Destiel One Shots

Things Will Never Be The Same (Endverse)

I can't get shit out right now so here you go.

It's not like it was.

Dean used to taste like freshly made pie, a tangy sweetness that would linger in Castiel's mouth whenever he kissed him.

Now Dean tasted like copper, metallic and bitter. Guess their love ended when the world did.

Cas used to love kissing Dean, taking every opportunity to savor the hunter's mouth. Whether that meant short kisses in passing or long, passionate ones illuminated by silvery moonlight.

Some would be sneaky, little touches and promises hushed by laughter. They had been in love. Finding every excuse to spend all their time with one another.

Now, it was dry.

Cas couldn't remember the last time he had kissed Dean. The last time whispered 'I love you's were exchanged under musty motel sheets.

Dean was almost unrecognizable. Scars would show up here and there, dementing his body into a hollow shell of the man he once was.

Dean's eyes were empty, sorrowful, lonely.

At the camp there would be rushed hellos and brief conversations other than the meetings Dean held for raids.

Cas would try to distract himself from the pain, whether that be drugs or sex. Dean would focus on the fight, taking role as leader.

They were both empty.

Cas now slept alone in an old rickety cabin, where the sheets were always cold even when another body occupied his bed. It would always be cold without Dean. He stared at the seemingly endless black abyss that shadowed not only the world, but his soul as well.

It will never be like it was.

Now that Sam is gone. Now that Lucifer is free. Now that the Earth is burning slowly, flakes of ashes finding their way into the emptiness of space. A world slowly dying.

A flame that burns so brightly, will burn out faster. And that's exactly what happened. There was no more laughter, and if there was, it was bitter, sarcastic, not true happiness.

Nothing will ever be the same.