Midnight Storms - Short Destiel Fluff

Midnight Storms

                                             Cas POV

BOOM!                                                    

Thunder and lighting shook the bunker, bright blue lights that reminded Castiel of his Grace flashes after every booming thunder, illuminating the walls. Castiel hasn't ever been afraid of natural storms or disasters, well that was until he heard the lighting crash every few seconds. It reminded him of his childhood in Heaven, playing with Gabriel and Michael being a warrior even then. I'm one of the youngest angels in Heaven. I got picked on a lot, mostly just because of my wings. Angels are supposed to have white or golden wings, not black. I never understood in Heaven why thunder scared people. It was just a noise, and lighting was just a bright color that flashes. Why were people so afraid?

I now know why. At least I think I do. Lighting and thunder can remind people of things, their past could strike them at any point. Just like a storm, it could evolve, sending down strikes of pure light.

I try to block out the memories, my wings getting plucked by Naomi. Gabriel standing up for me, then just getting it even worse. Raphael was the worst of them. He would use my wing color against me, making me believe that the other angels avoided me. I remember when they used to chase me around the Garden, punching and hitting on me until I bleed. I don't talk about them because they scare me. I mean, I'm a Winchester now. At least Dean and Sam say so. Winchesters' don't talk about their feelings.

Right?

Crash!

Lighting crashes, sending a loud echo through my room. The walls light up again, I grip my pillow tighter and my legs get more and more tangled in the blanket.

Boom! Crash!

One feather plucked. I cry into my pillow. Two punches were thrown, I hold back a scream of mercy. Angels aren't supposed to be scared of things, their supposed to be there to remind people to not be scared of things. Not crying over a noise. Or memories.

But, then again... I'm not an angel. Not anymore, ever since I lost my grace I've had nightmares almost every night. Of purgatory, the angels falling, my past in Heaven, Dean dying, and so much more. But, I keep them to myself- no reason to bother other people who wouldn't care, I mean Sam and Dean have more important stuff to do. I'm just an attachment, a burden. I realize that I'm sobbing now, hopefully not too loud- I can't stop the tears from falling, this is the only time that I can have this type of releasement. I can not show this to Dean nor Sam. I'm supposed to be their protector- Deans' protector.

Boom!

Three kicks in my ribs. I barely can hold back a broken shout for it to stop.

Crash!

Four feathers are gone, blood's all over my back. Five punches to my head, face, legs, and wings.

I shout, a horrible shout of fear and pain. I tried to hold it back- another shout escapes my lips, my sobbing getting stronger. Hopefully, I did not wake anyone.

Guess I did.

I see a tall figure stand in the doorway, the light lights in the bunker creating a black shadow on its' front body.

"Cas?" I hear a concerned voice say my name, Sam. "Hey, hey buddy- Woah" He steps towards my shaking, sobbing body of a man. When he notices my state, he jumps slightly. "Ok-okay... um, I-I'm going to uh get Dean. Right, be right back-" He's already out the door before I can deny, I sob harder now. My chest feels like it's about to cave in, my heart thumping at the speed of light. I can hear ringing in my ears, and I shout again. What's happening to me?

Sams' POV

I run down the hallway, what's wrong with him? I don't think I've actually ever seen Castiel cry. It was really unexpected. I went in there because I heard him scream, so I thought something had happened. Either way, I'm glad I did. I obviously didn't know how to deal with that, since well, Dean and Cas have a more.. How does Cas put it? 'Profound bond.' Every time I used to hear him say it I would snort at the fact that Dean would go bright red, while Cas just looked very confused. Now, however, I do think it's true. I've seen the way that they look at each other- hell, it's more like stare at each other.

I barely come to a halt at Deans' door, having to grab onto the handle to steady myself. How fast was I running? Deans' door is always open slightly, I guess so he can hear if something happens. I push it open more, the wood and bolts crack and creak slightly, making Dean jerk awake. "What the hell, dude?" I step into the dark room, rock music barely audible from the headphones on the ground. "Sorry. We have an issue with Cas." This get's him moving, by the time I can even process what's going on, he's already trying to push past me. "What issue?" "I heard him scream and crying- I think he's having a nightmare or something. He's having a panic-" Before I can even get out the last part, Dean's footsteps are already pounding down the hallway.

Deans' POV

I didn't even need to hear the last part of Sammy's sentence. I don't know why, but whenever it comes to Cas being hurt or in pain, I'm a very protective person. But, I also have to keep up a sassy attitude- because well, that's half of my personality. I jog down the hallway, coming to a stop in front of Cas' doorway. I hear quiet sobs from his bed, I look inside and all I see is a man sitting up, his back shaking. I could've sworn I heard a quiet shout.

I gently open the door, then I close it back. What the hell is wrong with me? I shrug it off. I softly walk towards Castiel, this broken but beautiful person. That little voice in the back of my head pops up again, what do you mean beautiful? He's a man- not even that a angel! Shut up. I reply. "Hey- hey, Cas? Cas, buddy it's me- Dean" My voice is softer- kinder than I would have expected. My name gets' his attention, he looks up at me with puffy red eyes. My chest physically hurts at seeing him this way. "D-Dean?" I hear a croaky, stuttering voice ask. "Yeah, yeah it's Dean." I gently sit beside him on the bed, it sags a little. "It's okay- Cas, you're safe here, with us." I place my arm around his back, then he leans into the sort-of-hug-but-no-homo-deal. He rests his head on my shoulder, crying more. "Shh, shh you're safe." What is going on with me? This is only so he will feel safe- right, totally not because I enjoy it too. I shift our position so both of my arms are around him, him sitting in my lap. Totally, you're not enjoying this. His hands have a handful of my shirt on my back, gripping it like I might disappear at any second. His face has been long since buried in the little crook between my neck and shoulder- his sobbing has slightly softened but not much. I rest my head on top of his hair, telling him calming things that Mom used to tell me. "You're safe here, Cas. No one is coming- no one is going to get to you. Not through Sam, or through me." "I've got you, not another soul can see any of this" Well except God, but let's not get into that. God, it's cold.

Maybe if I could just get under the bla- No, no way am I sleeping with a man- But, you want too- No I d- We both know that you love the guy, maybe a little more than what you say. Shut up. Make me. Oh well, here goes nothing. I shift again- moving both of us so we're both on pillows. I gently pull the light gray blanket up over us, Cas has stopped his crying now. Now, he lays his head on my chest, my arm around his back, and one on his waist. See, told you so- Shut up. I gently run my fingers through his raven colored hair, making streaks of it stick out at odd angles. Once I think he's asleep, I softly kiss the top of his head. I quietly speak four words, "I love you, Castiel." After that, I hear the unexpected five words- "I love you too, Dean."