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Dean opens the old rusty door to his motel room. He's greeted with a moldy small rundown room. He had worse he thinks.
He walks in big steps towards the uncomfortable looking bed and places his big black bag on it. He slowly sits on the edge and looks around. This is his life. Hunting, crashing in motel rooms and eating fast food. Usually he has Sammy with him. He always kept him sane. But since they had this fight, they don't talk with each other. Neither of them would ever think of apologizing. Their pride is to big for something like that.
Since Dean doesn't talk about his feelings, he tends to most bottle everything up and let it eat him from the inside.
Today was a day we're he felt that weird feeling creeping up his spine and spreading trough his chest. Pressing on him, letting him feel like he couldn't breathe. All the anger, hate and fear that he holds inside threatens to boil over.
He feels the urge to just smash something. And without any further thought, he grabs the lamp from the nightstand and smashes it against the wall. His fist follows and slams down on the wall mirror. He lets out all the frustration of the last few weeks and without noticing, he destroyed the whole motel room.
He's on his knees, looking down at himself. Covered in cuts and slowly forming bruises.
He feels pathetic. Like a little kid that wants attention. Maybe he is.
He stares at his left arm where a piece of glass, as big as his thumb is stuck. He slowly reaches for it and pulls it out. After a long time staring at it, he guides it towards his wrist. He just needs to see more blood.
He likes how the crimson liquid just flows like a little river. He presses the shard against his skin. It already starts bleeding as he feels a strong hand on his shoulder. His head shot back as he grabbed the person by the wrist and trew him on the ground. Dean's now standing over him, realizing who the person is.
"cas..."
he slowly let's go of him as the big blue eyes follow every movement he makes.
Dean feels dizzy. Why is He here.
Castiel slowly get up and looks around. Dean doesn't know what to do. He feels ashamed letting cas see what he did and what he tried to do.
Cas walked in Dean's direction.
"let me heal you." he reached for Dean but he backed away. "No need. It's not that serious."
He doesn't want the wounds to heal. He likes how they look and feel. The little burning sensation, the swelling red. Even the scars that remain make him happy.
Castiel looks at him with a hint of, sadness?cas slowly moves forward and embraces Dean in a hug. Dean froze for a minute but then melts into it and hugs him back. He burys his face into cas shoulder and let's go of everything negative going on in his head.
"I don't really understand the emotions you feel, but I'm trying to. All I know is that you're not feeling well, and I don't like that.
They let go of each other, and Dean looks into his ocean blue eyes. Dean doesn't want to admit it, but he fucking loves this angel. And he wants to show it.
He cups cas face with his hand. He gave Dean a confused look as Dean pulled closer and puts his lips on cas's.
After an intense moment they pulled away. Dean's a bit nervous as cas starts speaking.
"This is a gesture to symbolize someone you love him, isn't it?"
Dean gave him a small node. He was very surprised when cas pulled him close again and kissed him passionately. Everything felt right again as the Angel's soft lips met his.
They pulled apart and after a moment cast spoke again in a asking voice.
"So, are we in what you humans call relationship?"
"I guess so" Dean smirks at him.
Cas eyes wander down Dean's body "may I heal you now...?"
"It's not so bad, I can just bandage the cuts up"
Dean grabs a first aid kit out of his bag as cas grabs his wrist.
"Let me help you with this."
Dean sits at the edge of the bed and cas sits beside him. He gently cleans the wounds and bandages them.
Suddenly he feels something heavy leaning on his shoulder. He looks in the direction and sees that Dean seems to be asleep.
He packs away the first aid stuff, grabs Dean gently by the shoulder and lays him on the bed. He brushes the messy hair out of Dean's face and covers him with the blanket. Cas switched the light of and whispers "I'm gonna watch over you even in your dreams."