Dean's POV;
The hunter layed there as the morning sun shined through the blinds, smiling like an idiot. He liked waking up like this, his lover holding him tight
The past months with Cas were the happiest he's ever been
He had never smiled as often before. With him, he could finally move on
He had something - someone to live for
Dean raised his head, admiring his soulmate
The exhausted angel was spread out on top of him, heavy wings limping off the edge of the bed as the tips sprawled on the ground. His messy dark locks perfectly falling onto his face, his swollen pink lips slightly parted. He looked so peaceful lying there, the morning sunlight making his wings shine as it warmed his pale skin
They're naked bodies were pressed together, unmoving. They had marked each other, claiming one another as theirs with hickeys and love bites. The red line was gone, leaving a permanent red mark around their ring finger, showing the world that they had found each other
That they weren't alone anymore
He gave a weak smile, pressing a small kiss on top of his head. He scooted to the edge, lifting the black feathered limb as he passed under it. He sat there for a few seconds, adjusting to the stinging pain in his ass
The hunter heard muffled unsatisfied grunts as he moved around the broken bed, a sleepy angel reaching out to hold him. The human chuckled, passing a comforting hand across Castiel's face. He leaned into the touch, desperate to be held again. Dean smiled brightly, thinking his angel was adorable. "I'm just going to make breakfast feathers, I'm not leaving "
Cas spoke indistinctly, falling right back asleep. Dean grinned, laughing slightly at his lover. He kissed his cheek lovingly and got up, wincing in pain
He slowly and painfully walked over to the thrown pair of boxers, sliding them on before hunting for his t-shirt in the destroyed room
Feather's were scattered everywhere, broken lightbulbs and furniture all around the bed. They're clothes were scattered amongst the glass, thrown on lamps and counters. The hunter retrieved his shirt and put it on, weakly making his way to the coffee machine
As he looked into the kitchen, he noticed the many broken glasses and the busted pot. He groaned, looking inside the fridge for anything eatable. Dean jumped back, avoiding the wave of milk and eggs being launched at him
"Son of a bitch!!"
His train of thought got cut off by his new phone ringing, catching his attention. The hunter hesitantly answered, bringing the device with him away from the sleeping angel, not to wake him
"Hello?"
There was a deafening silence at the other end, catching Dean's curiosity
"Hellooo?"
No response
"Listen whatever you're selling were not interested-"
"Dean?"
The small voice sounded familiar, yet so different at the same time
"Yeah, that's me"
The other line sighed happily and shakily, bringing the human to confusion
"... And you are?"
"Its- Dean it's me"
"There are a lot of me's in the world, pal"
"It's Sam"
Dean's eye's widened. How did he find this number? How did he find him? How did he know that Dean would pick up? Was he watching him? The hunter looked around frantically for any cameras, worried
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The Red Line (Destiel)
FanfictionEveryone had a soulmate. everyone had a red thread that only they could see leading to the person of their dreams. Once you touched linked hands, it was set; you found them. No one was truly alone, unless you're soulmate was dead, then there was jus...
