Random Destiel Snippets

You're Perfect to Me!

The words rang in his ears as he went home. They pounded his eardrums with their relentless droning.

"Fat," someone hissed.

"Ugly as hell," another snorted.

"You're dumb as shit," another voice cried.

The voices only ceased when he was with Cas. When he was with his boyfriend everything faded and it was just the two of them. It was nice.

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The voices started getting to him. He often found himself thinking "Maybe if I get skinnier and smarter and handsomer, everyone will love me."

Pretty soon he stopped eating. He hit the books hard and hardly slept because he studied all night. After a few weeks, Cas stated noticing the things that were happening to Dean.

He was thinner. His grades were slowly getting better but there were dark circles under his eyes.

"Dean have you been eating?"

"What?"

"Have you been eating."

"Oh uh.....um....."

"Dean. Tell me the truth."

"No.....I uh, I haven't."

"And I'm guessing you haven't been sleeping."

"I've been studying instead."

"Not eating and staying up all night is unhealthy Dean."

"I'm fine."

"No you're not."

"I'm fine Cas!!"

"No Dean, you're not. Come on, we are getting you something to eat and then your going to sleep."

"But...but...."

"But what?"

"I'll be fat again if I eat."

"No you--"

"I'll be dumber if I sleep instead of study."

"DEAN. You were never fat. You were never dumb. Assholes said those things to make you feel like you were. Trust me, babe, you're perfect."

"I'm not perfect," Dean's voice was small.

Cas walked up to him and pulled him into his arms. The Winchester tucked himself under Castiel's chin on instinct and listened to his heartbeat. It thumped against his ear, steady and loud.

"You're perfect to me," Cas whispered and leaned down to press kisses against Dean's face.

"You're perfect to me and right now you look unhappy and unhealthy and it hurts to see you like this," he whispered.

"Let's go get some food."

Dean buried his face in Cas's shirt.

"Okay...."