Destiel One Shots, Songfics, Writing Prompts, and Imagines

"You're Not Listening." || Sorry ~ Halsey

"I've missed your calls for months it seems..."

Castiel's Pov

There were few things that I understood about the human race. I didn't get the need for food or sleep, but the compassion for another human... I wasn't sure if I understood that or not, but deep inside, there was a part of me that did. I heard it again.

"Hey, Cas. It's been awhile, and I," his voice faltered, echoing in my mind, "I need to know you are alive. That a jackass didn't kill you. That I don't need to kill a jackass who killed you or whatever. Look, dude. Just... Answer me, please."

I stared at the trees lining the road, where the automobiles flew by on. My mind was confused, as I heard his prayers echoing in my head, bouncing around.

"It's Dean again. Look, Cas, I don't really know where the hell you are. I don't know if your angel ass is even still breathing, so I swear. If you aren't dead. I'll kick your ass."

My heart clenched, like someone was squeezing it, so tight, that I couldn't breathe. My heart pounded, as my breath came back, a sigh slipping through my lips. Why was I doing this?

"Shit. You're dead, aren't you? Shit. Shit. Shit," his voice shook, sounding like he was in distress, "I'm kinda mad, but at the same time... I wanna kill the bastard who killed you. I want to torture him just as he did to me. That's a dick move, but it's worth it."

I sighed, relishing in his foolishness, easily speaking,
"I'm okay, Dean."

He fell silent, as I guessed he was in shock, or 'surprised' in a way. I closed my eyes, waiting patiently for his response, yet, I knew there wouldn't be one. I whispered, into the night air, that blew upon my skin, "I'm sorry, Dean."

"Don't realise how mean I can be..."

Dean's Pov

I stared at the wall, mind unfocused and hazy. He didn't say anything for months, and when he did... It was just confirmation.
He wasn't dead.
Why was that so relieving?
I breathed in, not realizing that I had held my breath until now. I leaned my head against the headboard, my body tired. I glanced over at Sam, his light snores bleeding through the deadly silence. My eyes closed, scenes flashing before the dark, 'His bright blue eyes were darkened, not in anger. Tears on the brim of his eyes, I felt my heart sink slightly, "Look, Cas, without your angel crap... You can't help us." His face stayed the same, as Sam glanced between the two of us for a moment, "Wait, guys. Come o-" Suddenly, he was gone, the only thing left, was the soft flutter of wings. Shit.'
I sighed, head leaning back farther, remembering, 'I spoke, stern, "We can't trust you anymore Cas," he frowned, as my voice never faltered, "You lied, and tried to take over the fucking world. Are you really surprised?" He spoke up, "Dean, I-" I shook my head, "Shut up." He fell silent, as I screamed, "You almost killed Sam, you know I can't take that shit!" His face fell, his voice seemingly no longer in reach, as he muttered something softly, but I didn't try to hear it. -Maybe I should have.- I growled, into the tense air, "Leave, Castiel," I could feel his eyes on me for a few moments, as his deep voice rumbled into the air, "I'm sorry, Dean." I hid the tears falling down my face, speaking steadily, "Leave."' I inhaled, muttering into the motel air, "Maybe I should've given you a chance to explain," I squeezed my eyes shut, "Maybe if I wasn't such an ass, I could fix all of this. But I can't."