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notfunnydean · 5 years

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I’ve fallen in love many times… but always with you

This is for @huntersociopathavenger‘s writer challenge! I really hope you like it! x

Prompt: I’ve fallen in love many times...but always with you.

Pairing: Destiel

Warnings: Too much fluff?

I also have to thank @winchester-ofthe-lord for helping me out a lot and coming up with the greatest ideas!! x

Dean is nervous.

It’s just a normal day at the bunker, but something is off. It’s not even because there is no urgent hunt at the moment, but maybe it’s because Sam is out alone today. Means Dean is left alone with Castiel and that never ends well.

Lately the angel has a lot of questions and they always leave Dean a bit embarrassed, but also way too curious for his own good. As soon as Dean would only look at a woman, Castiel asks him all about it.

It’s weird.

And that’s the only reason, why Dean stopped picking up girls. Not...because he hopes that he would finally be the one getting asked out, by an angel or something. Dean groans and then sits down on his couch.

The Dean-Cave is his favorite room in the bunker and he could spend the rest of his life here. He grabs the remote and settles on some CIS show, when the door opens behind him and he rolls his eyes.

“Hello Dean.”

“Hey Cas.” Dean answers, but otherwise ignores him. If he gave Castiel his attention, the angel would for sure find a way to make this awkward again and Dean doesn’t do awkward. Or at least he tries.

“Mind if I sit down?” Castiel asks and Dean shakes his head. He busies himself with his beer bottle and Castiel sits down on the couch. Not directly next to Dean, but still very close. Dean kinda wants to squirm in his seat.

Luckily, for the next minutes Castiel actually watches the show. Dean is already bored. It’s the typical case with one of the agents falling in love with the other one. Dean sighs, he kinda has this bullshit in his own life, he doesn’t need to watch it as well.

“Dean?” Castiel mutters, when one of the characters finally admits her feelings to her partner.

“Hm?” Dean hums and tries to concentrate on the screen.

“Have you ever been in love?” Castiel asks and this time he has Dean’s attention. Another question. It never gets old, huh?

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“Sure.” Dean says shortly and when he looks at his best friend, Castiel frowns. Dean is a bit surprised at that reaction. Dean is already 40, of course he has been in love before. He wasn’t a block of ice.

“Hm.” Castiel says and somehow Dean actually wants to talk about it now.

“I mean...when i was 16 I fell in love the first time. It was...you know my first love. Kinda embarrassing, but whatever. Her name was Robin. I met her, when I was at a boy’s home one summer.” Dean explains and then shrugs awkwardly in the end.

Castiel raises both eyebrows and then nods. He has a tiny smile on his face and Dean feels himself smiling, when he thinks about Robin. He regrets that he never took her out for the school dance, since John and Sammy came back early. Otherwise, he doesn’t regret anything at all.

“That sounds pleasurable.” Castiel answers and Dean snorts. One word for it, even though Dean didn’t go to the next base with her. He shakes his head.

“Yeah, after that, there was Cassie. First girl I told about the hunting. She didn’t believe me.” Dean says shortly, because he doesn’t really want to talk about her. It somehow still hurts, since there was a time, when he had thought… doesn’t matter now.

“I like the name.” Castiel says and he is grinning. Dean actually laughs loudly and claps Castiel on the shoulder. Lately his angel is a lot better with jokes.

“Do you want me to call you Cassie from now on?” Dean asks and he waggles his eyebrows. Castiel is smiling beautifully, but he is also shaking his head. Dean winks at him for good measure.

“No thank you, Dean.” Castiel says, as serious as he can, while he is still grinning. Dean is still not really used to this smile, but it looks good on Castiel. He should have fun like this more often. Dean leans back in his seat.

“And then there was Lisa… right?” Castiel asks and Dean nods shortly. If he doesn’t really want to talk about Cassie, there would be no way he’d want to start talking about Lisa again. She and Ben are so much better of without him.

“Yeah.” Dean just offers and Castiel seems to feel how awkward Dean feels to talk about this. While he knows now… that he was in love with those girls, each was a different form of love. Robin, being the first crush, Cassie, the first ‘coming home’ and Lisa, the comfort and family he always wanted.

