My Angel

~9~

The next few hunts were the same—Dean recklessly throwing himself into killing the monster. Sam also noticed a large increase in Dean's drinking. He didn't risk asking about it, though, because he knew Dean wouldn't ever admit to anything. 

Dean collapsed in bed after their latest hunt. "I'm going to go have a couple drinks? You coming?" Sam asked, already knowing Dean wasn't going to come. 

"Nah, I think I'll stay here and get my head together."

Sam nodded and walked out the door. Inside, Dean pulled a bottle of Jack from underneath his bed. Deciding a glass was unnecessary, he opened the bottle and took a few gulps. 

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"Look, dude, you need to go talk to him. He won't talk to me, he continuously drinks; he's a mess" Sam explained to Castiel. 

"Is this really because of me?"

Sam nodded, "You broke his heart." 

Cass sighed, "But the law..." 

"Cass, come on. Screw the law. You already fell and rebelled against heaven for Dean. What do you have to lose?" 

Castiel thought about this for a moment before saying, "You're right Sam. I'm not going to let heaven control my feelings for Dean." With that, he was gone. Sam smiled and walked inside the bar. 

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Castiel teleported himself to Dean's motel room and walked in without knocking. He saw Dean laying in bed, a half empty bottle of Jack still in his hand. He walked over to the bed. "Cass?" Dean asked with his eyes half open. "What the hell are you doing here?" 

Cass sat on the edge of Dean's bed and placed his fingers on Dean's forehead to cure his drunkenness. "Look, Dean, I came to tell you that I don't care what the angels in heaven say. I like you. I want to be with you, and they can't do anything about it."

"But, Cass, what would they do to you?" Dean asked in surprise. 

In a serious tone, Castiel replied, "They could take my grace away from me." 

"What would that do to you?" 

"I would become human. I'd probably be weak for a while, but I'd be okay." 

"Cass. You can't risk that for me."

"I want to, Dean." 

"Ca—" Dean began, but he was cut off by Castiel pulling him in for a hug. 

"Please, Dean. I can see you're broken, and it's all my fault. Please, let me try to fix you." 

Dean nodded, "O—okay" he stuttered, carefully wrapping his arms around the angel. "Um, Cass?"

"Yes, Dean?" 

"Would you mind staying here with me tonight?" 

Cass smiled, "Sure." He stood up and pulled off his trench coat before laying in the bed with Dean. 

"Thanks, Cass." 

"You're welcome, Dean."