Collection of Destiel

Old Money

Yet another song fic, this time Old Money by Lana Del Ray.

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Blue hydrangea, cold cash, divine,
Cashmere, cologne and white sunshine.
Red racing cars, Sunset and Vine,
The kids were young and pretty.

Castiel took a step forward from the ash outlines of his fallen siblings. The war that had breached his home’s doors was over in more bloodshed than an angel could stomach. His eyes rested on those of someone he once called a brother. No more would his brother fly, nor would his wings ever brush against something again. It was over just as soundly as it had begun. The sun was setting over the hill that the final battle had taken place. Everything in Castiel’s mind was maddeningly quiet. The leaves rustled across his shoes as the world carried on around him. Memories of fallen angels was all that he had of what he used to call home.

Then he heard a small voice in the deepest pits of his mind that broke through the utter silence. A plea for help, a beacon of warmth.

But if you send for me you know I'll come,
And if you call for me you know I'll run.
I'll run to you, I'll run to you, I'll run, run, run.
I'll come to you, I'll come to you, I'll come, come, come.

“Dean.” Castiel’s voice scratched from the tears he had shed. He spoke the name of the human he had done all of this for. Defying heaven was never meant to be part of his future It was never meant to end like this but it did because it meant saving Dean Winchester. Bodies of his brethren fallen were reminders of the cost for an angel to love a man. Standing alone, Castiel closed his eyes and listened to the sound of his mission.

“Cas, where the hell are you? I have been praying to you for days. Please tell me those angel dicks didn’t gank you. Please return my prayers. You know how much I hate talking to an empty room like I am some praying bible thumper. Even if you can’t come to me, just… let me know you’re okay. I need to know you’re okay.” The prayer ended with something Castiel thought he had imagined, a soft sob.

But if you send for me you know I'll come,
And if you call for me you know I'll run.
I'll run to you, I'll run to you, I'll run, run, run.
I'll come to you, I'll come to you, I'll come, come, come.

Rain started to fall listlessly from the open skies as Castiel turned on his heel and set his back to the carnage behind him. Moments ago the only thoughts in his mind were mourning for the family that slipped through his fingers. Now all he could see was green eyes that always made him feel at ease. Only when Castiel was in purgatory or trapped did he ever refuse to come when Dean called out to him. The bond they shared made it painful for Cas to physically deny Dean anything. If he didn’t go to Dean when he heard the prayers, it was like an angel blade was digging into his vessel. Castiel closed his eyes and prayed to his Father to take the Grace from his soul.

The power of youth is on my mind,
Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time.
Will you still love me when I shine,
From words but not from beauty?

“Cas?” Dean’s voice was a ghost of a memory but it came louder than ever as Castiel felt the powerful energy of his Grace melt from his body. A final flap and his wings were gone, cut from his shoulders as his body slumped. Castiel let out a soft whine as a numbing ache filled his once invincible body. For the first time in his existence, he was exhausted. The weight of losing his Grace made his eyes flutter close. Before it went to black, he prayed to his Father one final time to be taken home.

My father's love was always strong,
My mother's glamour lives on and on,
Yet still inside I felt alone,
For reasons unknown to me.

“Cas?” The sound broke through the black silence but Castiel didn’t stir yet because he didn’t believe it was anything but a cruel nightmare. The last thing he remembered was standing on the hillside overseeing his lifeless brothers and sisters. Dean hadn’t been there, Dean had been safe and miles away.

“Cas, please answer me.” Worry ebbed at Dean’s words as warm hands roughly sweat across his forehead and made him realize all at once that this wasn’t a nightmare. “You can’t just mojo in here and fucking pass out on me. Angels don’t pass out. Cas? Please open your fucking eyes before I-“

“Angels don’t pass out.” Cas repeated as nothing but a soft murmur when he understood that there were no wings on his shoulders.

Dean let out a sigh of relief and placed the back of his hand across Cas’ forehead carefully. “No, they don’t. So, mind telling me why you just appear and then fall to the ground like a ragdoll?”

But if you send for me you know I'll come,
And if you call for me you know I'll run.
I'll run to you, I'll run to you, I'll run, run, run.
I'll come to you, I'll come to you, I'll come, come, come.

“You called for me. I came.” Cas said simply as he finally let his eyes fall open and stared up into the reason why he gave up on heaven. “It’s all over, Dean. I-I am no longer a soldier for God. I am just a man. I understand if you no longer need me around because I do not offer anything anymore.”

The hunter bent over Cas’ form and smiled gingerly. Their eyes stayed locked as Castiel felt Dean’s arms scoop under his shoulders and cradle him close to his beating heart. “I would rather have you, mojo or not.”

And if you call, I'll run, run, run,
If you change your mind, I'll come, come, come.

Castiel felt something warm knot and squeeze in his abdomen as he breathed out and let his head fall against Dean’s arm. He wanted to sleep, to close his eyes and pray that tomorrow the war would be free from his nightmares, but he couldn’t seem to stop looking up into the green that meant he was safe.

“Rest, Cas. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Dean craned his neck low and placed a soft kiss on Cas’ nose with a goofy short grin. “I’ll make you some pancakes. Nothing but the best for my new human.”

“Yours.” Peaceful blackness crept back into his mind but it took him away with a small smile placed across his lips and the promise for a better tomorrow.

Blue hydrangea, cold cash, divine,
Cashmere, cologne and hot sunshine.
Red racing cars, Sunset and Vine,
And we were young and pretty.