Silly, that he found all of this in a new person now.

“Anna?” Castiel asks quietly and Dean shakes his head. Oh god. No, the thing with Anna, well it had felt good. But he wouldn’t call it love.

“Nah. That wasn’t… love.” Dean says carefully, since Anna is in a weird way Castiel’s sister. But Castiel looks more relieved, than angry.

“I envy humans for falling in love.” Castiel says quietly and Dean’s head snaps up. He doesn’t really understand what Castiel wants to say with that.

“You never fell in love before?” Dean says and somehow his heart squeezes awfully in his chest. Maybe Castiel fell in love with the concept of humanity but not with a human himself. Dean rubs over his chest and watches Castiel carefully.

“Oh, I did.” Castiel just says and then just looks back to the TV. Dean is still trying to process Castiel’s statement. What? And then Castiel didn’t tell him or Sam that?

“Care to elaborate?” Dean asks and it sounds way more gruff, than he intended to. He feels betrayed and he knows it’s not fair, because as a best friend he should know this stuff and be happy for Castiel. Instead he feels jealous. Angry. Hurt.

“When god created us, we weren’t like you humans. We weren’t meant to fall in love. It doesn’t happen to us as often, as it does to you. But sometimes… sometimes you would hear colorful stories about an angel, who fell in love with a human, even though it was forbidden.” Castiel explains and he automatically looks up at the ceiling. Dean knows how much he misses heaven.

“And you did?” Dean asks again and Castiel sighs. He nods and then looks at his hands in his lap. Doesn’t seem like he is really happy about it.

“Years ago.” Castiel admits and Dean swallows. Right. Castiel is million years old, for sure some time there would’ve been a human he fell in love with.

“But? She didn’t like you?” Dean asks and Castiel shrugs.

“It wasn’t a woman.” Castiel just says and then he gets up. For a moment Dean believes Castiel will just leave him like that, but instead the angel goes to the fridge and takes out another bottle of beer. He offers it to Dean, who is still playing with his empty one.

“So, you like guys or what?” Dean says and his laugh sounds so fake, even to his own ears. Dean is still bad at admitting to other people that he is bi himself. He made peace with this ages ago, but around other people he is still wary. Only Charlie really knew.

“Gender doesn’t matter to me, Dean.” Castiel says and Dean nods. Yeah right. Strictly speaking, Castiel didn’t have a gender anway. Just his vessel is male. Sometimes Dean wonders, if it would’ve made a difference, if Castiel had had a different vessel.. Maybe then he would’ve asked him out.

But then again, Castiel would still be an angel and out of Dean’s league. An angel who already loves someone else. Dean coughs slightly.

“So then, tell me about your...love. Why do you like him out of all people, if you could have anyone?” Dean presses out and he doesn’t even know why he says that. Seems like he does love torture. Torturing himself. Dean leans even more back in the couch, to be ready for another heartbreak.

“There are many reasons. I fell in love with his eyes, every single time he looks into mine. Sometimes I get so lost in his eyes, that I can’t focus on anything else.” Castiel admits and he looks at Dean, just for a second.

Dean frowns.

“He undresses you with his eyes, huh?” Dean tries to grin, but he isn’t sure, if it actually looks like a smile. It feels more like a grimace. He kinda wants to smack the guy for staring at his angel.

“Sometimes it feels like it.” Castiel says and he laughs a bit. Dean blushes, he hopes that Castiel doesn’t see how he sometimes undresses him.

Dammit.

“Gross.” Dean presses out and Castiel chuckles.

“I fell in love with the way he smiles, when he thinks nobody’s watching.” Castiel continues and Dean nods. He knows what that's like. Every so often, when Castiel is with them on a hunt, Dean watches him, smiling at a flower or some bees. Every single time he feels as if he is falling in love with Castiel again.

“So, he is really good looking, hm?” Dean wants to know and Castiel winks at him.

“He is, but that’s not what I love the most about him. Sometimes I feel like he knows how good he looks and he plays with it. Other times he feels insecure.” Castiel explains and Dean automatically sucks in his stomach.

He understands that guy. Normally Dean feels good in his body too… but sometimes he eats too much pie and only realizes later, how his tummy looks.

