hear me now (destiel fanfic)

.chapter 15.

Corridors.

Hallways.

It all smelled so.. sanitary.

Stepping into the room, Dean cautiously extended a hand. The hand that grasped his lead up to a tall, pale man with thick black curls. With high cheekbones and eyes that scanned every minor detail, everything about him screamed Doctor.

Cas felt his way to a chair, where he proceeded to remove his coat, handing it to Dean, who flung it over his shoulder, reminiscing in the scent it produced. Coffee. Sugar. Sex. It was all so very Cas.

The Doctor swiftly held Cas by the chin, pulling his lids back, narrowing his own eyes in close inspection. Castiel was instructed to tilt his head about ten different ways, with the Doctor always reminding him to relax his eyelids. Even with the optometrist's soothing tone, Castiel seemed tense. When the doctor left, Dean moved to Castiel's side, resting on the arm of the examination chair.

" You're doing well. He thinks everything should go smoothly. He's so confident. " Dean confided in Cas, having opened up a lot more since the two began sharing their thoughts. Dean, who was normally closed-minded and against voicing his thoughts, had been encouraged by Cas to open up. So he did, and Cas knew how frightened the whole situation made him.

Castiel was frightened as well, he wanted everything to go perfectly. Smooth, and without a hitch. Every detail had been run through by the Doctor and his consultant, more times than Cas could count on his fingers. He longed to come out of surgery, already, with it being weeks away. He wanted to tear off the bandages and be able to see Dean. He wanted to drink in the very sight of him, and never stop staring. He often wondered what Dean looked like, though he had almost created a mental image that he had mapped out through mindless tracings of the hunter's face and body.

In their time together, Dean told Cas about each and every surrounding, in as much detail as Dean could, which didn't really say much.

Recalling a sweet memory in particular, Cas though of what Dean had said. It was their first proper date, and even then, Dean had only taken him to sit by a riverbank, behind the Impala. Castiel figured Dean wanted to enjoy the view, but the hunter's eyes were permanently glued onto Castiel. Only when asked to describe their surroundings did Dean look away.

" There's a river to your left, and some birds to your right. They're nice, I guess. The water's really dark. The birds are brown, they kind of look like chickens. "

Dean never spoke of himself, or anything he wore, or looked like. Staring into a mirror and seeing John and Mary and Sam was not a pleasant thing for Dean, so he thought it best to avoid. It left Castiel very curious, though it left all the more surprise for the day he would open his eyes in the first time in his life and see world without having to just listen and feel.

Dean's descriptions of their surroundings were vague and uncomplicated, though Castiel wished Dean would paint a better mental picture for him. He became familiar with how Dean would describe his car, a shiny black sixty-seven Chevy Impala, with a large backseat (which Castiel found out could indeed fit two people, if they squeezed in tight enough). Dean talked about her like she was his child, hell, he even spoke to her, which Castiel found almost cute. He would talk about how he " had to work on baby today " and how Castiel was " welcome to join them ".

One day, when asked to describe how Castiel appeared, Dean was left at a complete loss for words. He stammered and jarred and muttered under his breath, before eventually asking how long it had been since Cas had been able to see, to which he replied with a sigh.

" I was about seven, and I only ask because I don't quite remember. What I gather from my own sense of touch is that my face is quite square, with a slightly hooked nose and refined jaw. " At this, Dean snorted playfully, reaching a hand out to graze along Castiel's chin.

" You can say that again. " And then he began to truly examine the face before him, squinting and cocking his head.

" Well... you've got these... blue eyes. They're like, really blue. " This earned a laugh from Cas, humoured by Dean's sudden lack of vocabulary.

" And your hair. Oh god I could lose myself in that mess of obsidian sex-hair... " He trailed off, almost unconsciously running a hand through Castiel's mussed up do. They shared a breathy, almost-laugh, only stopping when Cas pressed his lips to Dean's.

" Just tell me what I look like, Dean. And don't be poetic, you big sap. " He said from the corner of his mouth, lips still pressed to Dean's. Dean pulled away with a heavy sigh.

" You've got black hair. Which is sort of brown in the right light. Your eyes are blue, they're very, very blue. The rest of your face is nice, too. But I think most people see your eyes first. And not because you're blind, but because they're blue. "

" Very blue? " Cas teased, quoting Dean.

" The bluest. "

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