Sad Destiel One-Shots

Words

  Dean stood in the doorway of the living room of his and Cas' apartment, watching Cas where he was sitting on the couch. The two of them had been dating for almost a year now - most of the time they'd had that apartment. It had been going so well. Dean was in love, utterly and completely. Cas was amazing. Dean had been a mess when he first met Cas, depressed, drinking most nights, unable to remember much of anything. But then Cas showed up. He'd seen who Dean could be, and he'd been so full of life he'd brought Dean back to life with him.

  And now look at him.

  Dean walked over to Cas, who was huddled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, his favorite kind of tea sitting on the coffee table in front of him, cold and untouched. Dean watched Cas for a second, trying to think of something to say, before sitting next to him silently. Cas didn't react for a second before resting his head on Dean's shoulder, his eyes staring ahead, unblinking. Dean put his arm around Cas' shoulders, and there they sat. 

  After what felt like an eternity of silence, Dean finally bullied his brain into coming up with words.

  "They love you," he said quietly. Cas didn't stir. He didn't say anything. But Dean felt a tear fall onto his shoulder. "Anyone can see how much they love you." Cas began to shake with sobs and Dean felt his heart break as he turned and pulled Cas close to him, wishing beyond anything he could take this pain away. Cas' fingers dug into Dean's shoulder as he buried his face in Dean's shirt, his tears soaking into the fabric as Dean tried to keep tears of his own from falling.

  An hour later, they were still there. There were no more words, and no more tears. It was just the two of them. Slient.