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Christmas in Wisconsin - A Destiel Fanfic (part 4) When he was no longer facing Castiel, and they were walking back down the sidewalk, away from the motel, Dean could finally speak again.
"Hey, uh, Cas?" He asked cautiously.
"Yes, Dean?" Castiel replied.
"I just, uh, wanted to say, you know…thanks; thanks for everything," Dean stammered.
"You're most welcome, Dean," Castiel accepted casually.
"No, man, you don't understand," he pressed.
"I understand completely," the angel replied. "And, like I said, you're welcome. You have saved my life just as many times as I have saved yours; we are, what do you call it, even?"
It was not what Dean had meant, but to be honest, Dean did not even know what he had meant when he said it. So Dean just nodded and kept walking in silence.
Since Castiel was on Dean's right, Dean was closer to the garbage can they walked past. Trying to be as discrete as possible, he swept his hand a
Christmas in Wisconsin - A Destiel Fanfic (part 3) Dean wanted to hit someone, or something, anything at all! After a few minutes of pacing angrily, he grabbed his empty beer bottle off the windowsill. Just as Bobby had taught him that one day at the park, Dean chucked the bottle as if it was a baseball. The bottle whipped across the room, smashing against the front door.
Crossing the room after it, Dean did not even try to avoid the broken shards of glass littering the floor as he walked out the front door. He felt sharp pricks on the bottom of his feet, but did not even pause to consider the damage the glass could have done. He threw open the front door, only pausing once when Castiel asked, "Dean, is everything alight?"
"I'm fine, Cas, just going for a walk," he replied; that same rough tone in his voice. As soon as he said that, he slammed the door shut behind him.
Castiel must have zapped himself out onto the front step, because as Dean stomped across the parking lot, he hear
Christmas in Wisconsin - A Destiel Fanfic (part 2) Dean wandered back to the window, watching as light flurries of snow began to fall, coating the small yard behind the motel in a barely visible layer of snow.
Without the coffee to keep him warm, Dean began to shiver. Despite his shivering though, Dean never once moved away from the window. Something about the soft snowflakes drifting slowly to the ground had Dean entranced. He watched the snow gather on the ground; there was almost enough for a small snowman now.
As Dean stared out of the window, something caught his eye in the window reflection. Focusing in on it, his breath caught in his throat and his heart began to pound; Dean hoped the angel could not hear the way his heart was racing. "Cas?" he breathed as he spun around to face him.
"Hello again, Dean," Cas replied. He was only a few inches away from Dean, so close that their noses almost brushed against each other. So close, that Dean could feel the heat radiating
Christmas in Wisconsin - A Destiel Fanfic (part 1) Dean stood looking out the back window of the cold, dark motel room, a cup of freshly brewed, complementary coffee keeping his hands warm. Even with the hot coffee though, Dean shivered. The heater had broken down late last night and, despite Sammy's knack for fixing things, neither of them had been able to repair it. Now the cold temperatures of Christmas in Wisconsin were seeping through the cheap motel walls, and chilling Dean to the bone.
Maybe it was because of the cold room, maybe it was because of other things, but he had not slept very well last night. Then again, even with good heaters and comfortable beds, Dean never seemed to sleep well anymore; his lack of sleep was probably due to other things. Every night he tossed and turned, and slept fitfully through Purgatory flashbacks; more specifically, flashbacks of Castiel letting go.
The dreams were so vivid; even now, Dean was running them through his mind. "How could you, Cas, h
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All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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