Hold me, Angel. (destiel)

Chapter 8

*Dean*

Dean woke up with Cas still next to him. He was afraid it was all a dream. It just seemed like it was too good to be true. He thought back to last night.  It was soft and passionate then it was fast and aggressive. He didn't want to hurt Cas.

In the shower, he stood under the water with Cas. He stared at his beautiful body. It glimmered with water. The paint had already started to come off and rainbow streams of color ran down Cas' neck.

"Dean you are so beautiful." Cas exclaimed. "How did I get so lucky?"

Cas leaned into Dean's chest. Dean wrapped his arms around him. He set his chin on Cas' hair. He slowly moved one of hands down. Hips. Ass. Thigh. Dick. He stroked it softly. This was his first time with a guy. When he thought of being with a guy, he always thought it'd be aggressive and rough. But he wanted to be nothing but gentle to Cas.

" Cas, I love you. " He whispered in his ear.

" I love you, too." Cas replied as he started to kiss Dean's neck.

"Promise me, that'll never change."

"Dean," Cas paused and looked up at him. "I'm yours, forever. "

* Ayeeee there will be SMUT in future chapters but if I keep it in this chapter it would be almost 2000 words. If you want to read smut for this it's chapter four in my Spn one shots called 'My boys'.  *

*Cas*

He woke up to Dean playing with his hair.

" Hello, beautiful. Last night was amazing, by the way." Cas stated looking up.

"Are you sure I didn't hurt you? "

" You didn't hurt me, Dean. Yesterday was the best day of my life. "  He said kissed Dean's neck.

"Me, too" he said kissing Cas' soft hair.

Cas felt something vibrate towards his leg. It was Dean's phone.

" Woah, Dean. You have like 20 messages."

"Ughh" he replied grabbing the phone.

He played the message on speaker, they were all from John.

"Dean, I'm sorry. Son, please come home. We need to talk about this."

Skip.

" Dean Winchester. I swear to God, if you don't pick up this phone I'll -- "

Skip.

" Dean, just let me know you OK send me a text something."

Skip.

"Dean, is Sam with you? I went to shower and I came back to a note. He went to look for you."

Dean sat up, listening now. A scared look swept over his face.

"Dean. It's midnight and Sam's not back. Tell me he's with you, please."

"God Dammit, Dean!! Anwser me!"

"Dean, please anwser. Sam's in an ambulance. Someone swerved off the road and hit him. He fucked up, pretty bad Dean. He needs you. I need you, son."

"The doctors says there's nothing they can do. It's up to fate now." John was obviously crying in this one.

Dean started to tear up. Cas didn't know what to do so he hugged him but Dean pulled away and stood up pulling up his jeans.

" Dean he's talking and smiling. He wants to see you. "

" Dean, his heart started to crash. He was asking for you before he passed out. "

"He's gone Dean. My boy, is gone."

Dean knees felt weak and he dropped to the floor. No. No. No. No. Sammy was okay. He had to be. No.

The tears came uncontrollably out of his eyes.

"No, he can't!" He sobbed. "Not Sammy. Please no!"

"My poor cherry. Come here." He said.

He pulled Dean's head down so he was laying on his lap. Dean curled up into a ball and sobbed. Cas ran his fingers through his hair. Cas felt tears drip down his own face. He had hardly know Sam but seeing Dean like this gave him physical pain.

"I'm sorry, Dean."

"H-he asked me to stay, Cas. I- I pulled away from him. " Dean said in-between sobs. "I pulled away and he came looking for me. It's all my fault."

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