Destiel One-Shots

These Scars Run Deep

For: Dayla1420
Prompt: You know the whole idea that Cas dies in Dean's arms and Dean is scarred with the angel wings on him? What if Cas gets brought back again like he has done before, except this time it's about a year later and when Dean sees Cas he hides the scars and avoids talking too much to Cas but is still kinda pulled towards him. Eventually they are on a hunt and Dean gets hurt, Cas isn't around, Sam starts treating Dean's wounds and then Cas shows up and sees the scars.

None of them saw it coming. It was like one second Cas was standing beside them, helping them fight off the demon hoards, and the next he was stumbling into Dean. Dean instinctually wrapped his arms around his friend, sinking to his knees to break the angel's fall. At first he doesn't understand, and his lips part, the question poised and ready to tumble out. He stops when he finally sees it. The angel blade buried deep in Cas's side, lodged between his ribs. The noise of the battle around them fades away. Dean can feel his mouth moving, knows he's saying something, but he can't hear what it is. All he can hear is Cas's pained gasps. All he can see is Cas's grace pulsing behind his eyes.

"Cas?" He finally hears himself croak out. The angel's blue eyes flick up to meet his, and he knows. His best friend is dying and there is nothing he can do to stop it. He can feel his heart pounding and stuttering in his chest. Cas convulses in Dean's arms, coughs up blood that dribbles down his chin. Dean tightens his hold and pulls him closer, desperately holding on to something he knows that he is going to lose any minute.

   "Dean." Cas says, and his voice is hoarse and strained. Dean wants to tell him no, to save his strength, but he also selfishly wants to hear his voice one last time.

   "Yeah, Cas?" Dean chokes out past a throat constricted with emotion.

   "I will come back for you." He forces out before spluttering up another line of blood. "I will always return to you." Dean thinks his heart stops as Cas stiffens in his arms, pained expression flitting across his features. He cries out in pain, his eyes starting to glow a little more.

   "No, Cas! No!" Dean cries, curling protectively over his friend. He squeezes his eyes shut against the building light, knowing that it'll be any second now. Cas spasms harshly before a blinding light erupts from his eyes and mouth. Simultaneously, a hot, searing pain flares across Dean's arms and thighs. It burns hotter than anything Dean has ever felt in his life, and he screams. It builds and builds and Dean almost blacks out before it's gone as soon as it started. Head swimming, Dean looks down at Cas's lifeless body, but promptly turns to the side and vomits. His jacket sleeves and jeans are in tatters. In their place, are permanent burns where Cas's wings were scorched into his skin.

   Dean bolts upright in bed, panting heavily. His shirt is glued to his back with sweat, and his whole body is shaking violently. His memories are still haunting his mind, and every time he so much as blinks he sees his own blood running off his arms from his fresh burns. He clenches his fists, feeling the scars along his arms stretch and pull. They've been a constant reminder this past year of what he had lost.

   A knock on the door pulls Dean from his thoughts. He doesn't bother with a reply, merely grunts. The door slowly opens to reveal Sam. He silently takes Dean in from the doorway. Dean doesn't say anything. He knows where Sam just came back from. He remembers the anxiety attack inducing call from earlier. That voice over the line that he's only heard in his dreams the past year. He's not even sure if he's ashamed that he couldn't face him. He couldn't go, so Sam had to go by himself. Explain why he was alone. Dean's arms and thighs suddenly start to itch slightly. Sam clears his throat, and Dean shifts his eyes over.

   "We're back." He supplies obviously. "He, uh, asked about you. Where you were. I told him you were here taking care of a case." Dean feels himself nod slightly in thanks. "You know, Dean, you really should talk to him. I think it'd be good for both of you." Sam offers gently. Hesitantly.