Hold me, Angel. (destiel)

Chapter 9

*Dean*

It's been a week since the last time Dean saw his Dad. He'd been staying with Cas, who's Dad either didn't care or didn't mind. He started to take a liking to Dean. Whenever they saw each other in the halls they'd have a quick conversation.

Dean hadn't cry since the day he found out. He hadn't anwser any of his dads calls but he listened to the messages. Today was Sammy's funeral. Cas was making Dean go. He had to say 'Goodbye'. Maybe he didn't want to say goodbye. He didn't want to let Sammy go.

Cas had dressed Dean in one of Dad's fancy suits and was helping him tie his tie. Cas However was shirtless and was wearing Dean's pajama pants.

"Cas, I don't want to go. Can't I just stay here with you?" He said, pulling Cas closer.

"No, Dean. You have to go it's your little brother. "

"Fine but you have to go with me. "

"No! Dean, no. I can't. I'll be waiting for you here." 

"Please, don't make me go by myself. Please. "

" I'm not even ready, Dean. "

"Then get ready, baby. Please.

"Ughh, fine."

Cas was ready within 30 minutes.

"Damn Cas. " Dean said checking him out.

He was in a traditional black suit.  The blue in his tie brought out his eyes.

"We should stay here and do something instead. " He said pulling Cas into a deep kiss.

"Mmhh. Let's go, cherry. "

Dean groaned and followed behind Cas, who was held his hand.

°^°

They pulled up to the funeral. Dean got out and got the door for Cas. He immediately took his hand. Dean was shaking. He was nervous to see his Dad.

"You can do this, Dean. Do it for Sam. " Cas said squeezing his hand.

Dean took a deep breath and walk towards the ceremony.  His Dad made eye contact with him then looked at Cas. Disgust washed over his face as he saw them holding hands. Dean walked towards the front so he could hear the preacher.

"Here lays the young boy, Sam Winchester. Brother. Son. Friend. You might think this is unfair, and believe me it is, but Sam is in a better place. He looks down on us now, sitting with his Mother. He will see how much we all loved him. May God Bless him in his path to the holy place. Amen."

"Um, there's refreshments inside. Thank you for coming.This would mean a lot to Sam." John said.

The crowd died down as people went inside. But Dean and Cas stood completely still. John started to walk towards him.

"Dean, can I talk to you alone?" John asked.

Dean ignored him. He felt Cas try to pull away, but he squeezed his hand. Silently pleading for him to stay. Cas squeezed back. Dean looked up at John. Dean's skin around his eye was still a light purple shade, though his lip had healed.

"Fine. " John said. "You did this to Sam. You left with him and Sam went to look for you. If you had been home or even if you would anwser your phone he would still be here. I've done a lot of shit wrong, but Sammy's on your shoulders. I can't believe you had the stomach to show up here. So go where ever you've been living and stay there. Never come back, because you killed my boy. Not some driver or car but you."

He stopped and looked at Cas.

" You can have him, you Faggot."

Before Dean even realized what he was doing, he grabbed John's jacket. He gripped it tightly.

"You can do whatever you want to me, but do not ever, ever, blink in his direction! Do you understand me?! Do you?!" Dean spat.

*Cas*

Cas put his hand on Dean's back. Dean hands eased off and he pulled away from John. Cas pulled him into a hug as the Winchester slowly started to sob.

"I wish I could say it was nice to meet you, Mr.Winchester, but I think you should go."

He slowly walked away. Dean breathed heavily between sobs.

"It's okay, baby. Get it out." Cas repeatedly whispered to him, brushing his fingers through Dean's hair.

They stood there till the sun started to fall and all the guest had left. But Cas didn't mind.

"He's really gone, Cas."

"I'm afraid so."

"Cas, was it because of me? Was it my fault? "

"Of course, not. It will never be your fault. Okay? Look at me!" Cas said pulling Dean's head up. "Never."

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