Destiel Oneshots

The ending Dean deserved {Destiel}

"Don't leave." Dean whispered, words seeming to echo through his once silent bedroom.

Despite the tug in his stomach, Dean's heart rate stayed steady. A constant beat as Cas shifted in his arms, twisting so his back was no longer to Dean's chest and instead Dean could see his face. His electric blue eyes, which locked on Dean's own, his dark tousled hair, his chapped lips, his tanned skin.

Just him.

Just Castiel.

Laying in Dean's arms, closer than he'd ever been. And not because he was dying, and not because Dean was dying, or one of them was injured, or any other reason they would normally be close.

Close because they wanted to, because god was dead, and Cas wasn't.

Close because for once in Dean's life he wanted to be a little selfish, have something he knew he shouldn't.

Have Cas.

"I won't," Cas whispered back, almost breathlessly. He raised one of his hands and rested it against the side of Dean's face, the warmth welcoming and familiar, leaving Dean leaning into the touch. The warmth reassuring, a reminder that Cas was okay, that Dean was okay. "Never again."

And this time it was Dean who moved. Who slowly leant in closing the little space between their lips.