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@li-izumi : “I thought you were Dead” – Destiel, no spoilers

So li gave this to me AT the con this weekend (It was soooo nice to see you! :D ) But it actually doesn’t seem to correspond to a particular number off the Kiss prompt list. I’m thinking its kind of a combination of 11 and 24 : I thought I lost you or Returned from the Dead. Or maybe a combination of both? They are fairly similar

So! No Spoilers (the recipient hasn’t started Season 12 yet) - so this is canon divergent from Season 11 finale.

Written during the @weekendwritingmarathon session

Castiel, Angel of the Lord, hit the ground hard. Being blasted away via banishment sigils had never been comfortable, even at full power. Even when he still had his wings.

Those were long gone and now he had no way to cushion his fall.

He dragged himself upright, feeling every inch of being millennia old. Funny how age was something that had never mattered to him, but in these past 10 years, he’d begun to count, to feel, the passing of every minute, every second.

Never more so than he did right now. Because Dean was gone and Cas was broken and battered, and he’d failed. He’d failed at the very last thing Dean had asked of him.

Seething, Cas growled and flapped broken wings. It did little more than kick up a bit of dust, put a tiny burst of extra speed to his feet.

It took him too long to make it back to the bunker, even with a stolen car. Heart heavy, dread filled every step. He’d lost Dean. He couldn’t lose Sam too… He slammed the bunker door open, his blade ready in his hands. The odds that the woman would still be here were slim to nothing, but he had to start somewhere.

He stormed down the stairs, full of barely contained grief and righteous fury, and came to a surprised halt. The main room had been empty, but his entrance had apparently attracted some attention, and now Cas was face to face with none other than Dean Winchester.

“Dean?” he breathed out incredulously, eyes prickling with tears. “How are…are you…you’re alive?”

“Yeah, Cas, I am,” Dean answered him quietly.

“Are you real?” Cas choked out, hardly daring to believe his eyes, or even his grace as it reached for Dean’s soul. As always, it welcomed his touch. Cas’s fingers trembled with the need to physically touch Dean, reassure himself on another level that this was real – Dean was real.

“Yeah, man, I’m real, I promise,” Dean’s voice was rough and thick.

Cas could hold back no longer. He nearly sobbed with relief, dropping his blade with a metal clang to the floor as his hands grabbed at Dean’s shoulders and pulled him in. His body shook with the very same relief as he rested his chin on Dean’s shoulder, his cheek brushing Dean’s skin. He closed his eyes as Dean’s welcoming warmth wrapped around him, fingers clutching at the back of Castiel’s trench coat as desperately as Cas held onto Dean.

Dean was here. Alive. In the bunker.

Cas’s eyes widened.

Dean was here. Amara had – for whatever reason – not killed the hunter and Cas had another chance. Another chance to tell Dean how he felt. To explain to Dean that the hunter meant so much more to Castiel than as a brother.

To take a chance.

Less and 24 hours ago, Cas had been lamenting the fact that he’d run out of time, out of chances and opportunities to tell Dean he loved him.

And now he had another one, right here, right now.

He couldn’t waste it. Not again.

Slowly, Cas pulled back, not letting go of Dean at all, but pulling back to stare into vibrantly green eyes – a hint of the beauty of his soul, the colors that whirled in such a way that only an angel could see them – and licked his lips. Dean’s eyes flickered down, attracted by the motion and back up again.

Was it Cas’s imagination, or had Dean’s fingers flexed, getting tighter in their hold on Cas?

“Dean, I love you, and if you’ve no objection to it, I would really like to kiss you now and make up for lost time.” Castiel pushed out the words past the uncertainty.

What if Dean didn’t really feel the same? Every time Dean said he was family, Cas could hear the truth in the words. Every time Dean said Cas was a brother to him, he heard the lie. There was nothing Cas could think of that could explain that – except one. But what if he’d read Dean wrong? Or what if Dean wasn’t ready? What if Dean rejected him? What if –

Dean’s nonverbal answer cut off Castiel’s train of thought, surprising a groan from Cas as their lips touched. Soft and wet and gentle. A tingle ran through Cas and the kiss turned desperate with long hidden longing.

Suddenly, guilt pushed through Cas and he pulled back with a gasp. “Wait, Dean, your brother! We don’t have time for this – we need to save Sam!”

A throat cleared from the kitchen and Cas was pleasantly surprised to see Sam standing there. “No need, Cas. It’d take more than one misinformed human with a gun to take me down so easily.” He limped forward and Cas’s eyes narrowed.

“Sam, you’re hurt!”

Shrugging, Sam nodded. “Yeah, but it really isn’t that bad. I’m gonna go lay down, leave you and Dean to finish up your private moment.” He moved passed them, giving Cas a clap on his shoulder as he did so. “Glad to have you all back. Now that God’s sister is taken care of, maybe things can go back to normal for a while and give us a breather for once. I think we all could use one.”

Despite the limp, Sam disappeared fairly quickly and soon Cas and Dean were alone in the map room once more.

Dean was looking after his brother thoughtfully before returning his gaze to the angel still in his arms. “Huh…that went well. Now, where were we?”

“I believe we were right here,” Cas whispered, “kissing in the bunker. Which I, for one, would like to get back to.”

“I think I can manage that,” Dean said with a grin, losing himself once more as his lips met Cas’s chapped ones. His eyes fluttered shut with a groan as he reveled in the feel of Cas in his arms, against his body, warm and solid and still here.

“You’ll stay, Cas?” Dean broke the kiss again, desperate hope lining his words.

“Of course, Dean. All you ever had to do was ask,” Cas said quietly.

“That’s it?” Dean huffed out a laugh, bumping their foreheads together. “Well in that case, buddy, you ain’t never leaving the bunker if I can help it.”

“I think I could be amenable to that with the right persuasion,” Cas with a nearly straight face, but Dean caught the subtle twitch at the corner of Cas’s mouth, the twinkle in his eye and he laughed.

“Good,” Dean said, sliding an arm down to grab Cas’s hand, tugging him out of the room and down the hall. “I have it on very good authority that I can be persuasive when I need to be.”

“Oh? I think a demonstration might be in order,” Cas said with the arch of an eyebrow. Dean just smirked and continued to pull the angel along the bunkers halls towards his room, peppering the angel’s face with kisses every few feet.

At this rate, it would take forever to get to the relative privacy of Dean’s room.

Cas didn’t care.

He finally had Dean, and that was all that mattered.

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