Fluff and Angst collection! Destiel, Sabriel and Cockles exclusive

An Angel Isn't Truly Dead Until There Are Wings Of Charcoal

(Fluff and angst, artwork not mine and I'll give credit soon enough I just need to find it. it was so hard to choose a song for this! 1) Ride On - ACDC 2)All of My Love - Led Zeppelin 3) The End - The Doors. Listen to Ride On first, during this chapter. It's in the sidebar. Enjoy)
"Dean, hold on!" Sam yelled to his retreating brother's back. The older hunter froze, hand on the motel room door handle.
"What?"
"Don't do anything stupid." Dean nodded, stepping outside into the chilly air. He knew his brother was worried but Dean wasn't going to kill himself. He just needed some time alone with his own thoughts. He slid into the Impala, sitting inside the dark interior, breathing in the scent of his brother's cologne, mixed with the faint smell of cinnamon and wind that was so distinctly Cas. The pent up sadness threatened to surface, and so the older Winchester turned the key, listening to the engine purr into life. Then, unable to stand the silence, he rammed his Metallica cassette into the radio and, as he drove along the deserted road, he hummed along to 'Nothing Else Matters'.
The demon knew exactly what it was doing when, after knocking Sam out and tying Dean up, it began carving into Castiel with an angel blade, smirking every time the angel groaned in agony.
"Leave him alone!" Dean growled, struggling against his bonds. The demon chuckled.
"As long as he's in pain, so are you. And trust me, Dean, that's enough for me." It teased the sharp blade against Castiel's neck, leaving a glowing blue light before it began bleeding.
"I swear, I will kill you."
"No you won't." It shrugged, tracing a line down Castiel's torso, stopping at his gut.
"I will." Sam hissed from behind the demon, as he jumped up, stabbing the demon in the heart with Ruby's knife. However, he was too late. The angel blade was firmly stuck inside Castiel's gut, the angel's head hanging forward, blood oozing from the large wound. As soon as Sam freed Dean, the older Winchester fell to his knees beside his angel, the love of his life, though he didn't know it. Dean wasn't going to tell him. He risked their friendship, their lives with those feelings. So he kept seemingly oblivious Cas in the dark. Except, now, as he cradled the angel's arms in his own, he felt like telling Castiel everything. He almost did. But then, before he knew it, they were in the hospital, the heart monitor flat lining.
Dean sighed as he pulled over, the sudden rain too heavy to drive. He stayed inside the vehicle for a long while, sitting in silence while tears streamed down his cheeks. Dean cried before, sure he did, but never this hard. It never hurt as much as it did that night. He sobbed, taking in shuddered breaths, leaning his head on the wheel. It was only a few hours later, when the rain let up a little and the vehicle was beginning to get uncomfortably cold, that Dean bit his lip, dried his eyes with his sleeve and began the drive to the motel.
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"Dean?" Sam called from his bed as his brother walked in, his hair soaking wet. He closed the door, slipping the leather jacket off and stepped inside the bathroom to dry his hair. When he was done, he headed over to his own bed, falling on top of it, not bothering with taking off his shoes.
"Dean. Are you okay?" Sam bit his lip, sitting up and looking worriedly at his brother.
"Yes, Sammy. I'm fine." The Winchester's voice was monotone as he turned his back on his brother. Sam sighed. They were meant to leave today but Sam figured they'd leave tomorrow instead. Castiel was buried and that's what worried Sam the most. He himself had said exactly what Dean did, "He'll need a body when I bring him back."
"Sam?" Dean's voice broke his line of thought.
"Yeah?"
"Why Cas?" Sam paused. He didn't have an answer.
"I don't know, Dean." Dean sighed, sitting up again. He grabbed his duffel bag and started packing all his things. Sam followed suit, frankly quite tired of the sketchy motel.
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They drove along the empty highway, every so often passing a different car. Sam breathed out deeply, glancing at his brother's brooding and pensive face. Dean was silent, the radio switched off, only the purring of the Impala's engine breaking the thick silence. His older brother had 5 o'clock shadow, making him look even older, even more worried.
"What?" Dean asked, finally noticing his brother's staring.
"Nothing. I just... You love him, don't you?" Sam decided to lay it on the line. He knew he hit close to home when Dean froze, his knuckles turning white from tightly gripping the wheel.
"Dean. It's okay, calm down."
"How could you tell?" Dean asked after a while.
"Because I've seen you with a lot of people, Lisa, for example, and none of them did you care about as much as you do about Cas. Plus, I've loved and I've lost, too." Sam smiled sadly, remembering the one he was sure was The One. (Guess who?)
"I just regret not telling him sooner." Dean confessed. Sam nodded.
"It hurts like a bitch, doesn't it?" Dean murmured what sounded like an affirmative.
"Can we just... Leave it? I'm not ready for a chick flick moment, I've had enough to last a lifetime in this past week. I'll let you know when I wanna talk." Sam exhaled, leaning his head against the window. He blankly watched the trees flashing past, not thinking. Dean turned on the radio and the first notes of Ride On filled the silence as he watched the sun rising softly, reminding him of the love of his life. 

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Dean sat on his bed at the bunker, smiling sadly as his tears splashed onto a photo of Cas laughing, his head thrown back, Dean watching him from a chair beside him. It was taken on Dean's birthday and he had managed to convince Cas to wear his old ACDC shirt. He sighed, placing the frame back onto his nightstand. He fell backwards onto the bed, staring at the ceiling until his eyelids got heavy and he fell asleep.

He was woken by the mattress dipping behind him. His eyes snapped open and he reached to his pillow, pulling out his knife. In one swift movement, he was pinning the intruder down, straddling them with the knife pressed against their neck. It was only when his eyes fully adjusted to the darkness did he realize that it was Castiel. He stared for a long time before grabbing his arm, sliding the silver knife across the smooth flesh. Then, when he got no reaction, he grabbed his holy water with salt dissolved in it and splashed some onto his palm. Finally, when he was certain the intruder was human, or at least not demonic, he released his hold, rolling back onto his side.

"Hello, Dean." 

"Cas?"

"Yes." The angel smiled. Dean bit his lip.

"But... You were dead!" 

"I learned some things from my brother," Cas murmured, looking at Dean. "When I was away, I had time to think. And I've finally realized..." He trailed off, instead leaning into the hunter's lips, "That I love you." With that, the angel brought their lips together, in a sweet, desperate kiss.

(sequel dedicated to sabriel? yay? nay? I know this is destiel exclusive but I can make a few exceptions)