“What makes him so special, then?” Dean asks anyway and he takes another sip of his beer. He deserves this comfort now.

“I fell in love with his commitment for his work, the way he puts his heart into every task.” Castiel says and Dean raises his eyebrows. Seems like the guy has some serious problems with his work. Maybe he should take a break, if he does so much for every single task.

“Workaholic?” Dean asks and Castiel snorts.

“Yeah, you could say that. I wish he would take breaks more often, because he really deserves them, but he never does.” Castiel explains and Dean is lost in his own thoughts again. He kinda feels overworked as well. Maybe he should seriously think about a nice little vacation. Take Sammy with him and Castiel and… his boyfriend?

“Maybe you need to force him.” Dean says quietly and looks back at the TV. The show is over by now, but he is glad that there is some noise in the background.

“Yes, but I also fell in love with the way he takes care of his family. He puts everyone else’s needs and wellbeing over his own.” Castiel says and this time he looks at Dean while saying it. Dean can’t look away for a second.

“Family is important.” Dean chokes out and Castiel nods.

“And it doesn’t end in blood. You taught me that, Dean. I will never forget that. I always thought I had a family in heaven, but turns out, my family is right here. In a bunker.” Castiel says and he says it so determined, that Dean feels the need to confirm it.

“Yeah. You’re family, Cas.” Dean whispers. He had the thought more than once, that he wishes for Castiel to be more than family. Dean never imagined that there could be someone more important than Sam, but Castiel changed that. Dean looks away.

“I fell in love with his love for music. He likes classic rock and when he sings along to his favorite songs I feel like I never left heaven.” Castiel says and this time it’s a lot quieter. Dean doesn’t dare to look at him.

“Classic rock hm? Sounds more like my dream guy.” Dean answers and he doesn’t even realize, that Castiel gasps at him. Dean would never admit that out loud, but he actually doesn’t care what kind of music Castiel likes. Sure, he made him that mixtape and whenever he hears that Castiel listens to it, his heart beats a lot faster.

But, even if Castiel hated the music, that would be okay, too.

“I do believe you’d like him.” Castiel chuckles then and Dean shrugs with his left shoulder. Well he would pretend to like the guy, if he is that important to Castiel. He would still hate him for stealing his angel from him.

“Maybe.” Dean simply says, since he doesn’t want to fight with Castiel over this. He wishes he never made Castiel talk about his crush. This sucks a lot.

“I fell in love with his love for his car, how he treats her as his most precious possession.” Castiel continues and this time Dean frowns. These are actually a lot of coincidences. If he didn’t know better, he would think…

Dean shakes his head.

“Yeah? Is his car prettier than Baby?” Dean answers and Castiel shakes his head.

“No, I don’t think there exists a car more beautiful than Baby.” Castiel says and Dean nods. Damn right. At least he would be the winner in this kind of race. He wouldn’t get Castiel, but nobody comes even close to his Baby.

“Exactly.” Dean says proudly and Castiel snorts.

“Well, maybe my car comes close?” Castiel tries and Dean gasps loudly. Rude! Dean even leans closer and punches Castiel against the shoulder, even if it doesn’t hurt the angel at all. He needs to know that he can’t say those lies out loud.

“No way. Your pimpmobile is not even on the same planet!” Dean says and Castiel is laughing for real this time. Dean kinda wants to lean even closer and stop Castiel’s laughter with his own mouth.

“Fine. What else can I say? I fell in love with his obsession with old westerns and bad horror movies. Oh, and don’t get me started on his love for pie.” Castiel says and Dean is still so close, watching him.

Dean opens his mouth and closes it again. Castiel licks his lips.

“Pie?” Dean mouths and Castiel nods. Dean’s whole body feels as if it’s on fire. The blush is back on his face and Castiel’s gaze focuses on his cheeks. Dean wants to believe it’s because Castiel tries to count his freckles.

“Yeah, there is nothing he loves more.” Castiel answers and Dean shakes his head. He understands now, but he is still a bit unsure. Is Castiel really serious about this or is he making a joke?

