Destiel one shots

3 simple words, 3 seconds to late

Plot: Dean has never told Cas how he feels about him, the simple fact being, that he is Dean Winchester. But when Cas gets injured to the point of no return what will happen?
I formally apologize, this will be sad so I don't know maybe grab the tissues and ice cream.

Dean had known he isn't straight for a while, ever since he was a teenager and found himself making out with a guy outside his motel. His dad saw,  and lets just say Dean didn't want to look at a guy romantically ever again. Then this sex haired, blue eyed, tax accountant angel showed up. So much for that plan.

Dean had slowly been developing feelings for his savior for quite some time now, but never admitted his feelings in fear of rejection. What would he think of me? What would Sam think of me? Dad would roll over in his grave if he knew how I felt. I mean angels can't feel emotion right? It's like chasing the wind, there's no hope. These thoughts crowded his mind.

Now he could only think of one thing,  Cas. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as the demon plunged the angel blade through Cas's chest, and then smoke. Dean screamed his name, but it sounded like he was under water and was drowning.

He ran toward the angel dropping his weapon as he fell to his knees.
"Oh Cas." he mumbled looking at the bleeding angel.
"Dean." Castiel croaked. Dean shushed him.
"Save your energy." he said, cradling him. "We'll fix you right up, Sammy and me." he said fighting back the tears that threatened to spill.

Cas shook his head and tried to push himself out of Dean's arms, as he felt something pulling on him, but the hunter wouldn't budge. Cas looked up at him hopelessly, and saw his green eyes filled with tears that were silently flowing down his face.

"Dean I-" he began but Dean shook his head pulling him impossibly closer. Castiel could feel himself begin to slip,  away he needed to tell him. He looked up at Dean. " I love you." he whispered. Dean looked down at him,  surprised. Cas waited in anticipation for Dean to return the words, not that he suspected he would, when he felt a sharp pang in his chest as he took his final breath.

Dean stared down at the limp body in his hands, tears falling freely as he felt the body begin to heat up. He refused to let go of Cas. "I love you!" he screamed right as he felt a burning sensation spread across his chest, he let out a howl of pain. Then everything went black.

******

Dean woke up to a pain across his chest. He was lying on his bed. Everything that had happened previously came crashing in around him like a hurricane, as a new wave of tears racked through his body, causing him to cry out as the pain from his burns intensified.

He began to feel light headed and his vision was blurred from the tears. He heard Sam rush in. "Dean, here let's treat you wounds." he said reaching for his brother, but Dean pushed him away. Sam stared as him as he lay on his bed, a sobbing, a miserable lump.

*****

Dean woke up at what he assumed  was night. He had bandages wrapped around his chest, and Sam was asleep in a chair across from him. He has no idea what day it was or the time, but he couldn't find it in him to care. About anything for that matter.

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Dean refused to eat or move, Sam had to force feed him. Dean would just sit there on his bed stating at the wall blankly downing one beer after another. It hurt to see his brother like this.

One night, while Dean was really drunk mumbling to himself Sam heard him say loud and clear.
"I loved him Sammy." he choked out looking at his palms, Sam looked up from his computer. It was the first time Dean had talked about Cas.
"Dad would hate me for saying that, I know you probably do too and are just going for leave me but I loved him." Dean took a deep breathe. "I still love him." Dean looked up as his younger brother, tears streaming down his face. " He l-loved me a-and I-I couldn't sa-say it b-back in t-time." Dean threw his head into his hands sobbing. "He d-died thinking I didn't l-love him back!"

*****

Sam woke up one night to find that Dan wasn't in bed. He jumped up, a wave of panic washing over him. He raced down the stairs. He heard soft sobbing coming from the kitchen. He walked in quietly to find his brother wearing Cas's bloodied trenchcoat surrounded by a broken beer bottle slumped up against the open fridge. Sam took a step closer and saw that Dean was holding a gun.

"Dean." Sam said softly, stepping closer towards his brother. Dean didn't look up. Sam knelt next to Dean and pulled the gun out of his brothers loose grasp.

"I wanna die." Dean stated. "I wanna die so fucking much! I don't want to live in this hell hole of a world anymore! But if I off myself I'd be letting you down. I can't let you down anymore, you'd think I'm more of a failure than you already know I am. If I left you alone I would feel guilty for all eternity." Sam looked down at his brother in utter shock.

"I just want it to stop." Dean looked up at him, he seemed so broken.
"Dean, you can never let me down. And you're​ not a failure!" Sam said hugging his brother.
"You'll see Cas soon. I promise. We'll make it through this."
"I hope your right."
"Of course I am! "Sam said hugging his brother tightly, Dean nodded.