#sam also like 'yep that's a whole entire axe and i feel Threatened'

[dorkylittleweirdo]

Sam: wow they survived, maybe we'll get a new runner 👀

Sam: oh god oh fuck what is tHaT

Five, covered in sweat and dirt, probably half feral at this point:

[katekarnage7]

“Heartbreak Can Be Fixed”

Destiel Prompt Thing.

I found this awesome prompt when going through my home page so I thought I’d give it a shot!

This was a dialogue prompt, the dialogue was the first line and that prompt was fantastic. You can find the blogger who made it here: promptdumpster.

Here’s a quick warning for angst. Lots of angst. Also, this is an AU kind of thing so yep. There are a few injuries and things sustained in this, so reader discretion is advised!

The word count for this bad boy is 3,718. 

PS: Heartbreak Can Be Fixed is the name of this prompt-fic thingy. 

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“You are the most stupid man I have ever laid my eyes on! And I have seen my fair share!” Cass shouts at him, pure rage in those captivating blue eyes. “I told you it was a freakin’ misunderstanding, Cass! What else can I say?!” Dean shouts back. This whole thing is ridiculous.

“So what, you just tripped and somehow you were all over Anna? I’m not a fool, Dean!” Cass is pacing around their kitchen as he yells, the bowls and measuring cups from when Cass was making dinner are still out. He must’ve abandoned his dinner plans when he got the call. 

“Meg told me what happened,” Cass says, crossing his arms as if to protect himself from the world. As if to protect himself from Dean. It stings. “She didn’t actually see what went down, did she?” Dean’s words are phrased like a question but said like a statement.

“She saw enough, Dean!” Cass’s already gravelly voice is breaking with desperation. “You’re an idiot!” Cass yells and Dean can see the beginnings of tears in those blue depths that he fell in love with.

“Cass, nothing happened, I swear!” Dean says, stepping towards his boyfriend but Cass takes a step back and throws his hands out. He’s warning Dean not to come any closer. Dean feels like he’s been hit by a semi. The pain in his chest threatens to overcome him.

“Anna just needed some help getting something from the top shelf, she was on a stool, she fell and I caught her! Nothing else happened, Cass!” Dean says, pleading with Cass to understand. “Meg said she saw you two kissing, Dean,” Cass says in a quiet, heartbroken voice that makes Dean want to wrap him in his arms.

“She saw something else, Cass, I swear,” Dean says, forcing himself to stare right into Cass’s eyes and when he does, he sees the pain, the heartbreak, the absolute despair in those eyes that have been so alight with humor and kindness since the day he met the man in front of him.

He can’t believe he’s the one to make them lose that light.

Suddenly, Cass pushes past him, out of the kitchen and into the front hall. Dean takes off like a shot behind him. “Where’re you going?” Dean calls after him. Cass stands in the main hall, grabs his coat from the hanger by the door and grabs his keys.

“I’m going to stay with Gabriel,” Cass says matter-of-factly. Cass’s back is to him still. “I’ll be back to pick up my stuff tomorrow. It’d be best if you weren’t here.” Cass’s words break his heart, he feels like he can’t breathe. “Cass, we can work this out, you have to know that I wouldn’t ever do that you.” He begs.

Cass turns slowly and his eyes… God, there’s no emotion left. “I don’t believe you,” Cass whispers and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he’s out the door, leaving Dean to collapse on the floor and finally, the tears start flowing.

—

Castiel slams the door behind him, one last spark of energy before it disappears entirely. He still can’t believe that Dean would do that to him, after everything they’ve been through. He can’t believe that Dean would just end it like that! Well, he supposes he’s the one who ended it but his boyfriend - ex? - gave him little choice in the matter.

He knows that they should work it out, after all, what if Meg really is wrong? What if Dean was telling the truth and he’s just to overwhelmed by emotions to see that? Either way, he knows one thing for certain; he can’t be here right now.

He takes off down the stairs of their apartment building. Why bother with the elevator? And when he reaches the lobby, he steps out into the freezing winter air. 

Lawrence, Kansas, is nice in the winter, snowy and somewhat stormy but he likes that aspect. Usually. Right now, however, he just wants to get the hell away from Dean Winchester and the thoughts of him and Anna… 

He shakes his head and takes off towards his 1987 Lincoln Continental. He loves this car, perhaps not as much as Dean loves his Impala ‘Baby’ as he’s called it since before they met, though, Castiel himself has monikered his car ‘Grace’ for no particular reason, he supposes, but perhaps it’s an ode to his religious family.

Not that Castiel is really in touch with them anymore. Well, all of them except for Gabriel. His two older brothers, Lucifer and Michael are massive, well, as Dean would say, dicks. They constantly fight and it’s only gotten worse since their father’s death.

