deep breaths, Dean." she whispered, Dean didn't listen and cried out in more pain.

"What the hell is happening to him?!" Sam shouted.

"Get me some water, a couple towels." Taylor didn't answer, her hands ripping Dean's shirt. "Kevin, don't watch!" she shouted, the teen ran into the kitchen, fear written clear as day on his face and listened to Taylor. On Dean's back was two deep, straight gashes. Sam handed Taylor the water, she quickly shoved it down Dean's throat, and he drank it. Taylor wiped off her hands, before reaching into Dean's back, and causing Dean to cry out in pain.

"What the hell are you doing to him?!" Sam screamed, his face becoming red with anger. Taylor didn't answer, her hand in deep of the gash and soon was pulling. Sam watched in horror, as she struggled with pulling something out. Suddenly there was a loud flap, right before Sam was a huge black wing. Covered in blood, Taylor's hand covered in shiny blood. She wiped her hand, before reaching into the other gash, Dean screamed in pain. Sam found himself, not saying anything, and watching in horror as Taylor worked on the other wing.

Dean was screaming in pain, as she dug into his wounds. While his other wing, still covered in blood and not looking very pretty. "Sam!" Taylor shouted, her hands both in the gash. "Get some water, pour it on Dean's wing, and gently rub it with a towel. Get it clean!" she shouted. Sam frozen with horror, "Sam!" Taylor shouted, snapping Sam back. "Please." her grey eyes pleading, Sam stood up, and ran. Taylor's hands slipping on the slippery black wing, Dean still screaming with pain, and shivering.

His other wing was covered with blood, it was a horrific sight, and his wing needed to be tended to. Taylor's hand caught on to the slippery, soft wing, and tugged. Only causing Dean more pain, she tugged more, and more until finally it popped out. Sending Taylor against the wall, she shook her head, and looked up to see Dean's bloody wings. They were huge, almost as big as Michael's wings. Only more darker, and bloodier. Sam came running back, pouring the water on the wing, and gently wiping off the blood.

"I'll help." Taylor said, Dean still crying with pain, but soon his cries faded, and was replaced with humming. "Wing grooming. It'll calm him down, we need to get the blood off." Taylor smiled at Sam, who looked like he was about to faint, Taylor went back to gently rubbing the blood out of the dark wings. She noticed Sam stroking the feathers, he was amazed, what did he not see Lucifer's wings? "What do you think of his wings?" she teased.

Sam huffed a laughed, "They're weird. I've never seen wings before." he said, still running his hands though the black feathers.

"Well then, you'll have to look at mine sometime." Taylor flirted.

"Can you two not do that? I mean, I did just grow wings," Dean groaned, "Why did you do that Taylor? It hurt." Dean moaned.

"Because, it would've been an even more painful experience if I let them grow themselves." she said, still cleaning his wing, and Sam finished up. They both finished cleaning the wings, Dean slowly got up, and was covered in blood. Along with Taylor's hands, forearms, and arms as well. "I'm taking a shower, again." she rolled her eyes, walking to the shower room. Dean rolled his back, the wings slightly going back to rest on his back.

"What do they look like?" Dean asked, smirking.

"Strange. You look like a fairy." Sam teased, Dean rolled his eyes, and walked to the bathroom. Washing off himself, before checking out his wings, and froze. They looked exactly like the ones in his dreams, he walked out of the bathroom, and went to the giant freezer. Castiel's dying body laying on the table, Dean neared it, and smiled down at him. His hand running over Castiel's cold lips, he kissed him. With a sudden halt, he almost swore he saw Castiel's eyes flutter.

Dean put his hand on Castiel's chest, hope filling him. He closed his eyes, seeing Castiel again and his smile. There was a loud gasp, not coming from Dean and then a clatter of teeth. Dean shot open his eyes, seeing a frozen Castiel, starring at Dean with horror. Dean quickly grabbed Castiel, carrying his now live, and freezing body into the bunker. "Sam!" he shouted, Sam ran to him. "Get a thousand blankets, and a heater." Dean found one, turning in it on full, and setting it right by Castiel. Who couldn't look more confused. Dean started to rub his hands over his body, hoping to bring some warmth to him.

Taylor came walking out the shower, her eyes spotting Castiel, and she ran down to them. "Holy crap, you guys are going to give me a heart attack one of these days!" she sighed, as she rested her hand on Castiel's freezing hand, and instantly putting his body back to normal. Castiel looked around at the group, his blue eyes grazing over Dean, Sam, Taylor, and Kevin. Before finally shaking once more, and speaking up.

"Who are you people?"