hey jude // destiel

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*Castiel's POV*

(idfk if you'd count this as nsfw or what- but yeah weewoo makeout scene watch out dont read this in the car with your mom looking over your shoulder)

"Yeah, I do plan on killing myself." I admitted, shrugging. "It's not as big of a deal as everyone makes it out to be though. Suicide is just another method. I mean, there's lots of alternatives to suicide, but in the end, we all die, so why does it matter?"

"Uh, it fucking matters, okay pal?" Dean leaned forward, making eye contact with me. "Living longer means you get to see the beauty of life! And sure, the ugly too. But nothing is perfect, everything has a bad side."

I smiled, pressing my hands together. "I don't care about the beauty of life or whatever. I just want to be alive long enough to make a difference."

Dean frowned, putting his arm over my shoulder. "Man, you really are lost, aren't you?" I nodded, tears running down my face. "No, I do want to live. I do. I want you to sing me Hey Jude. I want to fall in love. But who knows how long I'll have to wait for any of that? Or how much time I'll waste looking for 'The One'?"

Dean sighed, looking around the theater. He patted the seat next to him. I slowly stood up and sat there, tears still running down my face. "Dean, I really have no clue where my life is headed." I said, putting my face in my hands.

He lifts my face with his hand and
turns me towards him. I felt my face heat up, and I couldn't help but glance down at his lips. He caught this, and responded by leaning forward. "Maybe..." His breath was hot on my lips. "Maybe you've already found 'The One'."

We both leaned in, and our lips touched briefly. I closed my eyes, expecting a kiss. I waited a second, then opened my eyes again. Dean was still right there, our lips were still touching. But he was crying.

I closed the gap, and pushed our lips together, moving in harmony with Dean. My hand snaked around his neck, and he caressed my cheek. We stopped for a few seconds, and he rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip.

Then, he kissed me again, this time more roughly. His lips moved quicker, and I slowed down, catching my breath. He stopped, moving back a few inches and staring into my eyes. I stared back.

His eyes were so filled with hope and purpose and love. His bright green gems that could light up this whole theater.

He pulled me back in and hugged me. "What the hell are you doing to me, Castiel? One day I'm pissed about you listening to me sing, the next we're making out in the theater." I chuckled, wiping my eyes. "Yeah, I think I have found the one... Dean?" I lean out of the hug, and smile at him. "Yeah?" "Can you sing for me?" I close my eyes, expecting rejection. But it's nothing. Just silence.

"Hey, Jude..."