Destiel Oneshots

4- King of Pain Pt. 2

Brockville, New York, Three months later 

The hunt wasn't going as well as they had origionally hoped. 

Dean had wanted to bring Cas on his first hunt as a human and he had thought he had in fact chosen an easy job. 

He was wrong.

No rookie should have to face an entire nest of vamps when they only were expecting one. Sure, Cas had Dean right there with him, but still.

On the way back from their narrow escape, Dean fumed silently. Cas, sitting shot gun broke the tense silence after a few minutes. "Dean, should we call Sam?"

"No. He's away in South Carolina with some wendigos." With that, he fixed his stony gaze out the windshield again.

Cas felt dejected. He silently took a rag from the door pocket and wiped the fresh blood from his Led Zepplin United States of America Tour  T-shirt that Dean had convinced (forced) him to get, probably because he  thought it humorous for an Angel to wear a shirt with an angel on it.

He sighed. "Dean, are you mad at me for messing up?"

Dean's eyes turned on his friend sitting next to him. "Of course not, Cas. I'm not mad at you at all. Hell, you killed four of them. That's pretty damn good for a new hunter."

They reached the cheap motel, the Impala's tires crunching over the gravel and coming to a stop. 

"Then what is wrong, Dean? And don't say it's nothing," Cas warned. Dean got out of the car alongside Castiel and opened the door wit a violent swing, almost denting the motel room wall in the process. "Dean!" Cas said indignatly, almost yelling.

"I'm mad at myself, Cas." He said, not meeting the man's eyes. Dean flung the silver pistol to the patterened bed spread, Cas flinching. "I'm mad that someone who has been hunting as long as I have can't even spot the difference between a single vamp attack and a nest. I'm such a screw up."

"You don't really believe that, do you?"

Dean came to a stop in front of the mirror hung on the back wall and studied his reflection. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde har and his shoulders slumped. "I do because it's true. I'll never be a hunter like Bobby or Rufus. I always make mistakes. I let my mom die, my dad, Sam several times... and today, I almost let you die. I'm such a failure. I'm disgusting -"

Before he could continue, however, he spotted Castiel in the mirror coming up behind him. Dean turned as Cas put his hands on the sides of Dean's arms, forcing the man to meet his eyes. He did so and in them, Cas saw pain. 

Cas watched the broken man behind the green eyes for a moment longer before moving his hands again, placing his fingertips under Dean's shoulder blades as his thumbs laid on Dean's rib cage. Cas bent down and kissed him softly, over the spot where Dean's heartbeat was quickening. 

After a long moment, Cas straightened again, looking Dean right in the eyes.

Dean knew what Cas meant.

"Dean, I can't heal you with my powers anymore, but I will do the best I can."

And in that moment, Dean Winchester knew he was hopelessly head over heals for the Angel, fallen or not.