Late I'm sorry, I was in a sad mood! I'm reading Twist and Shout and I found this fanfic I started a few weeks ago, and decided to finish. I don't own Supernatural, unfortunately. (Like I could do a better job than those who do!)Late by DevianMONSTER
In this moment, for the first time, it occurred to Dean how many possibilities there could have been for his and Cas’ first kiss.
It could have been during a fight.
There could have been shouting and reckless pushing around, intense stares and heavy breathing. Names would be hurled, tempers would rise, and insults would be choked on in fury. They would both be forced to a point of breaking, the air crackling with everything unspoken and everything at the tips of their tongues. And then, suddenly, maybe one of them would finally be overwhelmed with that ever-present pulsing- some sort of mixture of butterflies and impulses- and maybe Dean or Cas, either one, would have surged forward in a sudden instant of emotional turmoil and passion and kissed the
Will You Marry Me?Dean grumbled to himself as he tried to fix his hair, which just so happened to be sticking up in the oddest way possible. Dean was never one who focused on his looks, hell, he barely showered in the morning. But, today was different. Today was special. But, just because life liked to fuck him over so much, Dean was overall frustrated with his appearance. His dirty blonde hair was sticking up in all sorts of angles, the bags under his eyes looked deeper and darker, not to mention he hadn't shaved in awhile and was beginning to grow a layer of stubble.Will You Marry Me? by sachipachi1
Dean glanced down at his watch and looked at the time, shit, it was almost time. He managed to tame his hair slightly and shave quickly before heading to the door. He grabbed his keys, the flowers and made sure to grab the small little box that was perched on top of his dresser. There was no way he could forget that, not after all the time and effort he put into it. It was just around 6:40 as Dean pulled up to their meeting spot, perfect
Twist and shout, afterwards.Cas was standing up. He could hear a continuous beep coming from behind him. He looked and saw his own body, Dean lying with him. Cas looked forwards and saw a man in a suit standing in front of him.Twist and shout, afterwards. by pieandweapons
"Am I-" Cas couldn't finish the question as he was unable to get the last word out.
The man nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry Castiel. You're dead. If you choose to come with me you can find peace."
"What are you?" Cas asked.
"I'm a reaper." He responded, almost automatically. Like he'd had to explain this millions of times before. "I am the one who will be able to help you move on." Cas looked back at Dean, seeing him crying as a white sheet was draped over his own body.
"I can't leave him." Cas' eyes brimmed with tears. "I can't leave him. I can't." A tear rolled down his cheek.
"It will be better for both of you if you come with me now. I promise."
"Okay." Cas choked out the word. He was still looking at Dean, tears streaking down his face, as he left with the reaper.
Cas looked at his surroundin