NOT FINISHED Destiel ~ Roomates

Part 3

(Ohhhhh shit whats gonna happen in this chapter!? Well read more to find out muahahaha!)

*Dean's Memories*

School starts one week from now and there's an orientation the day before it does, I wanted my brother Sam to of course be there. You see, my parents died in a fire when Sam was only nine, I was fourteen. My father had gotten us out but went back in for my mother, neither made it out. The only thing me and Sam have is each other, well until today.

*That Morning, Dean's POV*

I was awoken by my phone Ringing while Cas was deep asleep next to me. Last night changed our relationship for sure, but we loved each other and that's all that mattered. I answered sourly thinking it was Sammy, "What do you want?". "Excuse me but is this Dean Winchester?" The other person on the line said, I sat up straight, "Yes, who am I speaking to?" I asked anxiously. "This is the chief of the fire department." The man answered, "W-what happened?" I said gulping down the saliva in my mouth, anxious to hear what he says.

"Your brother is Sam Winchester, correct?"

"Y-yes, wh-why?"

"Well Dean I'm afraid I have some bad news..."

"What i-is it?"

"Your brother Sam, he...."

"Please just tell me!"

"Okay but please be prepared....well your brother....he unfortunately, passed away in a fire last night."

I couldn't believe what I'd heard, I thought this was a prank, but I remembered Sam had identification all around the house, and my old room probably still did. Tears welled up and I hung up silently, "No..." I whispered to myself as tears went down my cheeks. I heard shuffling from behind me and I knew it was Cas, but I didn't care, my brother Sam Winchester is dead and I did nothing to even stop it! Anger came rushing into me like a tsunami, it was my fault! I didn't even care because I was too busy with Cas! I was crying hard at this point but I didn't care, every man cries at some point in his life. "What's wrong?" Cas asked as he heard my attempt to cry silently, "Its Sam..." I managed to choke out. "Dean...did he?" Cas asked once more, I was crying hard as Cas tried to comfort me with hugs. "Yes..." I said before I crawled back under the covers and sobbed even more. Cas gave me a box of tissues and layed down next to me to attempt to give me comfort. I ended falling back asleep after what seemed to be hours of crying and yelling at myself.

*Cas' POV*

Poor Dean...

He just lost his little brother who was everything he had. I can't imagine the pain of losing everyone you love, I did try to comfort him though, he was cursing horrid profanities at himself and crying hard but he eventually fell asleep. Awhile after he fell asleep I did as well, for some reason this time I fell asleep I was more comfortable. I woke up and I realized why I was so comfortable, Dean was snuggled in my chest sleeping soundly. I didn't want to wake him up so I didn't move, and I eventually fell back asleep. Only to be awoken by a loud yell, I threw myself out of bed and realized Dean wasn't there.

I saw the bathroom door ajar, I prepared for the worst and slowly walked to the door silent with every step. Inside the bathtub was Dean, bloodied with a knife in hand and in the other was a bottle of whiskey. I noticed Dean was bleeding and I immediately rushed to aid him. "What the hell were you thinking Dean!?" I questioned him as I emptied the tub of its bloodied water. "Ff...fuck....offff..." Dean said slurring his words greatly. How did the man I love go from sweet and caring to a drunken mess? I couldn't think about that now as I had to attend to Dean's wounds, I grabbed a first aid kit that I had in the bathroom and started to work on his wounds.

I was about to take the knife out of Dean's hand but he moved his hand and yelled at me "LEAVE ME ALONE! I DESERVE TO ROT IN HELL!" he yelled surprisingly not slurring his words this time. The knife was now aimed at me as he swatted at the air, I was hurt by what he said and I did what I was best at, comforting others. "Dean, why are you doing this? Nothing good will come out of hurting yourself for something you couldn't control." I said calmly in a caring tone. Dean stayed silent for awhile as I tended to his wounds, he gave up swinging the knife around. Finally he quietly muttered five words that surprised me "I don't deserve you." I looked up at him and said "No, I don't deserve you".