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[castielandean]

(Part 1 || 2) part 3 destiel continued...

Dean had started to become anxious, he wasn't sure whether it was good, bad or worse. Well, being in hell was at the top of the bad list; being in heaven wasn't such a great time either- learning that your brother's best times was when he was away from you.

Dean felt Cas grab his hand; gripping it tight. This made him jump a little bit, like having a small heart attack. He gripped it back, indicating that it was okay to tell him, that everything was going to be fin. But, really, that was all that Dean didn't know. He didn't know that things were going to be fine.

"It's not you in particular, you're not the one who's in trouble. But, it's someone you used to be close too." Cas pointed out calmly.

Usually, Dean would nod and ask who but, not this time. He was sick of not being told things straight away, he was sick of being in trouble all the time. He hated it. As he removed his hand from Cas', anger started to slowly take over him, rage soon followed.

"Who?" He growled through his teeth.

Cas moved his hand a little, turning all the lights back on. This made Dean flinch and blink quickly- the sudden light was too bright.

"It's Sam."

Dean walked backwards and turned away from the man in the tench coat, trying to decide what to say. He hadn't spoken to his brother in months and now he's in trouble? What the fuck was he meant to do about it.

Cas waited patiently for Dean to reply, knowing what had happened between them while he was gone. Dean felt a weight on his shoulder, it was comfort. And that was all Cas could give- comfort.

[castielandean]

destiel continued for christina (Part 1-2-)

Dean kissed firmly, feeling the soft touch of Cas' lips kiss back. He thrust his hips toward him, making the trench coat wrap around him. Slowly and pationately slipping their tongues into each other's mouths. It was like they were stuck in a moment, only removing themeselves to breathe. It was like they never wanted to let go- never wanted it to end.

Cas leaned back, Dean opened his eyes slowly looking at the hurricane in front of him. It reminded him that there is more to life than just driving around in the impala although, some of the best kind of times with Cas have happened in the back of that Impala- if you know what I mean.

"Dean..." Cas said, ruining Dean's trail of thought.

"Yeah?"

"Um, you're in trouble."

"Huh." Dean replied with a grunt. He'd just got Cas back and all he could bring was bad news, all he could think was why does it always happen to him? Why couldn't he just have a rest?

He looked away, he couldn't take those big blue eyes looking at him. It was too painful, he knew what he had to ask but he didn't want to. He just wanted to spend a day with his angel. Just a normal day. Only, with the way his life is, normal is never an option.

"Fine, what is it?" Dean turned his head so he was facing Cas- still under the, now, flickering light.

He paused for a second, Dean could tell that Cas was contemplating whether or not to tell him. Finally, he looked at him and took in a deep breath.

[castielandean]

destiel (is not linked to any of the episodes) - for christina

The lights smashed, glass flying everywhere; there was a continuous high pitched noise. Dean covered his ears. Shouting in anger, and agony. He fell to his knees, breathing sharply. He felt the blood, from his ears, run through is fingertips. Suddenly, it stopped. Dean gasped, bringing his hands infront of his face.

"Jesus Christ." He whispered.

"Not quite." A voice was heard from behind him.

Dean quickly turned around and stood up. He looked the man up and down, within a second he realised who it was.

"Cas?"

The figure stepped into the remaining light, it was Cas. Dean's heart rate began to go faster than usual. There was a lump in his throat; tears welling up in his eyes. Cas was back; that was all that mattered.

Dean stepped closer to the angel, staring at his face, his perfection was nearly blinding. Dean could see beyond the trench coat, he could see beyond the skin, flesh, bones. It wasn't the vessel he was in love with, it was the hurricane inside him.

"Dean...it's been-"

"Too long." He interrupted. Dean placed his hand on Cas' cheek, moving his thumb up and down.

They stared into each other's eyes; Dean leaned forward, wanting to kiss Cas. He hestitated for a second; only a matter of centimetres from the angel's lips. He saw Cas lean toward him; next thing he knew, their lips were touching.

[roguesavior]

Dude, I'm loving you. Not that there aren't many cool people here... but still... you're awesome. xD

Aww ^__^ Well thanks! You're awesome too.

[roguesavior]

Traitor *pouts*

Oh no!

[roguesavior]

I'm used to American ... but I like British English better. Shhh don't tell.

Mmm, same! I prefer american accents and way of speaking, to be honest, but I guess that's because I live in like farmer land where "show us where yuh piss from!" is a common turn of phrase...¬_¬

Oh, but I'm publishing it, Chris, everyone will know!! :P

[roguesavior]

That's exactly what I love. I could listen to you talk all day if I could.

Haha! Well I assume it's pretty stereotypical english, I'm not sure...? A lot of Irish people tell me it is, at least ^_^

[roguesavior]

I'm not that smart. It's just my country is a pathetic excuse for such so I don't like to mention it. I'm from Bulgaria. I love a British guy, you know ;)

Hey, being smart and studying for something are two completely different things. I know some people who wouldn't be considered intelligent at all who have all sorts of qualifications, and then some of the smartest people I know don't even have a "real job." 

That was a little ramble, I do that a lot...

Aw, that's cool. I've never been there, but I know whereabouts it is =] Haha, you do? I'm a disgrace to my country. Can't stand tea, roast beef, scones, any of that...but I've got the generic accent, I guess :)

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