one shots ft. destiel [pt. I] .

31 - blind

blind!cas & tattoo artist!dean

—

It's hard living blind. Everything's so much more difficult.

I hate having to use a walking stick when I leave my house.

I hate not being able to see the beautiful world in front of me.

When I was eleven I developed eye cancer, changing my whole future. My boyfriend picks out my clothes, and makes me food.
and I'm thankful for that.

Even though I don't know what he looks like, I know he's beautiful on the inside.

"Cas," Dean says to me as he picks out my outfit. "I'm getting another tattoo after work."

I can tell he's smiling.

"I can't wait to feel it." I say.

Dean's a tattoo artist. It's his job to make beautiful artwork on others. One day, I'm going to get him to do one on me.

"What are you getting?" I ask.

"You know how it works." he laughs.

Every time he comes home with a new tattoo, I have to feel the raised skin where it was done, and guess what it is.

He then explains to me what it looks like and how it fits with all of his other tattoos. You could call it a tradition.

Dean kisses me before saying,
"I love you."

"I love you too." I whisper. "Have a good day at work."

—

When Dean comes home that evening, I run to the door. It's not hard navigating a house that stays the same all the time, that's why I trust myself to run.

"Hey, babe," he says, a smile in his voice.

"Lemme feel it!" I grin.

He chuckles , grabbing my hand then walks us over to the couch

Dean puts his hand in mine and pulls me in for a long, meaningful kiss. He puts my hand on his wrist and I feel the puffy skin.
The bumps feel familiar. Braille.
I run my fingers across them.

'Castiel, Will You Marry Me?'
is spelled across his wrist.

"Does this actually say what I think it does?" Cas was breathless and he could feel tears in his eyes.

"Castiel Novak. I know this hasn't always been easy and that I messed up a few times over the years and I make no excuses for it. But I fell in love with you hard and fast and I can't imagine myself with anyone else. I love all of you, even your nonexistent eyesight. So, if you'll have me... will you marry me?"

By the end of the mini speech, Cas was in tears and nodding so fast Dean was worried he'd hurt his neck.

"Yes! yes you idiot! yes, I'll marry you!" Cas crashes their lips together in a force kiss.

—

The next day, both Dean and Cas came home from the tattoo parlor and if anyone asks what the bumps on Cas' left wrist meant, all he would say was yes.