Broken Wings [Destiel]

Eight

HELLO HI IT'S ME HOLY CRAP IT'S SUMMER AND I'M WRITING AGAIN AND THERE ARE NO MORE EXAMS THANK CHUCK

The sky was clear, bright blue without a cloud in sight. On a day like that, Cas should've on the beach, or driving a jeep around with Gabe and Dean. But he wasn't doing either of those things. Instead he was being transferred to an active airfield on another island close to Hawaii.

Which was definitely not as good.

Honestly, Cas didn't want to fight. Not really. It was bloody and dangerous and overall mildly annoying. He didn't feel like remembering all of the procedures. Maybe he should just leave...

His eyes flicked from the ceiling of the transport plane to Dean, who was sleeping with his hat over his eyes across from him. He could fly on a transport plane by himself... which he should have been able to do in the first place, of course. Dean Winchester wasn't a toddler. But still, Cas felt a kind of disappointment rising up in his chest.

As if sensing his gaze, Dean sat up and pushed his cap off of his face. His hair stuck out a little from underneath, and Cas felt his breath catch. He tried to pass it off as a cough, but it wasn't very effective. He just sounded like a cat with an oversized hair ball.

Dean smiled at him and laughed a little. Then he stretched and put his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling of the plane. Now it really was unbearable. Was Dean trying to torture him?

Cas felt his ears pop as the plane descended, and finally they touched down. He stood up, and immediately Dean was next to him. "Longest ride of my entire life." Was all he said, groaning a little.

They stepped out into the sun, and Cas shielded his bleary eyes. He heard Dean chuckle somewhere to his left. "You alright, sunshine?"

Cas responded with a humorless laugh. Dean really was trying to torture him.

Someone called for attention, and they did, snapping into stiff salutes. A man in a spotless uniform stood before them, a grimace on his lips as he scanned the lines of men before him.

"Welcome to our little slice of heaven, soldiers." His voice was cold and humorless, which didn't fit at all with the words he was saying. "My name is Michael, but you will call me sir. Anything else and I'll make sure your lives are a living hell."

Michael abruptly turned on his heel and marched toward a building low building that Cas assumed was his office.

The remaining officers led the soldiers to their barracks and assigned them to their rooms. Cas was with Gabe, and Dean was with some kid who looked like he had lied about his age when he enlisted.

At some point, Cas had made his way over to Dean's room, and the other kid had wandered off to somewhere that Cas didn't care about.

Dean was stretched out on his bed, eyes closed. Cas was sitting with his feet up on the little table in the corner, going through a deck of cards to make sure nobody had stolen an Ace. The pilots had a tendency to do that.

"You said you had a girlfriend, right?"

The question was so abrupt that Cas dropped the card he was holding. As he bent to pick it up, he responded as quickly as he could. "Yeah."

"What's she like?"

Cas really didn't want to talk about this. With Dean of all people.

"She's... she's something."

"What's 'something' supposed to mean?"

"She gets mad easily."

Dean laughed. "Well, I knew that. How'd you make her forgive you, anyway? Seems like that would take effort."

This was something Cas really didn't want to talk about. "I, uh, I promised to marry her."

Silence.

"... Oh. Congratulations."

Cas looked over at Dean, who was staring at the ceiling. He looked serious, not as upbeat as he was most of the time. But even when he was serious, he looked perfect.

And before Cas could say anything else, he was in the past.

Flashback

The air was cool as Cas stepped onto the station he had left months ago. He was on leave, and since he couldn't exactly stay at boot camp, he decided to go home. Well, the closest thing to home that there was.

Cas stood there, taking in his surroundings and adjusting his uniform issue hat. It was too big, always falling off. He hated it. For a moment he was absorbed with the thing, trying the make it fit.

And then he saw her.

Meg was dressed in a light blue dress, something that was extremely unnatural for her. She almost always wore dark red or black. Never blue. Never any light color, really.

She was wearing makeup too, and, worst of all, smiling brightly.

"Cas! I missed you so much!" She kissed him.

Cas didn't kiss back.

"You barely wrote! Boot camp must have been busy."

He stayed silent, staring past her and examining a bee as it flew lazily through the air. It was fascinating.

"Cas, are you paying attention?" Meg was getting annoyed.

With a jolt, Cas turned back to her. "Yes, of course I am." His response was robotic, but Meg didn't seem to notice. Or care.

She just smiled more and dragged him off the station. "I have so many people for you to meet. Well, actually, just two for now. The rest are coming!"

Cas tilted his head as he was dragged at sonic speed down pathways and roads. "People?"

"My friends, silly! Only two of them are here, for now."

"Friends?"

"Bridesmaids, Castiel."

Right. The wedding. Weddings had bridesmaids. Cas's fake smile faltered as he thought about it. As he realized he was really going to marry Meg. As he realized he was going to have to do it soon.

As he realized how much he missed Dean Winchester.

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