Destiel One Shots

His Saving Grace - Part 2

Castiel didn't wake up for 18 days. Everyday while he was in his coma-like state, Dean would sit with Cas for hours on end and talk to him while brushing his fingers through Cas's hair. He would talk about anything - from stories about his childhood to what food he cooked for Sam that day. And sometimes Dean would just stare at Cas, silently begging him to wake up.

Dean made good on his promise to Cas, though - he was right there next to him when he woke up.

Dean was doing the research for a case that Sam was working on a couple states over. Dean refused to let Cas ever be in the bunker alone, so for once he was happy to do the research. Dean had to look for connections between the victims for Sam, so Dean, of course, brought his laptop into Cas's room so he could be with him.

Dean had been working for a few hours, but he hadn't found anything significant yet. Dean sighed and ran his hands over his face and hair. He was starting to doze off in the chair that was next to the bed when he thought he heard a noise from Cas. But when Dean looked Cas was in the same statue state that he has always been in.

I must be really tired, Dean thought to himself, sighing slightly. Then he thought that he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Dean whipped his head to look over Cas's whole body, his previous tiredness quickly evading him. He then noticed that one of his hands was twitching.

"Cas?" Dean barely managed to whisper.

Cas's whole body then began to shift and his eyelids were moving as well.

"Dean.." Cas mumbled as he searched blindly for him.

"Hey ya, Cas, I'm right here, bubby," said Dean who was trying not to choke on his words.

Cas then slowly opened his eyes for the first time in weeks and was blinking, trying to regain his eye sight. "Dean!" Cas smiled widely as he spoke and then quickly wrapped his arms around Dean's shoulders.

Dean just chuckled slightly as he pulled Cas tighter around him.

"I'm so happy you're awake, Cas," Dean whispered into Cas's hair. Cas smiled and snuggled his face into Dean's neck. Dean felt a couple tears roll down his cheeks as they stayed in that position for a couple minutes but he didn't care.

Dean pulled away in order to look over Cas, "Are you feeling okay? Are you hurting anywhere? Headaches? Pains?" Dean quickly questioned in a slightly shaky voice.

"Yes, Dean, I believe I am completely fine. I believe all the sleep I had really helped my body heal," Cas said and then he noticed a tear run down Dean's face, and he carefully reached up to wipe the tear away. "Are you okay, Dean? Why are you crying?" Cas then paused and looked into Dean's eyes, where he realized that behind all the relieve and happiness that was flooded in them, there was also pain. "How long was I asleep, Dean?" Cas asked slowly.

Dean looked away from Cas and choked on a laugh, and then coughed. "You were asleep - actually in a coma - for 18 days, Cas."

Cas gasped slightly, had I really been gone that long? Cas then grabbed Dean's hand in his and brought his other hand back up to his face. He gently placed his hand on his cheek and softly stroked his thumb across Dean's cheekbone.

"I'm so sorry, Dean," Cas said empathically.

"Hey, there is no need for you to apologize. I should be the one apologizing. If I hadn't been the one to stupidly go after Metatron alone and get myself killed, then you never would have gotten yourself hurt too."

Cas could tell that this has been eating Dean alive the entire time that he had been asleep. He can't let Dean believe that. "Dean, you have to understand, no matter what you do, no matter how hurt you get, I will always do whatever it takes to heal you. To make you complete. There is nothing you could have done differently to make me change my mind. I will always protect you."

"But that's the point, Cas! I can't have you getting hurt because of me!" Dean said, exasperated.

"I do that because I love you, Dean. And I know that you would do the same for me, if the roles were switched."

"Yes, but-"

"Stop, Dean," Cas stated sternly, "Not everything is your fault, you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders."

"Then where will the weight go?" questioned Dean in a whisper.

"Put it on me," Cas easily stated.

Dean quickly pulled Cas into an earth shattering kiss. Their lips pushed and pulled and nipped and licked the other one's. They fit so perfectly together, it was mind blowing.

Dean could not believe this amazing man was his.

After what felt like hours, the two finally pulled away, only because they desperately needed to breath. Dean felt almost light headed as he lended his forehead against Cas's. Their ragged breaths mixed together and the pair smiled lovingly at each other.

Cas moved his face down to Dean's neck and breathed in his smell and smiled into his skin. Dean then pulled him into a tight hug, which Cas quickly complied to.

"I'm hungry, Dean," Cas stated into Dean's neck after he had heard his stomach groan and remember that humans need to eat food.

Dean pulled away from Cas and said with a rough voice, "I'm hungry too, but I don't think that food will satisfy me." He then pulled Cas back to him by his shirt and started peppering Cas's jaw and neck with kisses.

"Deeeaannn," Cas whined but Dean only chuckled and continued to kiss him.

"Dean, seriously, I'm famished, I have not had nourishment for weeks."

"Right, of course, sorry Cas. How does a diner sound to you?" asked Dean.

"Sounds great." Dean gave Cas a big smile before taking his hand and walking him to the garage.

As the two were walking , Cas said, "Don't worry, Dean, I'll help you with your hunger later." Cas then winked at Dean, looking slightly awkward which caused Dean to laugh softly.

"Well, you better eat quickly then," Dean smirked and sped away from the bunker.

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Sorry for those of you who cared how long it took for this to be finished...also I'm going to make this into an one-shot book, so I will try to update with stories whenever possible.