So, funny story, but I just realized that ANOTHER facet to the tragedy of Cas’ death is that it also serves to validate and drive home all of Dean’s lifelong fears of abandonment, the bleak belief he’s internalized all his life, the lesson he’s known since he was a child:
Even “I love you” still doesn’t mean “I won’t leave you”.
Warnings: Smutty smut smut. Oh, and a little bit
A/N: This is for
Steph’s 300 Follower Challenge! Congrats to the magnificent @srj1990! My prompt
was the song “Sick Like Me” by In This Moment. So, here it is! (GIF not mine)
Castiel’s eyes immediately locked on you and he busted
through the motel room door, his tied already hanging loosely from his neck.
The top buttons of his shirt were completely missing, hinting at his
desperation. He needed to get it out, the hunt, the failure. He needed you.
He had always been subservient to the Winchesters, even if
he hadn’t realized it, always coming at their every beck and call. When Dean
prayed, he answered, always ready to serve. He had even put his own existence
on the line for those two men, and he would for the rest of his life. They were
But there was a secret side to the angel, a side that begged
to lead. To command. It was borderline destructive.
And the only human who truly benefited from that side was you.
Cas slammed the door behind you, not caring that the
brothers were just a few doors down. His blue eyes darkened with lust as he
gazed upon you, ready and waiting for him. He rushed towards your naked form,
finally ripping his loosened tie from his neck and discarding it onto the
floor. You sat on the edge of the bed, your gaze locked onto his.
His hand lowered, gripping the hair at the back of your
head. “Stand,” he commanded as he lifted you to your feet. You groaned at the
sweet burn from his grip.
let out a tired sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. A headache
was already beginning to form and he could feel the frustration
rising in his chest. If it was anyone else, he wouldn’t be doing
this, but an urgent text of I Need You sent at the unholy hour
of three o'clock in the morning got him at Lysander’s doorstep at
precisely three thirty. He wished he could have been there sooner,
but there was a decent distance between their houses - though as
soon as Lysander called him, he wished he didn’t even bother.
me get this straight,” Castiel found it hard to speak at a normal
tone of voice, “The text was an accident? At three o'clock in the
morning you just happened to text me something that sounded
like you were desperate for help? The text that got me out of
bed at this fucking hour was an accident?”
knew that being a good friend would bite him in the ass sometime.
the hell did you mean to send,” Castiel snapped a bit harshly, “A
good morning text?“
was a long pause. Castiel swore he could hear someone else talking in
quick whispers - eventually, Lysander’s voice came back on; it
was a bit muffled as if the phone was farther from him.
love you - “ There was a bit of shuffling. “-Go away.”
almost snapped again before he realized exactly why Lysander’s voice
sounded so muffled - he wasn’t talking to him. There was only one
person outside of his direct family Lysander would say that too. A
smirk played on his lips as he leaned back on the stairs and simply
listened to the muffled conversation. If he was going to be up at
this hour, he may as well have some fun with it.
I love you too, but don’t you think your girlfriend may not approve
of our relationship?”
was a quite a few startled noises - some definitely from Lysander,
the others were too high-pitched and feminine to come from his
friend. He let out a chuckle at the sound of scuffling and frantic
whispers on the other end of the line before Lysander spoke more
clearly into the phone, a bit frazzled and confused.
“ I didn’t mean to say that -”
you saying you don’t love me,” Castiel feigned hurt and bit back a
snort at all the noises coming from the other end.
Castiel.” This time the voice
was definitely who he expected to be with Lysander, though there was
a bit of an echo - must be on speaker. “You had your fun jackass.”
he said he loved me, that he needed me,” Castiel pushed,
smirking as he stood from the stairs and began to move toward the
front of the house, searching the windows before he finally spotted
two silhouettes against a curtain in what had to be Lysander’s room.
text was meant for me,” he
could hear the flustered anger in her voice, “And you
know that so just go, alright? I’ll give you gas money for
driving out here if you want, but we’re kinda in the middle of
something and I’m losing my lady wood.”
could hear Lysander’s s quack of embarrassment. The smile on his face
was a bit more malicious in nature as he picked up a rather large
alright, I’m going but you should know that there’s this weird bird
thing that keeps circling house. It looks like some sort of vulture,
must’ve escaped from the zoo or something.“
fear of birds were a very well-known thing throughout the school -“
vultures being a particularly big one. He wasn’t sure why, just that
it made great ammo for jokes.
a terrible liar,” Candy scoffed, but he could hear the waiver in her voice.
don’t believe me,” Castiel hummed a bit, “But he looks pretty hungry.”
hung up his phone and watched the silhouettes for a moment - the
smaller one that must be Candy was waving her hands in a mild panic,
most likely about his comment. His grin grew crooked and he took his
arm back, aimed, and the tossed it.
large stone crashed through the window - he winced, not expecting
the window to actually break - and Candy’s scream of horror came
through just as he began to run off toward his car with a manic