" He wracked his brains for the right words to say, gently parting his lips as if to speak, but shutting them quickly, deciding whatever he was going to say was not right. The man who sat beside him had no knowledge of the creatures and demons who slipped from their world to ours with such ease. He knew Dean as Agent Brown, the man with a gun and real badge, who took down serial killers and murderers alike with his intellectual prowess and years of training. What Cas had in mind was a character who was the good guy. The agent, the officer, the man who kept people safe from other people, with slightly different motives than the rest of us.
But he wasn't Agent Brown, he was Dean Winchester. And he fought a different breed of killer, one he hoped Cas might never find the truth about."
I would like to provide a huge thankyou to my best friend and fic buddy, Molly (or Bilbro on wattpad) for providing me with the prompt for this fic, as well as ideas and much needed encouragement. Love you, lady. Please enjoy the fanfiction, if you enjoyed it, vote and comment to let us know! Constructive feedback is welcomed. Thank you for reading, and once again, enjoy!
Dean got into an accident and was most likely going to die, but a miracle happens and Dean lives but for some reason he can't see colors any more, all he sees is a grayscale of it so they all look dull. As time progresses, Dean still never got used to the same black and white filter of the world. All he wanted was to see colors again. One day, Dean notices a student who was filled with colors. That student ended up being Castiel, the angel who saved Dean but did not restore his eyesight to normal. When Cas first found Dean, he cured him and became his guardian angel for quite some time and he eventually fell in love with him. One day, Dean finally got the guts to talk to Castiel and suddenly his world was full of colors. When Dean is not around Cas, the world goes back to black and white.
*contains sabriel and fluff*
*suicide*