“I bet there is someone he loves more.” Dean whispers and Castiel’s blue eyes widen a bit at that. Dean smiles a bit shyly, seems like Castiel is really talking about him. Dean wants to jump up and scream it into the world. He wants to sit on Castiel’s lap and stay there forever.

He doesn’t do anything. He waits.

“M-maybe you are right.” Castiel says and he stutters, when Dean looks down at his lips. Dean can’t help it and he feels better now that Castiel also seems a bit shy about it.

“I feel like I am. He could never resist you. He loves you way too much for that.” Dean says and while it’s not the confession he had dreamed of, he needs Castiel to understand this. Dean needs him too. Dean loves him too.

“I hope so.” Castiel says and he carefully puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder. Dean frowns. What is Castiel doing? But Castiel just keeps looking at him.

“What else made you fall in love with him?” Dean whispers and this time Castiel presses down on his upper arm. Right where his mark used to be.

“I fell in love with his soul, the very moment I gripped him tight and raised him from perdition.” Castiel whispers.

Dean kisses him.

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wndamaximov · 5 years

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I’m so sorry that this took so long to get up! It’s been a crazy last couple of months for me. Anyway, enough about me, here are all the amazing submissions everyone has sent in:

“For once in my life I don’t have to try to be happy. When I’m with you it just happens.“ - @demoninflannel Against All Odds (Dean x Reader)

“I’ve fallen in love many times…but always with you.”- @notfunnydean (Destiel)

“What do you remember about that day?”- @queen-charlie-spnfam (Destiel)

“ You are the one I can’t live without. It would kill me to lose you.” - @tonystarkjr (Winteriron)

“Ever since I saw you in that crap car, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” - @jojowing (Destiel)

“If you leave now, you lose everything!” - @cross-roads-blues Leaving You Is Loving You (Destiel)

“No matter what has happened, no matter what you’ve done, and no matter what you will do… I will always love you- I swear it.” - @thenougatking-jack (Destiel)

“Put the turkey down.”- @freshly-painted-duck (Destiel)

“Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon.”- @gold-titanium-tony Frappe and Capture (Winteriron)

“I learned that from the pizza man.” - @ashley-unicorn Pizza Man (Castiel x Reader)

If you participated in the challenge, please reblog this post to spread all the amazing work that everyone has created. Thank you!

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cross-roads-blues · 5 years

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Leaving You Is Loving You

This is my late submission for @huntersociopathavenger‘s writing challenge and I’m so sorry this is late and I really hope you like it! <3 <3 <3

Prompt: “If you leave now, you lose everything!”

Warnings: Angst, Torture, Hurt

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Break Ups

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

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Castiel groaned as one of the angels flung him against the wall. He promptly sliced the attacker with his angel blade, not doing much harm, however and proceeded to punch the angel in the face, breaking free from his bond. Just as he was making his final break out of the tavern, which inadvertently became a battlefield between him and a faction of rogue angels with apparent orders to capture him, somebody hit him bluntly on the back of his head and somebody’s foreign grace encompassed his mind, sedating him. He blacked out, even before his body hit the floor.

He woke up because of pain and because of a rough female voice calling out his name. The angel blinked and slowly opened his eyes adjusting to the light. After a quick look around the room the angel concluded that he was held in some sort of basement with grey featureless walls and floor and something looking suspiciously like a blood stain in one of the corners. In front of him was a metal door with scratched surface and on his right was a big, what he assumed to be window, which was now covered by dirty used-to-be-beige blinds. The angel himself was chained to a chair with iron chains with angel-binding sigils etched into them. Castiel sighed. Captured, yet again.

“Castiel!” Rough female voice returned and now Castiel was sure that it wasn’t a hallucination. Someone very real was standing behind him and calling out his name.

“That… that would be me,” coughed out angel.

“I damn well know it’s you.” Castiel heard high heels clacking on the floor behind him and soon a woman walked out from behind him. She was wearing a grey striped pant suit with slightly unbuttoned blue shirt and she appeared to be in her mid fifties.

“My name is Dina,” she said as she knelt beside him to be at eye level with him.

“Angel, I presume,” noted Castiel.

Dina nodded. “A pathetic one, I should say. Weakened, with no wings, stranded on Earth. And who’s fault is that?” With a hoarse laugh, Dina stared into Castiel’s eyes.

