Destiel Oneshots

My Depressed Angel I

A/N first person POV yay! It's Dean's POV btw.

Warning: there may be triggers in this chapter.

I was finally released from being "grounded". After my dad found out I was dating a boy, he had grounded me and told me not to see him anymore. Only, it wasn't that easy.

When I was with Cas, everything felt right. Like we were meant to be. Like an author wrote us to be together, to be companions in their story.

Also, Castiel has a slight depression problem. When he found out I was grounded, he didn't leave his house. At all. I know this because my little brother is secretly dating Cas's little brother, Gabe. They talk about everything. Even Cas.

Then, out of the blue not five minutes ago, John says I'm not grounded anymore. I couldn't wait to tell Cas!

I ran out of the house and to my car. I drove across town to where my boyfriend lives and I went inside. His dad, Chuck, had told me to not worry about knocking. I was practically family and Chuck was glad that Cas had someone close to him.

"Hey," I called out. It looked like no one was home. Which is weird because Cas hadn't left for two weeks, not even for school. "Cas?"

I went downstairs to his room in the basement. "Cas?" No one. His room was empty. I went in and looked around. Videogames, cds and books were lying everywhere. That troubled me. Cas couldn't stand having a book lie on the floor. He'd always said that someone could step on it or trip and ruin the spine or something.

I went back to the main floor and I thought I heard something coming from upstairs.

"Cas?" I called again.

I headed upstairs and found him in his parent's bathroom.

"Cas, what are you..."

His face was streaked with tears. "Dean..?" His voice sounded small and quiet.

"What's wrong?"

"I thought I wouldn't see you again.." He looked panicked and he started crying.

"Cas?"

I saw a pill container in the sink and knew what he had done.

"Cas.." Breathing was becoming hard. I felt panic in my chest but I snapped out of it and lead him to the toilet. "This is going to be gross, but I have to do it. Sorry," I said as I shoved my hand into his mouth.

I tried to get to his gag reflex to make him puke. He shuddered as my fingers reached the back of his throat. He heaved and pushed my arm away. I kept reaching in his mouth until I knew he was throwing up, which unfortunately meant that he was already throwing up.

He barfed into the toilet and I tried to stop crying. When he was done, I could see a handful of pills mixed with his puke in the toilet bowl.

"Okay, we have to get you to the hospital," I said as I quickly washed my hands.

"Dean," he cried again.

"Was it more than that?"

He tried speaking but no words come out. He mouth something that looked like "I don't know" while he shook his head.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. "It's going to be okay," I wiped his mouth with the towel, flushed the toilet and pulled him downstairs. We went out and got into the Impala.

I drove quickly to the hospital all the while holding his hand. I kept repeating that it was going to be okay and tried my best to believe it.