My Kind of Angel(Destiel)

Care

When the angels reached Sam and Dean's side outside of the mausoleum Sam had Dean on the ground and was kneeling beside him.

"Dean?" Sam cupped his brother's cheeks, trying to wake him gently.

Cas knelt next to Sam, "Allow me."

"Cas, your grace," Sam caught his arm, stopping him.

"Allow me," Castiel knelt beside Cas.

"You've done enough," Cas stood yanking Castiel with him, and shoving him back.

"Gabe," Sam turning pleading eyes to the archangel.

Gabriel reached over and pressed a hand to Dean's forehead. He felt hot and weak beneath his touch. Any longer and there may not have been anything left to heal.

"I'm only trying to help," Castiel huffed, stepping back away from Cas.

"Help? How was leaving him to die helping?" Cas growled, taking a hostile step forward.

"I know you're angry, but I was only doing what he asked."

"Why? Why would you do that? Did you really think saving me was going to gain you favor in his eyes? You already have it. And what good would it do you if he's dead?" Cas wasn't relenting.

"Cas," Dean's voice pulled the angel's attention from Castiel. He turned to see Sam and Gabriel had helped Dean to his feet. He looked better. The color was back in his face and he was shoving Sam and Gabe away as he stood on his own.

"Don't be mad at him," Dean's tone was soft with a hint of worry. His eyes glancing past Cas to the other angel briefly.

Cas' relief didn't last long. The anger he felt wasn't only towards Castiel it was just as much towards Dean.

"I told him to leave me," Dean stepped forward. His eyes flitting to the tear in Cas' shirt where the angel blade had pierced it.

"I'm well aware," Cas growled, his eyes glaring at Dean harshly.

Dean's own green eyes met Cas' once again. "You can be mad all you want-"

"I'm not mad, Dean. I'm furious. How could you be so stupid? You almost died," Cas snapped, cutting Dean off.

"Almost," Dean held his arms out with a smirk.

Sam closed his eyes as he braced. Dean wasn't taking this seriously and Cas was growing more pissed by the second. There was no way Cas was going to stick around if Dean kept this up. "Dean," he huffed. Hoping his brother would get the hint.

Cas' jaw clenched as he shoved by Dean and towards Gabriel. "I'd like you to take us to Rowena now."

"Cas, man, come on," Dean huffed out, turning to grab the angel's arm.

"No, Dean," Cas yanked his arm from Dean's grasp, as he turned back to face the hunter. "You don't get it. You almost died."

Dean's posture instantly straightened, and all teasing left his face, "I don't get it? I watched her stab you with an angel blade. That would have been the end of you if it weren't for the angel warding making you human in there," Dean's finger jabbed towards the mausoleum and his voice started to rise. "So don't tell me I don't get it. If I hadn't forced him to take you out of there, you would have bled out, like a damn human. I do get it. I just wasn't about to accept it. So excuse me for putting you first like I should. Like I always should have."

"So this is about you trying to make up for past mistakes?" Cas narrowed his eyes, his tone no less sharp than before.

Dean's jaw clenched but he didn't respond.

"I told you I already forgave you for that. You were looking out for Sam. I would never fault you for that."

"Then why the hell are things so distant between us?" Dean snapped. He just couldn't take it anymore.

"Because I'm no longer the kind of angel you need," Cas answered in a low tone that said he was more angry than hurt but the look on his face said it was the other way around.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean snapped, a confused frown pulling at his features.

"You know exactly what it means," Cas answered bitterly before turning back to Gabriel expectantly.

"Ummm, I guess we'll meet you at Rowena's?" Gabriel looked to Castiel and then Sam.

Sam only nodded.

A moment of silence passed once Gabriel and Cas left.

"You're an idiot, Dean," Sam turned to his brother.

Dean closed his eyes and dropped his head. He had nothing to say.

"We should go before Cas goes home without us," Sam gestured to the exit. He wouldn't say anything now, but he had it on good authority that Cas wouldn't be sticking around once they got home.

Castiel nodded in agreement as Sam headed towards the waiting car.

"You didn't tell him," Castiel turned to Dean once Sam was out of earshot.

"Neither did you," Dean looked at the other angel with a grateful look.

"I didn't think it was my place."

Dean knew the look on the angel's face was asking him why he didn't, but he wasn't going to answer. He didn't want to lecture. He knew he'd get it from Sam later and that was bad enough. He didn't need it from Cas' look alike as well.

"He thinks you don't care," Castiel spoke again when Dean started towards the exit. "You need to let him know you do."

"He knows I care, just not quite how much," Dean answered, not stopping.

"He doesn't. He thinks you asking me to save him is out of guilt. That doesn't sound like someone who knows how important they are," Castiel continued.

Dean whipped around. "Are you telling me I don't care about Cas enough?" his tone was threatening as if daring the angel to challenge how he felt for Cas.

"Not at all, Dean. I can see it. I'm simply saying, I don't believe he sees it. You should make it clearer."

"I sent you to save his life, how much clearer can I get?" Dean huffed.

"Tell him," Castiel offered.

Dean gave a snort before throwing open the car door and promptly ending the conversation.

Talking about his feelings wasn't something Dean was good at. He was an actions guy. That's what he was good at. Sam and Cas knew that. If he couldn't express how he felt through his actions, he simply didn't express them. Cas knew Dean cared about him. He just didn't know that Dean was in love with him. But that was how Dean wanted it. Cas didn't feel the same way and Dean didn't feel like ruining what they had. Although what they had seemed pretty well ruined by this point.

Dean shook his head of the thoughts; he couldn't think about that right now. Right now, he had to worry about the witch whose trap they were likely walking into. He hated witches, man. So what the first spell worked well? That didn't mean the second one would. Witches were bad news, that's what he needed to think about. Not the fact that Cas hated him and that telling him he loved him might or might not make things worse.

Dean ran a hand over his face. God, he missed the apocalypse. 

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