At least, that’s what he’s been told by Inias. Seeing as both Castiel and Gabriel took off at the first chance they got, neither of them have had much contact with their family but Inias is one of the only brothers that he can tolerate, other than Gabriel.

He quickly unlocks his car and gets in, sliding the keys into the ignition and starting the car before Dean can come after him. If Dean is coming after him. He can’t fathom why Dean would do anything with Anna but sometimes Dean Winchester can be an impulsive, bull-headed fool.

Castiel doesn’t know if they can fix this. Obviously, he wants to have a little space and time to think things over and then maybe, just maybe, they could talk it out and see if it can be fixed.

He loves Dean, he really does, with all of his - currently shattered - heart but he’s not sure if they can bounce back from this. Especially not if Meg was telling the truth. He hopes she wasn’t. He prays to God that she was wrong but… A nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach says otherwise.

He pulls out onto the road in front of the apartment building and drives in the direction of Gabriel’s apartment. He doesn’t look back until the building disappears from his rearview mirror.

The roads are icy this evening. They have a tendency to get this way during the winter so Castiel tries to walk more. People are rather foolish if they don’t handle ice on a regular basis and there’s an uptick in automobile related accidents, however, everyone in Lawrence is careful, unlike in other cities he’s been in over the course of his travels.

He’s a lawyer so he used to travel quite a bit for his firm. Not all firms have their lawyers travel as much but people from all over the world would pay for their services and in turn, Castiel’s services.

That’s how he met Dean in the first place. He was working a case in California, it was a relatively high-profile case because the defendant was a man of importance in Los Angelos and he was accused of sexually assaulting women then blackmailing them.

He swears, some of the scum he’s defended. That was when he met Sam Winchester, a prosecutor with an axe to grind. Sam despised the defendant and frankly, Castiel agreed.

Eventually, the man was convicted and sentenced to twenty-five years in prison. Castiel thought he should have gotten more but that was the sentencing. After the trial, he met Sam a few more times and eventually they became friends when Castiel was stationed in California for a bit longer on another case.

Castiel met Sam’s brother Dean while Dean was visiting him. They met and after some time, they fell in love, even though Dean wasn’t out of the closet then. Dean had been visiting Sam for two months and at the end of that time, when back to Lawrence.

Castiel and Dean started dating - in secret - after a month of his visit to Sam and continued dating even after Dean went back and eventually, Castiel decided to quit the job at his old law firm and start one in Lawrence with his brother Gabriel.

It had always been a dream of his and with Dean, well he couldn’t see a reason not to. He loves Dean and now that he’s slightly calmer, he realizes that Meg must’ve been wrong. He and Dean have far too much history for Dean to ever do something like that.

He should turn around and sort things out with Dean, so, when he comes to the next light, he decides to make a U-turn, he’s only a couple of blocks away from Gabriel’s apartment now, but he needs to talk with Dean.

As he is halfway through the turn a car speeds through the intersection and suddenly, everything is in slow motion as he watches the other car hurtle towards him. His last coherent thought is to cover his head and then everything goes black.

—

He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting on the floor, his back to the door that Cass slammed. He cried until there were no tears left to cry and has been sitting in a kind of haze since. He wants to get up and get a drink. He wants to drink until he forgets everything that happened.

It really was just a stupid misunderstanding and right now he wants to kill that bitch Meg for lying to Cass! He’s always known of her conniving behavior towards his boyfriend but this is something new.

He wished Bobby had never hired her to handle the PR side of things. Bobby sucks at that shit so he needed someone, but why her? The second she met Cass she was all over him, in fact, Dean would bet good money that right now she’s playing all sweet and apologetic ‘Oh, Cass, I’m so sorry that Dean would do that you, blah, blah, blah’.

He clenches his fist. There is the possibility that she thought something happened but knowing Meg? She’s a stone cold bitch and why Cass is trusting her is baffling enough.

God, he hates this whole situation. He wishes that Cass would just come back but he knows that his boyfriend - hopefully not ex - needs time to cool off and once he’s had that, they can talk, but still… Dean’s worried. They’ve never gotten in a fight like this before…

He’s not sure what’s going to happen and even though he loves Cass, he knows about Cass’s worries. He’s had them since the moment they met. The guy is basically an angel in human form and yet he thinks he’s not the best damn thing that’s ever happened to Dean.

His self-awareness needs work. God, Dean just hopes he’ll come back. Even if he was the least self-aware person in the world, Dean would still love his stupid ass until they both ended up six feet under.

He sits on the floor a little longer before standing. His legs are wobbly and his right foot fell asleep because of his lack of movement. He drags himself to their bedroom.

Everything is clean. Cass isn’t the type to throw someone’s stuff all over the floor and break vases. No, Cass is the type who would leave everything completely organized so the could come to get it later.

