Till The Very End - Destiel AU

So I got an anonymous request a long long long while back to write some kid!Dean and kid!Cas AU and I kinda got carried away and this happened. I hope you like it!! Also this is my first piece after my long hiatus so any feedback is appreciated ❤️

Thank you so much for being patient with me!

“Why are your clothes so torn?”


“They’re so big on you. Don’t you have better clothes?”

“You’re so ugly. Look how nice my clothes are!”

Three year old Dean Winchester sniffled, trying to hold back tears, as the other kids from his daycare taunted him. They were all laughing at his oversized flannel and his ripped shoes. Suddenly, a big kid pushed him so hard that he fell back and hit his head on the ground and that’s when the tears started to flow and Dean started sobbing. The other kids just laughed until a voice cried out,

“Hey get away from him!”

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Malec

Alec’s always had insecurities. Even before dating Magnus, when Alec had a pretty huge crush on Jace, he knew that Jace would never love him that way. Jace saw him as nothing more than a brother. Alec was almost certain he would never find love. I mean, who would love him? He was rash and hot-headed and he tended to push people away. He felt he was unlovable in every way possible.

But then he met Magnus. With Magnus, everything was beautiful. It may sound cheesy but for Alec, it was like everything was falling into place. He felt like he finally belonged. He finally understood and felt the beauty of falling in love with someone who loves you back.

But Alec’s insecurities did not vanish. They were replaced with new ones. Most nights he would just hold Magnus close to him and not let go because he knows that there’ll come a day where Alec is old and Magnus still looks the same. He knows that Magnus thinks about it too. A part of him wonders if Magnus will even love him if he was old and wrinkly. Another sensible part of him tells him to shut up but the former voice overcomes the latter. Alec hates it. He hates how he’s let his insecurities take up his whole life. He’s determined to face them and overcome them. All he has to do is find a way to make Magnus mortal. But… but he doesn’t do it. He can’t do it. He knows that Magnus loves immortality and he doesn’t have the right to take that choice away from him.

After countless sleepless nights, he decides that perhaps him leaving is the best choice. All he’s done is caused pain for those around him and he can never do that Magnus. He can’t make Magnus choose. So one night, he slowly untangles himself from a sleeping Magnus’ hold on his waist. Alec is light on his feet so he doesn’t worry about waking Magnus up. What he didn’t anticipate are the tears as he looks at Magnus one last time. One muttered word and he’s out the window. One heavy word which hangs in the air as it knows it doesn’t belong. One word to carry the weight of insecurities and heavy choices.

“Sorry”

I Love You (Destiel)

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“Cas… I - I love you.”

The first time Dean Winchester choked those words out loud, only the defining silence of his empty room greeted him. Castiel was dead and the only thing that remained was the trench coat which smelled of dry blood and dirt. It no longer smelled of Cas.

The next time Dean confessed his feelings out loud was the next day when he was playing the mixtape on repeat.

“I love you Cas and I really miss you, buddy. Come back to us. Come back to me. Please…”

The words were simple but the emotions behind them were not.

Ever since then, Dean would end his prayers to Cas with an ‘I love you’ and a silent plea to come back alive. And every morning he would wake to an empty bed and a tear-stained trench coat.

“Dean I understand your pain but you’ve got to help me out with Jack,” Sam pleaded one day. “I cannot do this alone. I lost my best friend and my mom too, Dean.”

“You don’t understand Sam.” Dean pushed past his younger brother and reached for the cooler to grab a couple of bottles of beer.

“Then make me understand Dean.” Sam stood cross-armed in front of Dean and refused to move.

Dean stared at the cold bottles of beer in his hand before finally meeting Sam’s eyes. “I love him, Sam. I’m in love with Cas.”

Sam’s gaze softened and he didn’t have the heart to correct the tenses in Dean’s confession. “I know Dean… I’m sorry.”

Sam had stopped reaching out to Dean but the latter could not just sit around anymore. Dean started becoming more productive. He started taking care of Baby and giving her regular washes. In fact, Dean was back in the kitchen cooking breakfast and lunch in no time. He would still shut himself in his rooms for hours on end of course, but it was baby steps and Sam was content. However, Dean refused to go near Jack as the Nephilim reminded him too much of his dead angel.

“I love you Cas and I know that you would want me to help Jack… but I’m sorry man. I can’t look at him without seeing you and… and it hurts.”

It was after seventy-six confessions did Dean hear the voice he never thought he would hear again.

It was a fine Thursday morning and Dean was in his room, going through all the pictures that he had in the bunker when he realised that there were no pictures of Cas. None. He was about to reach for another beer when the voice behind him stopped him cold.

“Hello Dean.”

Dean turned back so fast that he almost got whiplash.

“Cas?”

Cas was looking at Dean with a small smile. Before he knew it, Dean closed the distance between him and the angel and pulled him into a tight hug.

“You’re real. This is it. You’re here.” Dean was crying again but he didn’t care.

He sniffed in the familiar scent of Cas but the latter pulled away and placed a hand on Dean’s cheeks. Dean closed his eyes and leaned into Cas’ touch and his green eyes met Cas’ warm blue ones. But the blue eyes held hesitation and Cas’ hands twitched at his sides.

“What’s the matter Cas?” Dean whispered.

Cas took a long unsteady breath and before Dean could react, Cas tilted his head up and pressed a soft kiss on Dean’s lips. Before Cas could pull away, Dean wrapped his arms around the angel’s waist, pulled him impossibly closer and kissed him deeper and harder. It was a long time before the two came up for breath.

“I love you Cas,” Dean breathed out.

“I heard you. I love you too Dean.”

A/N: I’m super sorry for my inactivity but I finally got a work up! I wanna dedicate this to @alittlebitofanna cause it’s her birthday today and she’s an amazing person who writes amazing fics! Go send her your love peeps ❤️

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