Destiel Fanfictions

I'm sorry Cas

It was a long night. What was supposed to be a normal hunt turned into a disaster. Sam, his brother Dean and Castiel were supposed to take care of a Vampire nest - but it turned out to be protected. Protected by demons.

Even though all three of them knew how to fight demons, hell they've killed more than they can count, something was different.

Sam unlocked the front door of the bunker and held it open for Cas.

"Your brother is acting weird." Cas said, making his way down the stairs not even looking at Sam.

Sam closed the door behind him, knowing that Dean wanted to get some beer to 'celebrate the hunt'.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He raised an eyebrow, placing his bag on the map table. "I think he's just exhausted Cas, we all are."

Cas shook his head. He knew something was wrong with Dean, he just didn't know what. Ever since he lost his powers he felt useless, he couldn't heal his friends nor could he fight as good as them.

"I think you're too worried about him. Dean's fine, Cas." Sam smiled, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Instead of saying something he just nodded. If Sam says that Dean's fine then that must be true, right?

"You know what, I'll go get us some pizza. The restaurant is nearby so I'll probably be back when Dean is."

Cas looked up at Sam and smiled, nodding in response.

Before heading out of the door, Sam turned around: "You shouldn't worry too much about tonight."

With that, Sam was gone, closing the door behind him, leaving Cas alone in the bunker.

It's been around a good ten minutes since Sam has left the bunker, Cas was sitting at the map table thinking about the previous hunt that didn't turn out the way they planned.

Images of Dean were running through his head, the screams, the silence, the blood.

Even though Dean made it out alright, they weren't able to save anyone. The screams of the children ringing through his ears, the laughs of the demons not leaving his head.

He put his hands over his face taking a deep breath. If there's one thing he's learned while hunting it's that you can't save everyone, even though you try.

Cas was stuck in his thoughts when the door to the bunker opened. He looked up, seeing Dean walking down the stairs.

"Where's Sam?" He said, placing the beer on the table.

"He wanted to get us some food, we all need something to eat after a hunt, hm?" Cas smiled up at Dean, taking a beer, opening it.

Dean grinned, "So it's just the two of us?" He took a beer, his eyes never leaving Cas'.

The man nodded, taking a sip. "Just the two of us."

Cas wanted to say something else, but he never got the chance. Before he could open his mouth, he felt something hit his head, making him fall to the ground.

A few minutes have passed, Cas was sat on a chair, his hands tied together, a grinning Dean standing next to him.

"Well that was easy."

He realized the man in front of him won't wake up on his own. Dean started to shake him. "Wake up!"

Cas slowly opened his eyes, everything was blurry at first. He felt blood at the back of his head, not giving any attention to the pain, he turned to face Dean.