He realizes with a painful jolt that there’s already a suitcase open and waiting on the floor. This is really happening. He takes deep breathes, trying to remind himself that once they talk this all out, everything will be okay. Please let everything be okay.

He collapses in bed and suddenly, the exhaustion from the day sinks in and he drifts off to sleep.

—

He wakes up to the seemingly ear-splitting sound of a ringing phone. Why the hell is his phone ringing? He’s about to nudge Cass to answer it but then he realizes Cass isn’t there.

He looks out the window and realizes it’s still the middle of the night. Who would be calling at this godforsaken hour? His heart is in his throat when he realizes that it might be Cass calling to say he’s coming back or… Or he doesn’t know but he fumbles to pick the phone up.

He reads the caller ID and his heart sinks. It’s Gabriel. He’s about to get a fucking big bro lecture that he does not need at this hour of the night - morning? - and he would let it ring and not answer it, but something inside him pushes him to answer.

“What, Gabriel? If you’re going to go on some dumb rant I am not in the mood to hear-” Dean begins to say but Gabriel cuts him off. “Dean. Get the fuck over to the Lawrence Memorial Hospital,” Gabriel says, his voice hard and stressed.

“Why? Is everything okay?” Dean asks, a nagging feeling spawning in the pit of his stomach with every word Gabriel says. Gabriel didn’t call him Deano, something is seriously wrong. “It’s Cassie, Dean,” Gabriel says and suddenly, the world fades into static around him. He can’t breathe. Cass. 

—

His hands shake as he bolts straight out of bed to grab his jacket and keys. He’s grateful for the fact that he fell asleep in his clothes. Gabriel’s words echo in his head as he bolts down the stairs into the lobby.

It’s Cassie. Get the fuck over here. It’s Cassie. Lawrence Memorial. He can’t seem to quiet the words so he focuses on running to his Baby, both them. How he gets into his Impala and onto the road is a haze of panic.

The entire drive is Gabriel’s words and his and Cass’s fight from earlier on repeat. It’s like a Greatest Hits of shit in his head right now. He can’t completely focus on the road. The icy nature of it means he could easily crash right now but somehow he makes it to the hospital in one piece.

He rushes in through the doors and is immediately wrapped into a bear hug by none other than Gabriel. “I’m glad you’re here, Dean,” Gabriel mutters before releasing him. Gabriel looks exhausted.

“Where is he?” Dean asks, his voice comes out like a broken croak of desperation. “Surgery,” Gabriel answers. “What happened?” Dean asks, all but begging Gabriel to give him something. “He, um, he got into a car crash,” Gabriel says, tilting his head up to look at the ceiling.

“From what I’ve figured out it seems like it was a drunk asshole or someone who doesn’t know how to fucking drive in the snow. The driver probably didn’t realize how slick the fucking ice was and then…” Gabriel trails off.

Dean feels a hot flash of anger in his chest. “Where is this jackass?! I swear to God if Cass dies I’ll kill him!” Dean all but yells. “Looks like God already did it for ya, Deano,” Gabriel says and gives him a weak smile.

“There were two women and a man in the car with him. One of the women made it out with minor injuries and the other two have more serious injuries but nothing they can’t recover from,” Gabriel says, looking anywhere but at Dean.

“How do you know all of this?” Dean asks, trying to calm his breathing and not think about how Cass, the love of his goddamn life, might be dying on a table somewhere in the hospital where he is just out of Dean’s reach. “One of the nurses took pity on me,” Gabriel says.

“How long have you been here?” Dean asks. “Long enough to get some shitty hospital coffee,” Gabriel says, motioning to the coffee cup abandoned on the seat behind him. At the expression on Dean’s face, an expression that clearly states that he’s not in the mood for Gabriel’s bullshit right now, Gabriel folds.

“About thirty minutes.” Dean balks. “Thirty minutes? When did you call me?” Dean asks, staring at the much shorter man with, what he hopes, is a firelike rage in his eyes. “As soon as I got here,” Gabriel says as if he’s offended by the implication.

“Deano, as much as we may argue, Cassie loves you and I’m not enough of a dickhead to not let you see him when he’s in the goddamn hospital,” Gabriel says. “So you’re admitting that you are, at least partially, a dickhead?” It’s not really a question anymore, more of a statement.

“You know, it’s a wondrous thing, the fact that you got Cassie to love you even with all of your aching stupidity,” Gabriel says, busting out the big boy words. “Thanks, Gabe, glad we’re friends too,” Dean says and then, silence falls.

After a few moments, Dean takes a deep breath. “What do we do now?” Dean asks, biting down on his lower lip to calm himself. The moment of laughter in his panic was nice but now everything is replaced with an aching sense of worry. “We wait and pray to whatever God is out there that Cassie comes back to us.”

