Destiel Oneshots

Come Back

Warning: Spoilers of the season 12 finale. Read at your own risk. It was spoiled for me and I would like it not to happen to others. I hope you guys enjoy it.

A/N: Hey guys! i guess you could say this is kinda angsty but idk. i hope you guys like this because i like it. i cant wait for when i reach season 12 and cry my eyes out because Destiel was so close. anyways vote, comment, and leave requests. i have writer's block so whatever suggestions who guys have i am all ears. good night/day/afternoon/morning.

-Sam

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Dean wasn't sure how long he stood over Castiel's body before his knees gave out and he sunk next to the angel's corpse. His eyes were still dry, but his heart was empty. This was Cas. This was the angel who had saved his life countless times. This was the man who was more family than his own mother was. Cas was one of the few pleasures Dean got out of life. But here he was, dead in Dean's name.

Dean looked at his delicate features. Although his vessel had slightly aged, everything about him seemed the same. His cheekbones were still sharp, but now they lacked that flush of life. His unnaturally blue eyes were closed and Dean didn't even want to imagine how lifeless they were now. His ebony hair was out of place, but it was always messy. If it weren't for his still chest, Dean would have thought he was sleeping. The problem was that Cas didn't need to sleep and his unmoving chest was covered in his own blood.

He gently caressed Cas's cheek with the back of his hand, his vessel was already cold, meaning Dean had been outside much longer than he had initially thought. Dean slowly moved Cas's arms onto his chest, his movements so gentle he pretended that he was taking the angel to his bed to sleep more soundly.

Dean cradled his angel to his chest and wished it radiated that steady stream of heat it used to. He wished Cas would lazily wrap his arms around Dean's neck for support. He wished he didn't have to do this. He wished that Cas was still alive. He wished someone would save him, anyone save him.

Dean gently placed Cas into the backseat of his Impala, where he belonged, and drove into night. He didn't have the heart to turn on the radio, music seemed inappropriate when the man you love was dead in your back seat.

The man you love. That thought came fast and struck his heart brutally. It's a little too late to admit that wasn't it? Those words should have been said before, when things were simpler. How could you do that, Dean? How could you love this celestial being and only admit it to yourself when he died in front of you? He would have died either way, yet you stayed quiet. How could you?

Those thoughts ran through his mind as he drove to the bunker. Out of all the things Dean has done, this was by far the worst. He had what he wanted in front of him for years, but he only built up the courage to say it until now.

"I love you, Castiel," too little too late, Dean. His corpse reminded silent and Dean longed for an answer, any answer. Cas could crush Dean's heart but he wouldn't mind, as long as Cas was alive.

The bunker had never felt emptier. Sam and Mary had gone to finish business with Lucifer's child. But Dean was here with his dead love in his arms. He walked into the guest room next to his own, where Cas usually stayed when he visited. Cas didn't have much in here. A spare blue tie, a red sweatshirt, and-

Dean stopped in his tracks when he saw the picture on the nightstand. It was the picture they had taken with Ellen, Jo, and Bobby. Cas was the only one attempting to smile in the picture, everyone else looked concerned. Dean chuckled sadly remembering exactly why their faces were like this.

The green-eyed man gently placed his blue-eyed beauty on the bed. He gently removed his trench, suit jacket, and shoes. He'd be more comfortable this way, Dean thought.

Time didn't seem to exist to Dean because next thing he knew he heard the bunker door open, but he still couldn't react. It wasn't until Sam walked in, his hand on his brother's shoulder, did Dean look away from Cas.

"Dean? Don't you think he deserves a hunter's funeral?" Sam asked gently. Feeling sad himself, but Cas had always meant so much more to Dean.

"I'm not burning his body, Sammy," Dean whispered, shrugging Sam's hand off his shoulder. Dean sat at the desk chair, continuing to watch Castiel's lifeless body. Hoping that he would twitch or simply open his eyes.

"Dean-"

"He is coming back!" Dean yelled, his voice cracking, but his point was made. "Nobody but me touches him until we figure out how to get him back."

Sam sighed, but said no more. Nothing would change his brother's mind, not when it came to Cas.

Dean would not rest until the love of his life was back again. It didn't matter what he had to do, he would do it. No doubt in his mind would he risk his own life just for Castiel to come back. It didn't matter that Cas had already lived millennials, all Dean wanted was to know that Cas was living. Cas deserved every good thing the world had to offer and Dean would give it to him.

What Dean didn't know was the only thing that was worth anything to Castiel on Earth was Dean. All Castiel really wanted was for Dean to live a better life.