As Little Shards of Stained Glass

[vankoss]

Title: As Little Shards of Stained Glass
Author:vankoss
Pairing: Dean/Castiel.
Word Count: 614
Timing: Season 5, Episode 04 (some time before that future)
Warning: Angst,  Future!Castiel, Future!Dean, Croatoan!Verse, Sex
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, if i did, it would have dragons and catgirls, and Dean would be humping Cas all day long
Summary: In a world where Sam is Lucifer, Dean and Castiel struggle exist, but their relationship falls apart
Notes: This is very, very painful for me to write, but is part of a larger story, i feel bad for making them suffer. D:

 

-I’m sick of your shit Cas, I'm sick of your stupid faith, of your stupid believe that everything is going to be just peachy- Dean slams the door as he enters Castiel’s cabin. The former angel gives him a foggy stare, his once beautiful blue eyes, are now stained with red lines and dark shadows, constant reminders of his addiction. The hunter just wants to punch him.

 

-If i don’t have my faith Dean, I don’t have anything! I'm trapped in this prison of flesh, without my grace, just a mere human- The former angel walks in circles, shaky, trying to find words in his clouded head.

 

-Don’t flatter yourself Pinocchio, you are not human- Dean wants to rip Castiel apart, for being so naive, so weak. Dean punishes himself for the tough, but since Castiel fell, he can’t recognize anything of the Castiel he fell in love with. –You have become this thing that I don’t even know-

 

-I’m like this this for you Dean, I fell for you, or have you forgotten? Of course you have forgotten, Nothing matters to you now- Castiel wanted to blame him for everything, for casting him aside, for leaving him alone even when just a few of inches of space separated them. Dean shut himself off the day Sam was gone, and it didn’t matter how much Castiel tried to reach him, the heart of the hunter had become a beatless stone, and then the former angel was left alone to rot in the mortal coil.

 

Dean tried to say something, but the anger was hot red in his head to say something coherent. “Go to hell”, the hunter stormed out the cabin, a few seconds passed, and the former angel started to cry and tremble. He hated it, he hated this human emotions, so everytime they overwhelmed him, he buried himself in those poisonous drugs, trying to forget that he had lost Dean, probably the same that Sam died. His Dean wasn’t there anymore. “I’m already there”

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But a part of Dean still wanted to mend things, part of him knew that he was the one to blame, part of him knew for fucking sure that he had abandoned Castiel when he needed him the most. Castiel was right, he had fell for Dean, to love Dean, to be there for him, but Dean repaid his love with frozen distance when the Lucifer took Sam, Dean was lost, paining, grieving, and forbode his angel from comforting him, he thought that he didn’t deserved it. But at the same time he punished himself, Castiel suffered from the same punishment, and the angel, fragile, raptured from his grace, didn’t know how to cope with that.

 

Dean still wanted to fix things, he still wanted to put together the broken pieces of their relationship, he needed Castiel, and Castiel needed him. Dean swallowed all of his pride, realizing that he had fucked up in every sense of the word the only good thing that was left in his life He reached Castiel’s door with shaky hands, ashamed, pleading into his mind that Cas would forgive him, for all the things he had said and not said, for failing him when he was desperately needed. Dean twisted the door-knob, head pointing downwards. As he entered, a lustful moan ravaged the room, a woman’s moan, and then a man’s groan... Castiel’s.

 

Limbs entangled, flesh and sweat melting, heated, trembling, morbid. Castiel captured Dean’s eyes, as he thrust himself deeper and deeper on his companion.

 

-What Dean? Am I too human for you now?- That was the day both of them broke beyond repair.

 

 

...But life has the strangest twists.