Destiel One-Shots

Story Eighteen

A/N: Hello, I love you won't you tell me your name. Hello, I love you let me jump in your game. Just kidding...

"Dean? Dean, is that you?"

Dean turned around and saw a cute brunette ogling at him. She looked vaguely familiar.

"Oh, hi... Melissa?"

"Marissa," she corrected, not so thrilled to see him now.

Marissa seemed to notice Catiel, standing hand-in-hand with Dean and looking confused, as usual.

"Who's your... friend?" She asked.

"Oh, uh, this is Cas, my, um, boyfriend," he explained awkwardly. "Cas, this is Marissa. We, uh, used to know each other"

"Hello, Marissa."

"Now, if you'll excuse me," Dean said, "I need a drink."

He walked to the bar and started to order, leaving Castiel and Marissa alone together.

"So. You're his boyfriend," she said malignantly, appraising Castiel. "That's funny. I could've sworn he was straight."

"Well, he is, usually," Cas said, not sure how to explain the bond he and Dean had.

"Never thought I'd see the day he'd settle for one girl, let alone one guy. He used to come around here all the time just to pick up chicks," she said. "Old love 'em and leave 'em Dean. He's gonna leave you, too."

No sooner had she finished speaking than had Dean come back.

"You guys getting along ok?" He asked.

"We're just fine. He seems like a great guy. See you around, Dean." And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away.

"Dean," Castiel said, watching her go, "Can we leave?"

"Sure."

They walked out of the bar they were in and to the Impala. Castiel was silent on the way home, thinking about what Marissa had said. Dean wouldn't leave him.

Would he?

Of course not. He and Dean had a more profound bond than Dean had had then the rest of him. Marissa didn't understand that.

But he couldn't stop himself from worrying. What if Dean did leave him? Dean was his favorite human. He wouldn't be able to function if Dean left. Dean wouldn't leave. He couldn't.

***

Dean looked straight into Castiel's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Castiel. But I don't love you," he said, without a trace of indecision. "I never did."

Castiel searched Dean's green eyes for any hint that he was lying, but found none.

"Okay," he whispered, "Goodbye, Dean."

He turned around so Dean wouldn't see the tears forming in his eyes, then woke up in bed next to Dean, with those tears threatening to overflow.

Just a dream, he told himself. That wasn't real.

He silently cursed Marissa's words, and the implications behind them: that Cas was no more than a tool, a game, and when Dean was done with him he would be thrown aside without a backward glance like the rest of Dean's many one-night-stands.

He looked at Dean, still sleeping peacefully beside him. He moved closer to the hunter, burying his face in Dean's chest and letting the tears fall.

"It's okay, Cas," Dean said sleepily, putting his arms around his boyfriend.

He was accustomed to Castiel's bad dreams by now.

"Sorry to wake you," Cas murmured thickly through his tears.

Dean's reply was a kiss on Castiel's forehead.

They were both silent for the rest of the night, Cas crying himself out and Dean quietly waiting for him to do so. As Dean's hand drew little circles on his back, Castiel tried to figure out why he was still crying.

It's not like the dream has been particularly bad, and now here was Dean, holding him while he cried, proof that the dream had not been real. All he knew was that a medley of unfamiliar human emotions was churning inside him and spilling out from his eyes.

By daybreak, Castiel's tears had almost stopped. Dean lifted Castiel's head to look at his face.

"You wanna tell me what that was about?" He asked.

Cas usually didn't cry like that, so Dean knew it couldn't have been one of his usual nightmares.

"It... it was about you, Dean," Castiel said, looking anywhere but at Dean.

"Me?"

"Yes," said Cas, now focusing on the hem of Dean's shirtsleeve. "Yesterday Marissa said... she said that you would leave me. Like all those girls." His voice broke and Dean could see the fresh tears welling in his eyes.

"Cas..." Dean didn't know what to say, so instead he held Castiel close and pressed his cheek to the top of the other man's head, breathing in the scent of his hair.

"Cas, I..." he tried again.

But apparently that was all the reassurance Cas needed, because he was fast asleep.

Castiel having a crisis. Internal conflict. Cas waking up crying. (again???) Anywho, hope you all enjoyed that, I know I did. (I may or may not be kidding) Don't forget to vote, and until next time, keep on keepin on!