Where Have You Been? [Destiel]

Chapter 16

He wasn't actually going to be okay, the doctor told me.

One of his lungs was pathetically failing, the other one getting there. He couldn't breathe properly.

But even then, maybe, just maybe, Dean would actually hang around and stay with me for a little while longer.

~

Dean spent some of his days with Maddie and Anna and Gabe and me, and some of his days with just me. He told me stories from before he was left his house. His eyes would light up in happiness every time he brought his brother up.

And one day, a normal day of Dean staring out the window and me staring at Dean, someone walked in.

It was his brother, Sam, and his dad.

Dean turned, expecting to see someone who normally comes, but the look on his face was priceless when he saw them.

"Sammy," he said. He didn't even acknowledge his father. Sam ran over to Dean and gently hugged him and said soothing things to him. Dean's dad just sat in a corner of the room, subtly crying.

"Dad."

They hugged, they said their awkward hello's. And then Dean introduced me with a twinkle in his eye.

"I love you," he said after a while.

"I love you, too," I told him, trying not to burst into tears. Sam didn't bat an eye, but his dad was hesitant before shaking my hand. That didn't surprise me. Most people were hesitant after Dean introduced me as his boyfriend or the other way around.

Sam and his dad weren't here all the time, but they made their appearances. I was the one that spent every day and night here.

~

One night, I was reading a book that Anna brought for me, and Dean turned his head toward me before taking a sharp breath and grabbing my hand. He held it tight, like it was the last thing he would ever do and he pulled me closer to him, kissing me. I let him do it; it's not like he was contagious, anyway.

Even if he was contagious, who gives a fuck?

I lied in bed with him and if I closed my eyes, we were back in his dorm room, taking in every bit of each other like it was the very last thing we'd ever get a whiff of. Which it could have been, for him, at least.

I made him stop kissing me after a while for fear he would lose all of his breath. Literally.

"I..." he sobbed. "I don't want to leave you."