Still Here-Destiel

Still Here

"Alright, Sammy let's go." Dean held the keys in his hand tightly as he waved them in the air, Sam following with his duffel bag hanging over his shoulder. The door to the motel shut abruptly as the brothers made their way to the Impala sitting patiently beneath the blazing sun. The charcoal colored paint was hot to the touch, the chrome accents glistening against the rays. The car was a sight to behold, for it was Dean's prized possession. Both brothers shoved their belongings in the trunk, slamming it shut before climbing into the vehicle, Dean in the driver's seat while Sam took the passenger's. Dean jammed the key into the ignition, the Impala's recognizable engine roaring to life as he began backing out of the parking spot.

Then the two were on the road, on their way to Indiana for a case about supposed hearts being ripped out of civilians' chests.

"Okay, so five victims, all women that don't seem to have anything similar between them, all their hearts ripped out of their chests. Sounds like a werewolf." Dean nodded, his green apple eyes strained on the pavement road ahead, clutching the leather black steering wheel tight. The younger brother looked grimly to his sibling before turning his attention to the chalky window to his right, staring at the trees longingly. The drive was silent, Sam falling asleep at one point, his long brown hair softly falling over his face as he slept. Dean let him sleep, of course, always being the protective older brother who only wanted his baby brother to be happy even if he was stuck in the family business. The Impala reached its destination by nightfall, only having to make one stop at a Gas N' Sip for a refuel before running on the road once again. Baby blended in with the blackness of night as she lay still in an empty parking lot of a cheap motel. Dean nudged his brother awake but Sam didn't wake up, making his way to the lobby of the motel to rent for the night. His arms leaned on the counter, sleep already ready to take over his mind. The owner of the motel was older, his brown hair thinning on his pudgy, old face.

"How many rooms and nights?" The portly man's voice was gruff, his dull green eyes boring into Dean's bright apple green.

"Just one with two beds for a night, thanks." He turned around, grabbing a key to room 2B and handing it to Dean as he put the charge in the cash register.

"That'll be fifty and sixty-seven cents." Dean's hand lazily rubbed his tired face as he fished his wallet out of his back jean pocket, tossing the dollars on the counter before heading back out toward the car and his brother. He had to stay awake just for a little bit longer. His broad hand knocked on the glass window, startling his brother who woke with a jolt before sighing and stepping out of the vehicle. The brothers grabbed their duffels from the trunk, now making their way into the cheap motel room that smelled like dust, stale sex, and alcohol. Was the smell always the same? Dean flicked on the light while Sam dropped his bag on the closest bed, then headed for the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He sighed, trudging towards the bed while he slipped off his jacket and flannel, tossing them in the duffel before slipping off his jeans leaving him in his black T-shirt and boxers. His mind was blank and his eyes were heavy as he fell onto the bed, one arm lazily draped across his face.

Wind swept through his dirty blonde hair as the aroma of a warm summer filled his nostrils. This, this is where he wanted to be. Away from the disasters and tormentous events of the material world. The blue sky hung overhead, speckled with large fluffy white clouds with the large yellow sphere shining down on his features. A smile slowly crept its way onto his lips as he stared at the sight before him. The grass was a vibrant green in an endless field while a large oak tree was only a few meters away, a figure standing beneath it. Immediately, his legs carried him towards the large oak standing perfectly in the middle of the empty field. The warm air and vibrancy of the field caused a happy bliss to fill the man's body as he ran through the lively grass before he stood directly behind the figure, underneath the shade of the oak. The figure turned around and Dean's smile grew larger upon recognizing the distinguishable angel. His trench coat swayed with the light breeze while his large blue eyes shone brighter than ever in the light of the radiant sun. His black hair swayed gently on top of his head while his arms hung gently at his sides. Emotions swelled up in Dean as he ran up to hug the trench coat angel. Damn, it had been a while since he had seen him.