The angel furrowed his brows and exhaled irritatedly. “Is this about the Fall? That was a year ago and I think we established that I didn’t make the angels fall! And Heaven is open, by the way!”

Dina laughed again and her laugh sounded rotten. “What’s up there isn’t Heaven. It’s a miserable copy of what was before the Fall.”

“Before the Fall there was a dictatorship!” grunted Castiel, tugging at his restraints.

“And that's how it was meant to be!” through her teeth spit out Dina, every word fizzling with venom.

“Well, what do you want from me now?” yelled Castiel.

Dina narrowed her eyes. “I want the names of every angel and their vessel that is running things up there. I want to know my targets and I’m sure you know all of them. And I want to know where you base your operations on Earth.”

“And why would you think I will just give it to you?” hissed the angel, furrowing his brows.

Dima gave him a weird look and smiled slyly. “I have ways to make you comply.”

“What do you-“

With one quick movement Dina opened the blinds on the window, revealing a window behind it.

“Oh no…” gasped the angel as he perceived what was behind the window. Behind the window was Dean, tied to a chair, just as he was, but Dean was already covered in blood and bruises. He was tortured, with horror realised the angel. Castiel gagged.

“I presume you two know each other,” in a sweet song-alike tone murmured Dina just above his right ear.

“You…” Castiel found himself speechless. Everything inside him screamed. Dean was hurt because of him. For the first time in years he found it hard to breathe.

“He has nothing to do with this.” Castiel saw red.

Dina laughed. “Why of course he does. I need your precious boyfriend-” Dina raised her eyebrows, noticing Castiel’s confused face “-oh yes, everyone’s aware of your connection - to make you talk.”

Castiel squinted his eyes shut for a second. “Dina, don’t do this, we can work it out-”

He was interrupted by the sight of another angel entering the room with Dean and slicing his cheek with knife. The angel moved so fast that Castiel didn’t even have time to say anything. He didn’t hear Dean’s cry of pain, but he definitely saw Dean’s brows shoot up and hunter’s eys squinting shut, as Dean flinched. Castiel wondered whether the angels even told Dean why they were hurting him… or whether he will have to tell Dean later once all of this was over.

“And you know what, Castiel? He knows exactly that we’re cutting, stabbing and punching him because his boyfriend wouldn’t spill the tea,” off-handedly mentioned Dina from somewhere behind Castiel.

“Let him go. You have me,” grunted Castiel.

“I have the box, to which he-” Dina gestured towards the window, “-is the key. It is known that you will do anything for the Winchesters, especially for the older one. Such a cute couple you are. So what it’s gonna be, Castiel? We got a deal?”

Castiel was on the verge of spilling all information just for Dean to be let go. And he realised that it was incredibly egotistical and selfish of him, to sacrifice everything for one person, but he couldn’t have it any other way. It was Dean.

And then something almost magical happened. Just as Castiel opened his mouth to agree to Dina’s demands, he felt a small crack in the right handcuff. Acting in a split second, Castiel pulled his hand up and to his right, breaking free of the bond, taking Dina by surprise. He dodged her attack with a blade and flung her against the wall, and considered charging on her but then realised that the angels might kill Dean if he kills Dina so instead he leapt up, crashing through the window into the room Dean was kept in, slamming the angel guarding him into the door, stealing his blade and effectively killing him with it. He then rushed to barely conscious Dean, hurriedly untying his wrists before Dina regained her strength.

“Cas?” mumbled Dean, trying to get up.

