AndyCaldwell

Sam and Dean trudged back home- into a frightfully dull motel room with chipping grey paint clinging to the old beaten up walls. Sam was tired and sore from the demon-hunt. He collapsed on his bed, which made the steel springs shriek as a puff of dust and smoke exploded from the dingy bedspread. "I'm going out, I need some air," Dean directed at Sam, who was already fast asleep. Dean walked out of the room and was greeted by a cool wisp of wind as he shut the creaking door as quietly as he could. He turned around and was startled by who he saw. Cas. "Cas, where has your feathery angel ass been?!" "Hello, Dean," Castiel replied in a hushed

Title:                    In Sickness & In Health Word Count:        1006 Pairings:              Destiel (Dean/Cas) Description:         Dean's sick, And Castiel comes to take care of him         Dean shuddered, the sudden cold flash forcing Dean to grab all the disposed blankets off the floor next to the couch, where he had thrown them during the heat flash he had been having only moments before; no matter how many layers he added though, it was never enough. He had thought of calling someone, but Sam had moved back in with Amelia, Benny was still in hiding, and Castiel…well, Castiel was a different story.         As if the mere act o

The sky was completely dark, stars twinkling softly. Castiel stared at them, feeling the stress of the Apocalypse situation melt away. He was leaning against the Impala, hands in his lap, with Dean next to him, who was also looking at the sky. "I understand why you enjoy it here," he said. "Its…peaceful." Dean glanced at him, taking another sip of beer. "Yeah. Helps me keep going." he said softly. Castiel stared at him. "You do not feel you have a purpose to live?" he asked, concerned. He liked Dean here, with him. Dean helped him keep going as well. "Well, I do, its just that…the stress and all. It gets to me. We're not like yo

Dean walked into the motel, gun in hand.  He wiped the sweat from his brow and sat down on the creaky single bed.  He rested his head in his hands and ran through today's case.  Letting out a heavy sigh, he leaned back to fall asleep. "Hello Dean." The deep raspy voice sounded from a shadowed corner.  Without getting up or opening his eyes, Dean replied quietly, "Hey, Cas.  Any news? Rogue angels? Omens? The usual?" "Not so far" Cas said, a little hint of impatience in his voice.  "Besides," he said hesistantly," That's not why I'm here." Dean sat up, staring at the nerdy little man wearing a trench coat.  "Ok?" he asked, "So why are you h