Broken wings || Destiel

Chapter 16

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Whether it was the endless screaming and shouting or the blood dripping on the cold ground, something made Castiel run faster than ever and in a few moments he found himself in a dark street that was quiet except for soft sobs coming from a corner. His eyes couldn't see through the thick fog, it wasn't until he got close enough to identify the shaking body laying on the ground when he realized why he felt the urge to go here. Dean's eyes were inches from his own as he knelt beside him, yet somehow they seemed so far away. The emptiness, the lack of any emotion at all, that was what scared Castiel the most. Is it too late? Is the Dean he knew gone? Has he gone mad after Cas took his memor-

"Cas, I..." his voice was raspy, almost inaudible, but the words he said were clear. Like a lightning, a wave of excitement mixed with fear washed over Castiel and for a second he froze in place, not able to move or speak. So many thoughts were running through his head.

He must've done something wrong. Dean shouldn't remember him, it was dangerous, wrong,... So why did he feel that spark of hope becoming a fire in his soul, turning all his worries and problems into ashes, melting his heart until all the ice around it was gone. Why did he want to forget about everything that happened and just stay here, with the man he loved, kiss him and hold him close and heal all the damage that was done...by him.

As fast as the happiness took over it was gone and he was once again left with nothing but guilt and sorrow. He was the one who did this. He was the reason why Dean was here all alone, crying and hurting himself. This was his fault, and he wasn't going to make the same mistakes again.

Taking a deep breath, he reached over and calmed the other man's mind, watching his eyes flutter close, his body relaxing.

He couldn't risk Dean knowing he wasn't a monster anymore. If he knew, he would find a way to drag him back. And he couldn't let that happen.

With that decision made, he carefully picked the hunter off the ground and started walking towards his flat, the limp body in his arms.

It took more than twelve hours for Dean to wake up, his body trying to make up for the lack of sleep in the last few days - weeks actually.

First thing he registered as he opened his eyes was the strange light in the room - it was dark, but he could hear people talking and birds singing outside, assuring him it wasn't night. He sat up and looked around, feeling a bit of deja vu as he saw the metal and glass furniture around the room, except for the couch he was sitting on. However this room was smaller than the one he was held in before and that made him think about how he even got there.

He remembered going outside, ending up in the dark foggy street, hitting the wall, screaming until he lost voice, and then...

Cas.

"I see the Sleeping Beauty finally woke up, huh?" a familiar voice came from across the room, revealing a dark figure with an evil smirk spread across the beautiful face. Little did Dean know, the pain the other man felt inside as he remebered his plan.

His plan to make the man he loves the most hate him enough to let him go.

"Why are you doing this?" Dean's voice echoed through the grey walls of the empty room as he shouted in desperation.

Once again, he was tied up, sitting on a chair, his body numb from being in the same position for too long, his throat dry and sore. He was angry, broken, sad, but most of all, he was confused. He was confused about everything. From little things like where he even was or how he got there, to things that were bigger than him and grew bigger with every second he spent in this room all alone, his feelings towards the man who tied him up in the ropes that were biting deep into his skin, the same man who was once holding his hand, telling him just how much he loved him.

Being locked up for almost for two days, he found maybe way too much time to think about it all. He remembered all the moments filled with happiness, all the moments they believed would last forever, but the longer he thought about it, the more blurry they became, fading into the darkness of reality. He thought about the angel that saved his life, showed him what true love meant, shattered his heart into a million pieces, leaving Dean empty and numb.

His beautiful blue eyes when he raised him from hell, his wings, the way he always tried to keep a distance from Dean, all of that seemed so long ago. The way his lips trembled when he finally admitted his feelings for the hunter, his shy smile when he woke up next to him, everything Dean loved about him, was now gone. And he couldn't help but wonder if there is still any chance that man would come back.

Looking back at the time they spent together, he now started seeing not only the good in their relationship, but also the arguments they had, the sound of glass shattering against a wall, the times when all the frustration and pain broke them down and they spent nights holding eachother, but most of all, he finally realized that everyone around him was trying to warn him about the realtionship. From the worried looks from Sam, to the ghost of Jo warning him, telling him the angel will ruin him in ways he wouldn't ever even imagine, everyone always warned him, but he was too blinded by the angel to see that, too in love to listen to them.

The longer he spent thinking, the more flaws he found, and it scared him to know he was blind to all of them. But that wasn't what scared him the most. The fear that made his heart race and his forehead cover with a layer of cold sweat was coming from a place hidden deep in his heart, where the love he held for the angel once was. But now, there was just a dark, empty hole, holding what was left of that love, slowly filling with pain and sorrow. And Dean knew that once that hole is full, he will slowly drown in all the feelings he was keeping in, and this time, there won't be any way to save him.

Jo was right, after all. The angel, the beautiful creature he used to love, was ripping his heart into pieces, killing his soul, taking back the life he gave him.

On the other side of the cold wall, a man was sitting on the ground, head in his hands. He didn't need to be tied up to feel the invisible ropes cutting into his skin, suffocating him, making him want to scream. He wanted to go there, to tell the only person he ever loved he's sorry, beg for forgivness on his knees if he had to, be there for him, see him, see the sparkle in Dean's eyes that still appeared whenever he saw him, feel the warmth of his body, wrap his arms tightly around the younger man's body and never let go again, but he couldn't.

Not after everything he's done, not after he hurt him so much, he couldn't. It didn't matter how long it would take for the other to finally realize the angel won't ever be good enough for him, he'll wait. He'll wait until the day the spark in the piercing green eyes is gone, until the day hateful words leave the perfect pink lips.

A tear slipped from his eye and pain took over his body and mind when he thought of that day and he couldn't do anything but sit alone in the dark, quiet sobs leaving his lips.