“I’m so sorry, baby, “ muttered Castiel, scooping Dean up and rushing out of the room onto the staircase. An angel charged in on them, but Castiel quickly deflected his attack and stabbed him with an angel blade. Castiel ran as fast as he possibly could up the stairs, holding Dean’s unconscious body in his hands. Slamming on the metal door at the end of the staircase, Castiel found himself in the dark alley behind a towering building. Castiel glanced back and saw Dina two more angels rushing after him. Being careful not to accidentally hurt Dean, he cradled him closer and decided to make a run for it. Around the building there was an old pick-up truck, and Castiel, without much hesitation, rushed towards it. Castiel thanked all deities and cosmic beings that it wasn’t locked, put Dean into the backseat, taking off his trenchcoat in the process and stuffing it under Dean’s head and himself got into the driver’s seat. Putting what Dean had taught him to use, he hot wired the truck with shaking hands and slammed the gas pedal. The angel breathing became rapid and shallow as he tried to steady out his hands on the wheel. Making a sharp turn, he drove the truck out of the alley, as the wheels gave out a cringy screeching sound and the saloon filled with smell of burnt rubber. Castiel clenched his jaw and hit the gas pedal once more, as he drove the track through the crammed roads, fenced by askew buildings from both sides, towards the main road. He didn’t stop until he was at least 10 kilometres away. He pulled over, glancing back to make sure he wasn’t being followed and rushed outside and opened the backseat. Dean was still unconscious, so Castiel carefully placed a hand on his forehead, brushing outside unruly dirty blonde hair and commanded his grace to flow through and fix the damage done to the hunter. After a couple of seconds, Dean’s eyes flung open, as he inhaled deeply and woke up.

“Cas?” he said, grabbing onto the angel for support and sitting up.

“Yeah,” shortly said the angel, helping Dean to get into the passenger’s seat of the truck.

“Son of a bitch grabbed me from back entrance of the diner,” grumbled the hunter, as Castiel got into the driver’s seat. “Thanks for healing me up by the way.”

“Dean,” tiredly said Castiel, turning to face the hunter, “I’m so sorry. They did such horrible things to you and all because of me.”

The hunter gave Castiel an exhausted smile. “It’s fine. I’ve been through worse. Plus, you saved me. That’s what matters.”

Castiel lingered for a second, then pulled Dean closer and wrapped his arms around the hunter, leaning in for a kiss. Dean’s lips still tasted a bit metallic from blood, but Castiel didn’t care. He was just glad Dean was okay and that Dean was still even willing to be with him after all the torture he endured because of Castiel. And in that moment, it hit him. Castiel realised what exactly he had to do in order to keep his hunter safe.

“This was never going to work,” mused Castiel, sitting alone in a featureless 2004 Toyota Corolla. His Lincoln was very recognisable and Castiel decided that would like to go unnoticed for this. He stared at the nameless motel in front of him with nothing to distinguish it from other building other than a neon red sign. It’s been two days since Dean’s abduction and near death and the angel spent those two days in conflicted thoughts. He concluded that there was no other way and he had to do what he had to do. That’s why in that morning he was sitting in front of that motel, about to make perhaps the hardest choice in his life.

A door of the motel flung open, tearing angel out of his train of thought and he saw Sam leaving in his tracksuit for his usual 5 am jog. Rising sun was playing on the windows of the motel, as the younger Winchester made his way down to the street, not noticing Castiel. The brothers were on a case, so Sam shifted in his usual case-routine: after his jog, he would probably go the closest food joint, grab a salat for him and a sandwich for Dean, and surf the web for research on the case until Dean would show up at the diner. Which means Castiel had an hour at most alone with Dean.

Castiel waited for Sam to leave the parking of motel and got out of the car. He exhaled and on shaking legs walked towards the door of the motel. He hesitated at the door for a brief moment, but proceeded to knock twice. Better now than later.

“Who’s there?” hoarsely and rather angrily replied the older Winchester from behind the door.

“It’s me. Castiel,” replied the angel.

The door creaked as the hunter with a sleepy glare stuck his head outside. “What are you doing here, sugar? I thought you were still sorting it out in Heaven.”

“I uh- We need to talk.” Castiel made his way inside motel room, noting that the flannel the hunter threw on to open the door was still unbuttoned.

“Of course, Cas, what about?” Dean beckoned the angel in, wrapping his arms around him in the process and kissing the angel on the cheek. Castiel felt his heart plunge, because he knew what he had to do and that made every cell inside him ache.

“It’s about our relationship.”

Dean furrowed his brows, casting a concerned look at the angel, as he headed to the night table and grabbed a half finished bottle of beer from there. “What is it, buttercup?” he said, settling on the bed.

The angel inhaled deeply and decided that it was for the better good. “Dean… What was between us… That could never work. We could never work.”

