Broken wings || Destiel

Chapter 12

I should probably update like every week or something but I really don't do all the nice and organized stuff so deal with me.

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"Dean! Dean, come on get up already!"

Dean yawned and nuzzled deeper into the satin pillows-

Wait. Satin pillows? His eyes shot open and he almost fell out of the bed as he tried to sit up quickly. He felt dizzy, his head was spinning as he moved too quickly and he had to blink a few times because of the bright light that was shining through the window. As he got acustomed to all the changes, he slowly looked around.

He was sitting on a bed that was twice as big than any bed he's ever seen, with satin black covers and way too many pillows. The room was modern, it had white walls and most of the furniture was made of glass and metal.

In the corner of the room, there was a big black sofa and Dean had to blink a few times to realize who is the person sitting there.

Cas was watching him with an amused smirk on his lips.

"Morning, sleepyhead," he stood up and walked over to the bed. Dean gave him a puzzled look and frowned.

"Why am I here? What did you do Sammy? Where are they?" the questions kept popping up in his head, but his voice cracked when he saw Cas closer. Something was wrong. At first he couldn't tell what it is, but when Cas sat down on the bed next to him, he figured it out.

His eyes were no longer the colour of the sky, they were no longer bright and shiny. His pupils were now widened and there was a thin red circle surrounding them. His face looked paler and skinnier, his hair was matte and ruffled. He looked...dead.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're worried about me, Dean," Cas smirked and kept staring at Dean. "About Sam and Bobby...They'll be okay, I took care of that."

"What have you done to them?" Dean growled and got out of the bed, backing up to the other side of the room.

"Calm down, you're too loud," the ex-angel shook his head and sighed, clearly annoyed. "I booked them a new room for a week, they're probably sleeping like babies right now."

Dean was confused. Why would he do that? Why didn't he just kill them right there and then? Was there any chance the old Cas is still there?

"I said stop it, you're too loud!" Cas growled and suddenly he was standing inches away from Dean.

"I- I didn't say anyth-"

"Your mind, dumbass! Keep it down, my head hurts," he turned around and sat back on the sofa.

Dean blinked a few times trying to understand what just happened and then he slowly walked over to him, standing in front of him. "Who- I mean, what are you?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I'm Cas, don't you recognize me?" the other man smiled innocently and cocked his head. He stood up so his and Dean's face were now just inches away and he looked into the hunter's eyes. "Don't you remember me, Dean?" he whispered and brushed his lips against Dean's.