"In this little number we are graced by two displays of character.
We've got the gunslinger extraordinaire.
Walking contradiction.
And I, for one, can see no blood from the hearts and the wrists you allegedly slit.
And I, for one, can't stand for this.
If this scene were a parish, you'd all be condemned."
When a night that was steering towards the end of all nights came rushing forward, Castiel and Dean Winchester made a promise to one another, "Promise me that you'll live, and that we'll see one another again - whether in life, whether in death, whether in Heaven and whether in hell, just promise me. You don't even have to mean it." Dean said, for the first time in a while, fear and sadness washed over him. He needed closure, no matter how far he had to travel to get it. It just so happens that at this moment in time, the love of his life was standing right in front of him...and he wouldn't even get a chance to confess. "Dean..." Castiel said, feeling unsure, "We can get through this, just like we always do, we can. I believe we can, I have faith-" Dean abruptly cut him off, sassily, "Cut the crap, Cas. I don't believe and I don't have faith. Did you ever stop to register that we might NOT make it out alive this time? Promise me. Make me feel proud, make me feel safe." Castiel thought hard about the promise that he was going to make to Dean Winchester, he really wanted to tell Dean how he really felt, but instead, he sealed the promise.
"I promise, Dean. I promise that I will fight-" Dean coughed rather rudely, cutting the angel off once again, "Yeah, Cas. You do that, please for me, but if it ever gets unbearable, you stop fighting and just remember that I needed you and that you helped more than you know. I'm gonna need you to do that, Angel." He opened his arms wide for a hug and Castiel nodded, "Thank you, Cas..."
Castiel and Dean did something that no one thought they would do, but one's indenial, and the other head-over-heels, but who, and why?
Ever since Dean Winchester got the Mark of Cain on his arm, his world has been turned upside down. His humanity is slowly dwindling away from his grasp and something entirely different takes a hold of him. Something foreign, monstrous even. He barely has control of his actions and every gut feeling inside of Dean is telling him to kill. In a tale that follows the story line of season 9 and 10, Dean must battle the demons taken residence inside him or be swallowed whole in the process. The only person, besides his brother, tethering himself to the ground would be Cas who won't seem to give up on Dean, no matter the acts he commits. The story of unlikely love. The Righteous Man. The Fallen Angel. And broken humanity.
Only one will make it out alive.
"I don't want to forget," Cas said, reaching over to grab his hand in his.
"Then don't." He leaned in and placed his lips on top of Cas's, lingering in the state of things, wanting it to never end. This was timeless. This was forever. For every waking instant they were together, an eternity could fly by and merely feel like seconds. They say when you are at the verge of death, your life flashes before your very eyes but in this moment all he saw was Cas. His messy black hair that no matter the amount of brushing couldn't make it go down. His blue eyes that sparkled even if the sun was nowhere to be seen. His trenchcoat, red in some places, brown in others but still seemed to smell of his musk. All of it was him. He was his life."