Destiel

Ice Skates and Dripping Wings

I should preface this by saying that this RP had originally began as a cute little fluffy much along the lines of its picture...until I threw in that plot twist of mine.
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"Dean I dont think this is a good idea -"

His skates slipped on the ice and he almost fell backwards had Dean not caught him. He felt Cas's gloved hands dig into his arms.

"Quit being a stick in the mud, Cas. C'mon its just like roller skating."

"I don't know how to do that either," he confessed, rather deadpan.

Cas practically has a death grip on his boyfriend. He didnt want to fall again and didnt want to get back up again. Dean could hear Sam hit the ice again, wondering where he ever learned to curse like that. He looked behind his shoulder at Sam, mouthing an apology before he turned back to Cas.

"Look, okay its real simple. Follow my feet," he keeps his grip on Cas and starts skating backwards, "push, push, glide. That's it. Push, push, glide."

Cas mouthes the words too. Push. Push. Glide. and prayed for all he could.

Dean loosened his grip on Cas and backed away a little ways, almost busting up laughing when heard Sam hit the ice yet again and string together the magic of obscenities.

"Quit laughing, showoff!"

He looked back up at Cas, who was standing petrified in the exact same spot he was a second ago.

"I feel as if the ice will crack."

Dean rolled his eyes and skated over to his angel, "the ice won't crack, Cas. You're fine."

"Cas, you worry too much. Just relax."

"Dean. I can't relax. My legs will be weak if I relax them."

"No, like - that's not what I meant. Just enjoy the moment," he looks over at Sam, "at least you're still vertical."

"Thats not even remotely funny, Dean!"

But Dean is too busy laughing to hear the reverberating crack under Cas's feet.

"Dean - "

He turned around and every emotion drained from his mind. Sam pulled himself up and stood dead in his place.

"Walk slowly to the bank. Don't take any steps bigger than a foot."

Cas took each step like he was walking on eggshells with Dean inching towards him. And Cas was only 6 feet from the ground when his skate slipped and he crashed through the ice.

Sam and Dean's minds seemed to just say fuck it.

Because before they knew it they were running towards the angel in the ice.

"CAS!" They shout.

But he's already under the ice - hands vaguely reaching for the surface above him. His immediate thought is how cold it is. The air was sucked from his lungs like one of those giant vacuum seal bags and his vision blurs like he's drunk.

And then theres a distant whir of voices as a hand reaches in and pulls him up. Cas wants to go back under the ice where it feels warmer, but the arms he's wrapped in are holding him back.

"Sam bring the car around!" Dean snaps - his coat already off and keys thrown at Sam.

Sam is barreling through the woods for the side of the road while Dean wraps his coat around Cas.

"Cas? Cas!"

He heard. It was faint.

"Cas, you still with me?"