Dean froze. “What do you mean? Is it- is it something I did?”

Castiel swallowed a traitorous lump in his throat. “No, Dean-”

“Then I wasn’t enough for you? Is that it, Cas? I wasn’t good enough?” The hunter stood up and started pacing in circles around the motel room.

Castiel caught him by his shoulders and pulled him close. “You were more than enough, but-”

“I’m not your type?” Dean shook his head in confusion, furrowing his brows. He exhaled slowly, collecting himself and closing his eyes for a second. “Where did I go wrong?”

Castiel bit his lip. Everything inside him hurt. Dean’s eyes were becoming wet and seeing the hunter cry over something that wasn’t his fault, but was Castiel’s made the angel want to disappear. “You didn’t,” said Castiel, finally managing to get the words back under control.

“Then why are you saying that you have to go?” Dean tried to wrap his arms around the angel, but the latter one pulled away.

“Because look where it got us!” Castiel abstractly waved his hand around the room.

“I don’t understand-”

“You were nearly killed because of me! Our- our relationship, our bond that we share, it’s a- it’s a, a…” The angel stuttered, looking for the right way to put it, but Dean was quicker than him to catch on to his train of thought.

“A liability.” The word sounded like a stone thrown at a glass wall, shuttering it in pieces. “I’m a liability.”

Castiel’s lips narrowed into a thin straight line. “They were using you as leverage.”

“And you’re scared that next time we won’t be so lucky and we wouldn’t break out and you would actually have to give them what they want in exchange for me?” It was Dean now who stepped back.

“No-” The hunter didn’t let Castiel finish.

“And you can’t have that, can you?”

“That’s not what I meant-” tried to intervene the angel, but Dean wasn’t listening, as he was back to pacing around the room.

“Hell, it makes sense,” he mumbled on his way, not stopping moving for a second, “You’re fighting a friggin’ civil war, and giving out info every time I get captured is- is- is bad strategy!”

“It’s not what I meant!” yelled angel to interrupt Dean, who stopped dead in his tracks and gave the angel a weird long look.

“Then what did you mean?” he asked in a contemplative, alienated way, that was so unusual for Castiel to hear.

“You could get killed,” quietly said the angel, sitting down on the bed.

“Because they would fail to get what they want from you and they would actually proceed to their threats?” Dean’s forehead covered with tiny droplets of sweat, as he ran his hand through his hair.

“You’re twisting my words again, Dean. They might kill you just to… prove a point to me, without even asking for anything in return.”

“Is that so?” Dean collapsed in the chair, opposite Castiel.

Castiel furrowed his brows with a tilt of his head. “Of course it is!” he said in a raised tone, standing up. “I would give everything-” he emphasized this word with a rise in his voice- “for you. There isn’t a thing that I wouldn’t do for you.”

Dean blinked slowly, processing angel’s words. Then, he slowly rose from the chair and stood next to Castiel, stood painfully close, stood as if preparing for the kiss, which wouldn’t happen now, thanks to Castiel.

“Then stay. Stay for me. Don’t go,” finally said the hunter, with tears in his eyes and Castiel felt his grace rushing painfully through every inch of his body, feeling his body ache with pain that was non-existent, but it didn’t make it feel any less real.

“I can’t do that, Dean,” softly said the angel, as he started walking towards the door. “They would never stop coming for you,” he said on his way out of the motel room.

The angel opened the door, letting a large current of wind flowing into the room, sending papers flying all around the room. He didn’t notice that the weather worsened during his talk with Dean, that it was raining outside. Growls of thunder filled the room, as Castiel’s trenchcoat flew behind him almost like a cape.

“If you leave now, you lose everything!” yelled Dean, trying to be louder than the thunder. “You hear me, Cas? Everything!”

The angiel tilted his head and looked back just for a second, trying to etch Dean’s face into his memory. “I’m sorry.”

The door shut behind the angel.

Outside was storming. Castiel spied Sam returning early from his jog and hurried to the car. Sam already noticed him, but the angel was faster. He started his car and drove by completely confused Sam, who shouted something at him, but Castiel ignored him.

