Hi! I saw that you were doing a turning the sentence into a destiel prompt sort of thing, and if it isn't too much of a bother, I was wondering if you could do this one? "You deserve this." Thanks so much anyway for the fics you have done, I've read a few and am planning to read more and they're really good!!
“You deserve this.”
They’d been looking for the damned thing forever. At first, it was out of the general need to kill every blood-sucking monster they could find, but after it bit Sam, turning him, things got personal.
It took him three weeks after Sam’s painful turning back process had happened to find him, and two days to lead them into the situation which they were in now.
Castiel had him tied up, waiting on Dean to find them since they had split up once they got here to look for the vamp.
Once Dean finnally found them, and saw Cas watching the vamp with the vamp blade in his hands (a gift from the british men of letters. it’s the only one in existance and only works on low-grade vampires), he looked confused.
The vampire was tied up to a chair, a rag tied around his mouth to keep him from speaking.
Castiel just turned around when Dean entered the room. He could sense him.
Cas extended the knife out to Dean, handle first.
“You deserve this” was all he said, but that was all it took for Dean to understand.
He took the knife from Cas and stabbed the vamp in the heart, watching the life drain from his eyes. “For my brother,” he grumbles, and twisted the blade before yanking it out.
Cas let him kill the evil sonofabitch. All because he knew he wanted to.
“You deserve this” Cas said again after a different hunt.
Dean was covered in cuts and bruises and Cas wanted to heal him.
Dean just stared at Cas, thinking how he thinks Dean deserves to be healed. He thinks just letting Cas heal him is easier than arguing so he just nods and lets Castiel’s grace flow through him and fix him all up.
“For them,” he thought. For the people he would next try and save, who needed people like them to not be injured. So they can kill the monsters that harm them.
Castiel was walking down the bunker steps, a carboard box in his hands. he placed it infront of Dean, who curiously opened it.
A warm apple pie sat inside and Cas smiled at Dean.
Before he could even say anything, Cas handed him a fork. “Good job getting that werewolf alone today. You deserve this.”
How much did this angel think he deserved?
Maybe he didn’t agree, but he took the fork nonetheless.
“For Cas,” he thought, when he took the first bite. “To please him.”
“You ever thought of . . dating a hunter? Someone who knows the life?”
Dean took a long sip of beer as his brothers words echo through his head. They’d had a conversation earlier about ever thinking about settiling down. Of course they couldn’t. But with a hunter? Sam seemed to think it seemed a possibility.
Maybe it seemed like another vunerablity to Dean. Or maybe he didn’t think anyone could love him enough.
“Hello, Dean.” Castiel’s voice breaks Dean’s chain of thoughts, and startles him a little.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.” Cas said. He walked over to the table where Dean was sitting, and sat right next to him.
“What are you thinking about?”
Dean thought of how to answer Castiel’s question in a way he could at least kind of understand.
“Sam asked me, today, if I’d ever thought of getting with a hunter, you know? Date someone who knows the life.”
“Yes,” Cas nodded, “the only way you could probably substain a romantic relationship.”
Dean huffed a sigh.
“Well, what did you tell him?”
“I told him no,” Dean glanced over at Cas. Their shoulders were brushing. “but that was a lie. I think about it all the time. Sometimes I don’t even realize I’m doing it.
Castiel scrunched his eyes, “Well what hunter could you imagine yourself being with?”
Dean looked away. “Who am I doing this for?”
and he looked back at Cas, blue eyes brighter than the sky. “For me.”
And when Dean told him, that he, in fact, was the one Dean saw himself with, Castiel kissed him. It was soft and sweet then full of want, want, want.
And once their lips finnally spereated, Castiel held his head against Dean’s.
“You deserve this,” he whispered, and he kissed Dean again.