Even Bumblebees Sting|| A Destiel, sabriel, and michifer fanfic

hamburglar

(Royals Pov)

And there they were.

Castiel was standing at the edge of the doorway. A small flickering light from the street lamp highlighted the little crease in between his brow. Thoughts race through his mind, and I tried to pull back from reading a single one.

But it was too much.

Should I

Will I

Does he even know me?

He's doing the best he can.

Am I good enough?

You're doing the best you can.

I can't

You can try.

But all I could do was sit, and let his mind decide on its own. This wasn't my story after all.

The brunette finally made up his mind, and walked outside. Turning away was hard at that moment because I knew I was turning away from the first man Castiel had ever let in, the man I would soon give my role over as protecter, guardian in some ways.

"Tia." Claire's soft voice tugged me back into reality. Her blue eyes were curious and sad at the same time. Giving off emotions her face hadn't quite learned to express yet.

"Yes lovey."

Her smile was calming and sincere as she pointed outside. She was obviously wondering about the situation that went on outside these walls. A sort of wonder you got when you saw something you didn't understand.

"You're Papa and Dean are working stuff out Claire, they're building." The child only nodded, sniffing a little, and laid her head down sweetly into my shoulder. She gave off a feeling of forgiveness and understanding. Most around her feel loved. Claire was a strange girl like her father, but both were admiral by the way they take their unusual personas.

Dean and Castiel talked, and talked.

Then they were gone.
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(Deans Pov)

Why do we always seem to fuck up in some way?

It's our nature, look at our dad for example-

Yeah ok alright.

Why couldn't I just say the right thing at the right time? I may have just lost someone who cares about me over stupid insecurities.

Looks like another stop at the roadhouse?

Fine by me-

"Dean!" I twisted over to see Cas hunched onto the side of his doorway. His face was unreadable which scares me a bit.

What was he thinking? He walked over to me, and plopped his head down onto my shoulder.

"I'm mad at you"

"I know."

"You're stupid."

"I know."

He snuggles into my collar bone. Blush crept across my face as he snorted, "You know how you can make it up?"

"What?" I said.

"Buy me food."

~~~~~

(Castiels Pov)

We drove up to a strange looking roadhouse and Dean opened the car door for me.

"Thanks." I blushed. He smiled fondly, but then dropped his head down slightly. Before I could say anything, he had opened the door for me. I walked in and immediately smelt alcohol and burgers. The scent was surprisingly comforting and I observed the row of damaged, patched booths in the front.