Destiel Oneshots

Don't Let Go

A/N: sorry it has taken me a week to update but school has really been killing me. I've just been super stressed so I'm sorry. Anyways this is based on one of my favorite songs atm. And tbh it's okay I just wanted to post for you guys. So tell me what you think!

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It was just a dumb house party, Dean wasn't supposed to get anything out of it except a few drinks. He didn't even go to Stanford, he was just visiting Sam and Jess for the weekend.

He didn't expect to see a beautiful man walking across the room with his cup raised high so he could navigate the crowd. Dean didn't remember what possessed him to walk over to the literal angel that didn't belong in some run down frat house.

Next thing he knew, they were dancing in the dense crowd of people and Dean kept refilling the man's cup. It was midnight when the man finally admitted that he wasn't much of a drinker and he felt like he had drunk a whole bar.

When Dean took the poor drunk back to his apartment, he didn't pay mind that he threw up his whole stomach because Dean could only think of the dance.

The man was quite good at dancing, unlike Dean who had two left feet. There was one moment when the man turned his head to look at Dean and he smiled this smile that just got Dean swooning. Dean swore that those perfect teeth were what sobered him up and the way his blue eyes lit up the dim living room.

Dean had been pulled back to reality when the blue-eyed man leaned against Dean's chest, lazily flushing the toilet. Dean gently kissed his head and smiled.

"Did you want to stay the night?" His voice was gruff from what he though was because of throwing up, but Dean would soon learn it was always like that.

The thing was the man had already asked him in the car and Dean had already politely declined.

"I already told you, I think you need some sleep and advil."

The blue-eyed man groaned, but let Dean lead him into bed and he might have left his number on the nightstand for him to wake up to.

Just like he had hoped Dean got a call the next day and a date that night. In fact, Dean had a date for the rest of his life. After 2 years of being boyfriends, Dean decided that they were ready for the next step. So Dean proposed and Cas said yes. They were married for a year before they adopted. It was a little boy, he was four years old and his name was Jack. A year after Jack was adopted he wanted a sibling and he got a little sister. She was three years old and her name was Claire.

Now two years later the kids are seven and five. It was Dean's turn to take them to school and make them breakfast. Wednesday mornings neither of the husbands worked so they always made it their day. After kissing the kids on the head and waving them goodbye, Dean was racing home to jump back into the warmth of his bed and husband.

Now home, Dean could hardly believe his luck. He had walked into the room and Cas looked over his shoulder, suddenly Dean was twenty-one again and he had just seen the blue-eyed man across the room. Whoever Dean had to thank for this, he would. He would never trade lazy Wednesday cuddles and Friday night movies.

Dean pulled Cas out of bed, much to the latter's dismay. "What, Dean?"

"I want to dance with you," Dean smiled, nudging his nose into Cas's cheek.

"You're one cheesy guy, Winchester.

Now Dean is 90 years old, an age he never thought he'd reach when he was 20. Cas had died just last year and he honestly had no idea how he had lived without him for so long. But somehow he knew, today was his last day.

He had lunch with Jack and Claire. They laughed as they talked about their kids and Dean was so proud of them.

When Dean got home that day, he laid in bed and thought about his last words to Cas. "I want to live with you, even if we're ghosts."

So now they could haunt their children forever because Dean died that night. He died remembering the man he fell in love with all those years ago.

The blue eyes he had the blessing to see every morning and every night. He remembered the times they danced and laughed. The look on Cas's face when he held their children for the first time.

They had never let go of each other and even in heaven, they never did.