A Collection Destiel Stories (WARNING SMUT)

Midnight Rain

*So, this is an imaginary circumstance in which Dean tells Castiel that he loves him. NO SMUT*
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— DEAN POV —
     It has been almost 2 weeks since I've seen Cas. I try and send him prayers, but he doesn't respond. Radio silence. It's starting to make me really worried. Why isn't he answering? Is he hurt? Is he angry at me? Is he dead? I just wish he would send me and Sam some sort of sign to let us know, that he is okay. Sam tells me that I am fretting over nothing, but I can tell something is up. Cas doesn't just leave us. At least not without giving us some sort of message letting us know he is alright. I pace down the empty halls of the bunker, desperately listening for the sound of fluttering wings. I just hope I hear from him soon.
It's been about a month since I've seen or heard from Castiel. It's been about a month since I've had a full night of rest. I just lie there, waiting for his familiar gravely voice to break the silence that surrounds me. I think that Sam is starting to worry a little now, but he keeps saying that Cas is his own man. He can come and go as he pleases, and don't get me wrong, I know that. I just wish he'd let us know that he's okay. Is that too much to ask....

— CASTIEL POV —
     He isn't taking this as well as I hoped he would. I just thought that if I leave the Winchesters alone, that maybe they'd have a better life. If they weren't friends with Heaven's most hated angel, then maybe they'd have more allies. I thought I was doing a good thing, but now, watching Dean toss and turn...calling out my name... It's hard to watch. But, I know that I am making the right choice. Sam and Dean are going to be so much better without me in their lives. I am doing them a favor. Maybe I shouldn't torture myself by watching them. Maybe I should leave them... I know I can't do that. What if they need me? I'll just continue spectating. I have nothing better to do anyways.
     Dean isn't sleeping. He stumbles around the bunker while Sam goes on hunts and takes care of business. I can tell that Sam is worried, but he also assumes that I am gonna show up again. Dean shuffles through the rooms aimlessly. He isn't taking proper care of himself. He's been eating less, and what he does eat is soaked in grease. He isn't showering, hair so oily it seems to always be wet. I hate seeing him like this, but I know what I am doing is for his well being. I am doing the right thing.

— DEAN POV —
"Cas?! Please... it's been months... I just need to know you're okay... I need to know that you are alive..." I know it's useless. 3 months of sitting alone in the bunker, making the same plea over and over again. I just wanna know if he is alive. What if he isn't... what if I'm praying to a dead man? Sam tells me that he's an angel. He probably found something more important to do. He's moved on. I don't know why, but that hurts more than thinking he's dead.
6 months. Cas has been gone for 6 months, and I am pretty sure that he's dead. Me and Sam even had our version of a funeral for him. We sat on the hood of Baby, drinking beer, and recounting memories of him to the stars above. After about an hour, Sam mumbled something about research and shuffled back to the bunker. I stayed behind, just watching the sky twinkle with unshed tears. I didn't cry. I just sat their wishing my Angel would come home.

— CASTIEL POV —
He calls my name in his sleep. He sounds so desperate... heartbroken... Sam has started praying to me as well. He mostly just tells me what I already know. Dean is really depressed. Sam says he's never seen Dean get this low. He's never watched his brother fall this far down into despair. It's my fault. "Cas... Please... Dean needs you... he's inconsolable... he just cries out for you... We think you're dead... Hell, maybe you are..." Sam never says that he needs me. It's always Dean that needs me.
I can't take it anymore. I have to leave... I can't watch them destroy themselves...

— DEAN POV —
     "Sam!!" I shout, but that demonic son of bitch already plunged that dagger into his side. I'm not sure if the scream that shatters the cool night air is mine or his. With a wink, the demon evacuates his vessel, leaving the meat suit to crumple to the floor. Sam slumps to his knees, and I catch him. I frantically press the heel of my hand to his wound, a pathetic attempt at stopping the bleeding. "Dean... I'm... I'm not gonna..." Sam stutters.
"You are gonna be just fine... okay? I just gotta get you back to the bunker... I can patch you up there, but you gotta stay with me... Sam? Sammy?!" His head lolls to the side, a slack expression on his face. "Cas!! Please... Sam is dying... if you are out there... We need you!!" I close my eyes, fighting tears. I know it's not gonna work... but I had to try... I can't just sit here while my baby brother fades away in my arms. "Dean..." Sam groans.
"I'm right here... okay?" I stroke his hair, "You're going to be okay... You don't have to keep fighting... if you're tired, Sammy... Let go..." Tears run hot down my face. Sam's pulse is growing weaker and weaker... Then two slender fingers slide over my shoulder and press to Sam's forehead. Sam hitches in a breath and falls to the ground beside me. I know who is behind me... I know it's Cas... I can smell his oddly minty, earthy smell... And I am shaking with rage... relief... fear?
I slowly rise to my feet and turn. "Hello Dean..." Cas says. The familiar words don't carry the same tone that they normally do. They sound heavy... like an apology. "Don't you do that..." I say, with more heat than I had anticipated, "Don't you think that you can wipe away all the pain you've caused..."
"That is not my intention.."
"Where were you?! I have been calling out to you for a year!! We needed you! I needed you! I just wanted to know that you were okay!!"
"I heard your prayers.."
"So you just ignored my tears? Cas, I mourned you!! I thought you were dead... My heart broke, thinking about how I never got to say goodbye... about how I never was able to tell you.." I stop cold.
"Tell me what..." Cas raises his gaze to mine. I see tears in my angel's eyes and I want nothing more than to wipe them away... but I also wanna punch him in the nose... His brow furrows, "Tell me what, Dean?"
"I thought I'd never be able to tell you that I love you..." I drop my eyes to my shoes. I don't have to look up to know that he's walking toward me. The sent of mint leaves and soil getting closer and closer... That's what it is, I think just before he kisses me, Cas smells like midnight rain.