Hunting Season // A Destiel Fanfic (AU)

A Conversation - Lonliness

Thursday // 9:40 am

Dean nodded, "You can get off if you want... Not telling you you have to." Dean murmured the last part.

Castiel hesitates, assuming Dean wants him to stand up but honestly the gentle touches have felt so nice. "Are you going to tie my wings back up?" He asks, not moving.

Dean licked his lips in decision, "How about we decide once your wings get better?" Dean smiled gently and messed up Castiel's hair again with his hand.

Castiel nods, eyes closing for a moment as he leans into the touch. "Alright "

Dean nodded. "I can tell you want something else... Do you want to tell me?"

Castiel isnt allowed to want things. He quickly brings back his blank mask. "I can get the wood, if you want."

Dean frowned a little as he sees Castiel put up his 'shield' again, "Okay..."

Castiel stands and quickly hurries outside, splitting wood.

Dean opened the door, "Five more like yesterday I guess..." he then closed the door and started the fireplace as he fed the fire a log or two. He sighed and watched the fire, he didn't like how Castiel wasn't letting him in, but I guess it isn't his fault his past owners were so hard.

Castiel returns and sets the wood down next to him, watching Dean load the fire. "Why did you buy me?"

Dean sat down on the couch and glanced at Castiel. He then looked back at the fire, "I thought I got you for helping me hunt and whatnot," The man hesitated, "But I'm starting to think it's because I've gotten lonely..." Dean confessed. He never confessed his feelings, not even to his brother if at all.

Castiel bites his lip, feeling the urge to comfort Dean like he had last night when Castiel cried. He takes a small step forward and touches his shoulder, unsure how to properly interact. "Why me?"

Dean looked up at Castiel. "Because I could tell you needed to get away from that horrid man... I could see something in your eyes..." Dean then got up and sniffed before going over to his fridge and grabbing a few beers.

"You... you said you have a brother. Where is he?" Castiel asks, tilting his head and frowning.

Dean goes back to the couch and sits down. He placed the other beer son the coffee table before taking one and chugging it down, "We had an argument..."

Castiel hesitates and sits next to him. "About what?" He asks. "If I can ask," he adds.

Dean made a sigh as if he was gonna chuckle but didn't, with a small saddened smile. He took a few more sips of his beer, "How wrong it is to own another being so similar to humans... but here I am... The irony..."

Castiel frowns a little. "If your thinking has changed, maybe you should apologize to him?"

Dean shook his head, "If he knows I got you he'll visit and freak about how I've treated you... you'll see his angel and probably hate me even more somehow.."

"I dont hate you," Castiel says and frowns, surprising himself by speaking. "What would he freak out about?"

Dean finished his beer and took another one to drink as he sat back, "He thinks angels are like cum dumpsters to be used at anytime..."

Castiel manages not to wince. "That is how everyone thinks, I believe."

Dean nodded and glanced at Castiel. "Fine... I'll apologize to him later... but not soon..." Dean then chugs down the second bottle.

Castiel watches him. "Am I making you less lonely?"

Dean smiled softly and nods, "If I were alone I'd be passed out or punching a hooked deer already..."

"Why are you drinking?" Castiel asks. It's a testimate to how much more comfortable he is here than anywhere else. He would never have asked questions before.

Dean glanced at Castiel, "Because I am adult. I'm one sad fucking adult." He was gonna use miserable, but he knew the angel had it worse. He took another swing of his liquor.

Castiel isnt sure how to respond to that. He reaches out and moves his fingers through Dean's hair like Dean had the night before, knowing it had comforted him and hoping it will do the same for Dean.

Dean huffed and closed his eyes. Feeling the angel comb their fingers through his hair gave an uneasy, but somehow calm feeling to him. He finished up his bottle of beer to burp.

It was silent for a long time after that burp, the only noise of the soft crackles of the fire not far from them and faint nature noises from outside.

Thursday // 10:05 am

"Hey Cas... Do you like me?"