Fine || Destiel

May 3, 2005. The date Castiel’s life spiraled downwards. Sure, he never imagined to last longer than ninety. He didn't have to imagine it. Even though he knew, with a small bit of hope, he hoped the doctors were wrong.

He hoped that the CAT scan was rigged, or even that it was the wrong file. He hoped that he’d be able to last until the year flying cars came out, or when they remastered the cell phone. He hoped and hoped, but was met with the news that threw all his future plans out the window and leaving him trapped.

Stuck. That’s how everything to Cas felt. Just a world brightly ignoring him as he struggled to grasp onto the fact that it was over. That he was the darkness on a sunny day.

But he's fine. He's always fine.

Then Dean Winchester arrived and maybe, just maybe, Cas thought he might be able to smile again. Maybe.