You Deserve To Be Saved (Destiel)

I'll always forgive you, too.

Me and Castiel walked into the college room together, and I quickly noticed the boys staring at me. James being the main one. He ran a hand through his blonde hair as he got up and began walking towards me. Castiel stepped infront of me slightly and James shrugged.

"Saw you at Lisa's party on Saturday night. You seemed to be getting pretty flirty with her." James said, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Dean was with me on Saturday." Cas added. I nudged Cas' back to warn him about who he was messing with. But he just ignored me.

"Is that so? And who are you?"

"As if that's any of your business." Cas squinted at James and all of the other boys started whispering to eachother about Cas and what he was doing. My God was he dumb?

"Anyway. I'm just telling you to back off of Lisa. She doesn't like fat and ugly people like you. You're worthless." James said, winking at me. He turned around to walk off but once again, Cas stepped in.

"That's why she doesn't like you then." Cas said under his breath, but loud enough for James to hear. James stopped and turned to face Cas again.

"What was that?" James asked.

"Oh you heard." Cas said. James giggled for a bit before clenching his fists and swinging for Cas. Cas grabbed his hand and twisted his arm, placing it behind his back. He threw James down on the table, and held him down. He bent down and whispered in his ear. "Do you need to be such a fucking bully all your life?" James whimpered, which made Cas laugh. "Not so nice being the weak guy is it? Now back off Dean, otherwise you'll be getting more than a mouthfull." Cas let go of James, pushing him to the floor and walking to the back off the class as the bell started to ring.

One by one students piled in to the History class and James was still on the floor recovering. Fortunately, he managed to get up before the teacher walked in and began the lesson.

A few hours later, college was over and me and Cas made our way to our favourite milkshake bar. We sat in our original booth, drinking the original milkshake and talking until we had nothing left to talk about.

"That was pretty impressive."

"Thanks." Cas said, sipping his strawberry milkshake and dazing out of the window at the cars passing by. It wasn't that big of a deal to me, but it seemed to keep him calm, so I was cool with it. I really wanted to thank Cas for all he had done for me, for everytime he stuck up for me, for what he did for me. But mostly, for being there.

Cas continued to stare at the cars driving by and sipping his milkshake. He seemed so relaxed.

"Shall we ditch? I mean, I prefer walking to sitting around." Cas asked, finally up at me.

"Yeah, uh- sure." I signalled the waitress and payed for our milkshakes before grabbing my coat and walking out. I looked back at Cas who looked so casual and cool. I still don't know what he was doing being friends with me. I was like.. the worst person ever. No wonder everyone hated me. Apart from Castiel. For some reason, Castiel kept telling me that I meant a lot to him. That he'd be nothing without me, that he'd be left inside all day trying to get over his ex Dean. He kept telling me that I was worth it, but his favourite thing to say was "you deserve to be saved".

Whenever I was down, or we started having an emotional conversation, he'd look at me and say that.

"You deserve to be saved, Dean." He promised me this. Nearly everyday.

I got chills when he walked past me. Something about him made me.... I don't know really... happy.

"Dude," Cas said.

"Yes?"

"Lets go back to mine, it's too cold outside." Cas wandered off and I followed behind. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a packet of ciggarettes. He lit one and then blew the smoke into the air.

"I didn't know you smoked?"

"It's a new thing, it's so good."

"It's bad for you, Cas."

"I know. That's why." I frowned at him and he carried on walking. I was really confused about what he said, but I brushed it off. I'd speak to him about it later.

When we finally reached his flat, he spoke to me.

"Sit down if you like, I'll make you some macaroni cheese." I chuckled and thanked him.

I slouched on the sofa and threw my bag on the floor. I listened. That's it. I just listened. I listened to the noise Cas was making in the kitchen. I could hear the pots and pans being moved around and I could hear little sighs every now and then coming from Cas. He got so easily frustrated, and he needed help. I giggled and got up to help him, and when I got into the kitchen he had made a right mess.

He had tried to open the tin with the mac and cheese in it but he had dropped it and the food was all over the floor.


"You clean it up, I'll open up a new one." I reached into the cupboard and got a new tin whilst Castiel cleaned up behind me.

5 minutes later and I was finally pouring the food into the pan. I turned the heat on and told Cas to stir it.

When the food was cooked, Cas poured it equally into 2 bowls and handed me one.

We stayed up all night making jokes, telling secrets and just talking about everything. I decided I'd ask him about what he meant earlier.

"Hey, what did you mean when you said you only smoked because it was bad for you."

"I didn't mean it like that. It's hard to explain. I don't want to die, but I like the idea of being close to it."

"So you're going to fucking kill yourself?"

"No. I'm not. I'm just bringing my death date closer. That way, I'm closer to death." He breathed heavily for about 2 seconds.

"What the hell are you on about?"

"I told you it's hard to explain. Don't worry." Cas flicked through the tv channels.

"Of coarse I'm going to worry, I care about you!"

"No you don't."

"What?" I frowned at him and he raised his eyebrows.

"You don't care about me. You just don't want to be alone." Cas giggled.

"You think I'm taking advantage of you?" Cas was grinning and shaking his head. "You think I don't care about you? Are you fucking kidding? Are you being serious? Even though you're the only good thing that's happened to me in years. I'd obviously be happy and I'd obviously care for you." I was starting to shout at him, and it felt like I was losing my bestfriend.

"Shutup, Dean."

"No. You know what? I'm done trying. I'm done trying to be good enough for you, for anyone. I'll let myself out." I stood up and grabbed my bag.

"I didn't mean it like that." Castiel stood up and walked towards me staning behind the sofa.

"It's exactly what you meant, Cas!"

"No, it wasn't." There was a short pause. "I meant it like this." Cas wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him until our lips touched. We were kissing for a few seconds.

"Do you forgive me?" Cas asked.

"It depends. Do you forgive me?"

"I'll always forgive you."

"Well then I'll always forgive you, too."