Destiel Oneshots

Memories

A/N: it's finally here! This is a song fic based on Memories by Panic! At The Disco. It's a really really good song and you should check it out. I hope you guys enjoy this once because I think it is the best planned out one with a real story line. It's also really long so I hope you enjoy that.

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-Sam

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He stood at their sink, knowing the dishes needed washing but too tired to even try. His job was washing dishes, he didn't want to come home and do them too. He had been working since 7 in the morning, it was now midnight. His shoulders sagged and he tiredly rubbed his face. Dean wasn't home yet and he had left for work before Cas.

Cas slowly picked up the sponge and began washing their dingy plates. How had things become so bad? Life used to be manageable, even when things weren't going their way. He stared at his hands covered in soap, but he could still spot every callous. His hands were once smooth and it didn't take an expert to know he had an easy life prior to his dramatic decision.

He remembered getting babied and he used to hate it with all his being. He wanted to prove that he was worth something, that he could do whatever it was that everyone else did. Well, he got his wish, but at what cost?

It took him an hour to finish the dishes, mostly because he couldn't keep his eyes open. He swayed more times than he'd like to admit and dropped nearly every dish he picked up.

He stumbled into his cramped bedroom that he shared with Dean, wishing their mattress was softer and their blankets were cozier. He wished Dean was here, even after their argument from last night.

How did this happen?

Three years ago he met Dean.

He was the congregation's vagrant,
With an unrequited love.
When your passion's exaltation,
Than finding refuge is not enough.

Cas remembered the first time he saw Dean at the church. He was only 17 at the time, but he knew that he fell in love with Dean as soon as he saw him.

He stood out like a sore thumb. He wore a weather-beaten leather jacket and work boots, while everyone else was dressed to the nines. He never looked too interested in the sermons either, Cas used to make up stories as to why Dean would even come.

He was an undercover spy trying to crack a holy scandal. He was a satanist trying to end the ways of Christianity. Or he was a lost boy trying to find something to hold onto. The last was always Cas' favorite, it gave Dean a sense of humanity that he hoped was in everyone.

Nobody particularly liked the wanderer. He never spoke to anyone and never cracked a smile. He just sat in the back and listened with a bored expression. They all found him rude and had stopped trying to reach out to the young man after only a week. But that never stopped him from helping the members of the church.

When Mrs. Smith's car was stolen, Dean found it in less than 24 hours. He knocked on her door, handed her the keys, and said nothing. When teenagers were vandalizing the outside of the church, Dean stayed up all night to catch them before turning them into the police. No matter what he did, no one in the church gave Dean a chance.

Cas remembered the first time he spoke to Dean, it came as a surprise to both of them. Dean had been at the church for about 5 months now and Cas was willing to embarrass himself just to ask Dean the question that had been eating at him.