—

The first time he wakes up, everything is quiet. Strangely quiet. He tries to open his eyes but when he does all he sees is a bunch of doctors and nurses running around and a blinding light above him. He’s on some sort of moving table… A stretcher, perhaps.

Everyone around him seems to be panicking. Why are they so worried? Castiel wonders. Everything seems so peaceful with no sound. He can’t fathom why anyone would feel panic in this situation.

Then, the pain hits him and he sinks back into unconsciousness. 

—

 The second time he wakes up he registers the pain immediately, however, this time he doesn’t black out. He forces his eyes to open. He’s in a hospital room. Panic sets in. What happened? He tries to focus and remember what’s going on but it’s difficult.

Suddenly, he remembers with a gasp. Dean. Castiel himself was hit by a car while going to Dean. He feverishly looks around the room until his eyes fall on a certain someone fast asleep in a chair by his bed.

Dean’s head is resting on the bed by his legs. He gently moves them so as not to disturb him. Castiel feels a sense of fondness wash over him because Dean is right here, beside him, like always.

How could he have ever doubted that? And with that thought in mind, he drifts off to sleep once more.

—

The third time he wakes up, he hears crying. His eyes fly open only to see a disheveled Dean Winchester, still by the foot of his bed, even though it must have been hours since he last woke up.

Dean is crying with his face buried in the blankets of Castiel’s bed. “I’m sorry,” Dean says with a sob. Castiel, despite the ache in his bones, reaches down and runs his fingers through Dean’s hair. “It’s okay,” Castiel manages to mutter just before Dean all but jumps out of his skin.

“Cass?” Dean says, raising his head to look at him. Dean sounds so broken and tired. His beautiful green eyes are red and puffy. His cheeks are tear-stained and he looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel says, even though it sends bolts of pain through his throat. “Thank God,” Dean says, quickly raising his hand to paw at his wet cheeks. “I’m sorry, I know you must hate me right now but…” Dean trails off, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Why on Earth would I hate you, Dean?” Castiel asks. Pain be damned. “Because, well, I… Wait… You don’t, um, hate me?” Dean asks and the vulnerability in his eyes is a rare sight. Dean doesn’t like to feel vulnerable, Castiel knows that.

“Of course I don’t. I was coming back to talk you,” Castiel says, reaching to take Dean’s hand. “But it’s my fault that you were even on the road! I’m sorry. I should go,” Dean says, making a move to stand up but despite every part of his body objecting, Castiel manages to wrench Dean closer to him with the grip on his hand.

“It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have left, Dean, stop taking all the blame, beloved,” Castiel says. He doesn’t care about Dean and Anna, he knows now that Dean would never do that and even if he did, Castiel doesn’t believe it.

“Beloved? Cass, you were ready to walk out the door, what changed?” Dean asks. “I wasn’t even truly ready to leave you. Have more faith in me, beloved,” Castiel says, rolling his eyes.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean says with mock-anger, but Castiel knows him too well, he knows he’s not really angry. “I believe you, Dean, and a near-death experience kind of puts things in perspective. I trust you,” Castiel says and he knows his trust isn’t misplaced. Dean Winchester is a good man and that is the only thing Castiel knows for certain.

Dean’s eyes are shining with an indiscernible emotion. “I love you, Dean,” Castiel says, his hand wrapping tighter around Dean’s. “I love you too, angel,” Dean replies, coming in close to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“Where’s Gabriel?” Castiel asks. “He’s out getting some better goddamn coffee,” Dean says with a watery laugh. “How long have you been up, Dean?” Castiel asks, examining the face of his beloved.

“Three days,” Dean says. Castiel bolts straight up, ignoring the flash of pain. “Easy! You’ll rip your stitches!” Dean says, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve been here for three days and you haven’t slept at all?!” Dean balks. “I, uh, I got some sleep,” Dean says.

“Don’t lie to me, Dean Winchester,” Castiel says, staring him down. Suddenly, there’s a laugh from the door. “Aww, you guys are totally adorbs! When did you guys get married?” A nurse with red-hair says. A nametag on her scrubs informs him that her name is Charlie.

Dean blushes a deep shade of red and before he can stammer out a response Castiel responds for him with a wicked grin. “Hopefully, we’ll be getting married soon,” Castiel says and Dean looks back at him, the blush still tinting his cheeks and ears.

“Say what?” Dean asks. His eyebrows are almost in his hair. “What do you say, beloved, want to get married?” Dean smiles, even though the blush intensifies. “Sure, angel.”

Thank you all for reading! I quickly wanted to say that no, Dean was not cheating on Cass. Meg was just being a meanie. I also wanted to say that I don’t hate Meg, in fact, I love her dearly, but I needed a villain and not that many ladies are into our beloved Castiel (even though they should be because he’s adorable).

This was a really fun prompt to write and I’m hoping to do more in the future! :)