Picking up the pieces of Dean Winchester

Chapter Five~ My Future?

Castiel’s POV

I had made my decision and I wasn't go back on it now. Dean was going to be my future. There wasn't a doubt in my horribly messed up mind. He was there for me when all of the bad things happened and he didn't leave me, yet he picked me up and rushed me to safety. My head spun in all of the directions this was about to go. This situation holds two outcomes. One, Dean will keep me safe, and possibly become a huge part of my life. Or, he could send me back to my dark life that I have been stuck in since birth.

Dean was out in the hallway, his head in his hands. I walked out and offered him my hand, he looked at me and gave a large smile. I poured everything I had into him. Dean never took his eyes away from mine. He held my hand when I needed it, and wiped my tears when I got to the hard subjects. I didn't feel scared to tell him anything. Sure, I was exploding on the inside with jitters, but I had this gut feeling that I could trust him. This wasn't going to be easy, Dean knew that.  

We fell asleep late in the night, my head resting in his lap and his hand draped in my hair ruffling it softly. I looked up at him, "Dean, what now?" My voice quivered. To my surprise he didn't hesitate. "Now I'm going to take care of you, no matter what. Its you and me now. M'kay?" He smiled slightly. A warm feeling rushed over me, a feeling of comfort which was something I've never had before. Is this what it feels like to be... loved. Does Dean love me? Do I love Dean? Love? What's that?

My mind was full and had so many questions, but they all slipped away once I closed my eyes and drifted off into sleep.

*Early morning*

Golden rays of sunlight flooded the motel room with light. Dean was asleep next to me. A sudden blush creeped over my cheeks, Dean's shirt had risen above his jeans, showing the small happy trail that marked his torso. He was beautiful. There wasn't any denying that. But In this moment, he looked like an angel. The sun shone over his face adorning his scars that framed parts of his jawline and the slight scruff that had grown over the span of two days. His hair was tossled and still looked perfect, it looked blonde in the light. For some reason I felt drawn to him. Even from the moment I met him, it was almost like a string that connected him to me.

A/N: (TO BE CONTINUED) Thank you for all of your support. I love you all very much. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and look forward for more. Thank you.

Hope Shelton