Reaping (DESTIEL) [ON HOLD]

Cas Tries To Sleep In A Bus.

CASTIEL'S POV

The tears stung my eyes as I walked into an old, shady and possibly abandoned neighbourhood. Everyone had their hoods on. Some were attacking each other with kisses against mossy buildings. Strangely all I could think about was Dean. I imagined being pinned against the wall as he...

No, Castiel. You should think of no such thing.

These human desires and emotions are relentless. Thinking about Dean makes me frustrated. I want so many things from him yet I want to punch him at times. I never knew the human mind could do such things.

I found my way to some sort of campsite that was surrounded by many broken down vehicles.

Right in the middle of the place were a few people sitting around a fire. I made my way towards them. My presence didn't seem to startle them one bit.

"Hey, man. Need some heat?" A man asked. His long hair was tied in a ponytail. A few people gave me kind smiles but others just didn't seem to bother.

"Thank you, kind sir. I'll make it my job to make sure you're spot in heaven is an outstanding one." I said, smiling.

"Uh, thanks, I guess. Have a seat." He scootched over. I took a seat next to him and observed the people around. They were all homeless but none of them seemed sad or discouraged. This made me realise how strong humans can be. "Here, dude. We don't got a lot but... "he trailed off as he handed me a piece of bread.

I didn't know that I was starving till I saw that piece of food. I stuffed it down and made a very inappropriate sound.

"Hahaha, chill dude." The man laughed. "I'm Finn by the way. Kicked out for being gay. Parents were church freaks." Sadness dripped in his words.

I smiled and told him that I was long way from home too and home wasn't an option anymore. He didn't pry after that so I just left it at that.

"You know what, welcome. Choose a metal for you to call home." He joked but it seemed to me that he could just be right.

I chose a bus to sleep in that night. Finn gave me a jacket that I used as a pillow. I leaned against the window and watched the fire die out slowly. The tears finding its way back to my eyes.

DEAN'S POV

"Okay, Dean. Are you ready?" Death asked.

"No, wait. I have to see Sammy get better first." I said.

"Well, okay." He touched my shoulder and before I could even process anything, he teleported us from the bunker to Sammy's hospital room. Death walked over to his bed and touched Sam's forehead. A blue light was emmited from the touched.

Moments later Sam opened his eyes. He ripped out the tubes that were connected to his wrist and pulled out his breathing mask. I was too stunned to even move.

Sam sat up and his body was straight and stiff. He looked at me with a confused look. Thats when he looked at Death and his eyes widened.

"Dean, what's going on?" He finally spoke. His voice was dry and coarse. I laughed a sob and hugged him. "Dean, what did you do?"

"Sam, you're okay now. It'll all be fine. Whatever you do, don't look for Cas."

"Dean, I don't get it." He began.

"Listen to me, Sammy. We'll see each other soon." I smiled sadly.

"Wait, Dean."

I didn't wanna hear it. I looked at Death and nodded. He touched my shoulder and we left.