Our Love. (Destiel Fanfiction) COMPLETED!!

Chapter 4:

"Who are you people?" Castiel's rough voice asking, Dean couldn't help but smile, that was until his words sunk into his mind. He backed away, tears blurry in his eyes and he looked to the ground. A hand was on his shoulder, Dean looked up and saw a blurry Sam.

"Are you okay man?" Sam asked. Dean shook his head no, looking to Taylor, and blinking his tears away.

"Why doesn't he remember?!" he asked, angry. Taylor looked at him like he was a child, sympathy, and sadness.

"I don't know Dean. I'm truly sorry." she frowned.

"Dean?" Castiel asked, "Is that you?" he asked, looking to Dean, who shook his head yes, and neared Castiel.

"Do you remember me?" he asked, his voice cracking. I sound like a freaking girl, he thought. But ever since he told Sam about him, and Castiel he's been acting like a total girl. Dean rested his hand on Castiel's knee, who shifted in his seat.

"No."  he answered, his blue eyes looking into Dean's green ones, and Dean begged he'd remember just by looking into eyes. But Castiel didn't speak, just starred at Dean with a questionable look. Dean coughed back a tear, he stood up, and walked past Sam, and Taylor. Kevin was sitting down, not really paying attention.

"I need some air." Dean said.

"Dude, you can't just leave him here." Sam shouted after him.

"You're here with him." Dean shouted back, going out to his impala, and standing by the baby. Pretty soon, he started to cry, and wipe his face. Before finally getting into the impala, pulling off, and pulling up to a near by bar. He walked inside, not really any attention to the woman standing outside, and winking at him. He walked inside, taking a seat at the bar, and ordering a shot. The bar tender, was a female, in her 20's, and had dark long hair. Her eyes were a weird blue, but her lips were nice, and plump. Dean winked at her, making her blush. "What's your name beautiful?" he asked.

"Macy." she giggled. "You?" Macy asked him back. Dean shook his head, and took another shot.

"Dean. Dean Winchester." he smirked her way, for a second something about Macy's face seemed off, like it looked dead, and dark. But he must drunk, already.

"What brings you here, Dean?" she asked, resting against the bar, and her low cut shirt showing off her breasts. Dean's eyes flick from her exposed chest, back to her weird eyes.

"Problems." he sighed, "I'll take some beer." Dean said, she nodded her head, and got up. Grabbing a beer, popping it open, and setting it down in front of him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.

"Nah." he shrugged, taking another drink, and deciding maybe I could use her. To just make the night a little better, besides how long has it been since Dean has hooked up with a chick anyways? "Say, Macy when do you get off?" Dean asked.

"Anytime I want." Macy licked her plump lips. Dean smiled, before standing up.

"Want to get out of here with me?" he asked, Macy nodded her head, and followed him outside. The walked out to the Impala, she sat next to him, and they drove off. They pulled up to a cliff, where she jumped out, and viewed the tiny town.

"I've always lived here. It's actually pretty boring." Macy said, her voice slow, and then without warning Dean was thrown against a tree. Macy slowly approaching him. Her eyes going black, "Hello." she smiled at him, looking over his face.

"I knew you messed up." Dean said, as she held him there.

"Of course, the new angel. I saw your wings as soon as you entered." the girl sighed, looking over Dean again, and laughing.