He didn’t stop until he was 50 miles away from that motel. He nearly got into an accident at least twice during his voyage. Stopping his car in the middle of nowhere, Castiel got out of the vehicle and sat on the hood of the car, not paying any attention to heavy rain. And in that moment he discovered something new about his species, something he was unaware for at least billions of years. He didn’t know angels could cry.

Dean sighed, inhaled and stepped down from the porch of the bar he spent last hour in. Sam was in the motel, doing research on the case they’d been working for the last 2 days and Dean was intending to join him, maybe after going for a quick drive. It was raining, and even though Dean usually liked rain, it helped him think, he had grown to hate it as it was reminding him of that early morning 5 months ago. Dean cringed at the memory and headed towards the Impala, kicking up gravel on the ground. He was just reaching out for the key in his pocket, when somebody hit him with something heavy on the side of his head, effectively knocking him out.

Dean came to his senses in a grey featureless and familiar basement. If his head wasn’t pounding like a thousand devils had partied in there, he might have even rolled his eyes.

“You guys are dicks,” he shouted out to nobody in particular.

He was partially angry at himself, getting captured twice by the same captors felt embarrassing. And the other half of him that wasn’t screaming with frustration was screaming with fear, with anticipation of pain. Pain he didn’t deserve, pain he could do nothing to stop.

Abruptly he heard the squeaky sound of the door behind him opening. Slow clicking of heels on the stone floor did nothing to relieve Dean’s fear and aggravated his anger. He remembered too damn well who was the owner of the footsteps.

“Hey Dean,” said Dina in a soft voice as she appeared from his right and knelt beside him. In her hand she was holding an angel blade and in her other hand to Dean’s horror there was a small hammer. Behind her two angels in suits appeared, moving silently like snakes. Dean felt himself shiver.

“I don’t know if you got the memo, but I haven’t seen Cas for 5 months now,” said Dean, trying to make his voice sound the usual level of snarkiness and confidence, despite growing panic in his chest.

Dina smirked. “I haven’t seen him in 5 months either. But it’s not him that is the reason for this.”

She stood up and slowly started to circle around Dean, the sound of her high heels echoing around the room. “At this point I just wanna murder you for purely selfish reasons. I’m tired of chasing cold leads. Might as well get me some entertainment in between. Plus your death might attract our wayward angel,” she murmured as she slid her finger across the edge of the angel blade.

Dean felt everything inside him squirm. It wasn’t the first time Dean was threatened with death, but this time, the bad guy seemed done with monologuing way before someone could swoop in and fix the situation. Abruptly the floor beneath Dean’s fit trembled. Dean, torn out of his thoughts cast a concerned look at Dina. “Is this you or should we be worried?”

Dina furrowed her brows but didn’t reply, just motioned to two other angels to check it out. As they headed towards the door, a force threw them back into the walls, as the door flung open. Light bulbs burst into millions pieces, as the entire room went into darkness and shook one more time with a growl of thunder. Dean heard a slight clinking of metal, as a small ray of light reflected on Dina’s now bared angel blade. The room was deadly silent.

“Show yourself!” yelled Dina. “No need to fight in the dark like cowards!”

“Very well,” said a quiet hoarse voice, a voice that Dean would recognise from millions.

As the lightning lit up the room, a pair of magnificent - damaged, but magnificent - wings appeared on the wall, as Castiel emerged from the darkness. His eyes were glowing blue, so bright that it was almost blinding and his trenchcoat was flying behind him in the wind.

“Make a move and I’ll kill him,” hissed Dina, holding a blade to Dean’s throat. Dean felt the coldness of metal just below his chin as he tried to lean back away from the blade.

“No, you won’t,” calmly said Castiel.

Dean felt the blade clatter into his lap, as Dina lit up from inside out and a soft sound of a blade entering flesh was heard. As the corpse of the angel collapsed on the floor, Sam, who apparently was the one to kill Dina, rushed to Dean from behind and started untying his wrists. “God, Dean, are you okay?” Sam hurriedly freed Dean’ right wrist

“Yeah, she didn’t even have time to touch me, you guys came on time,” grunted Dean, as he with Sam’s assistance freed his left wrist.

“Phew, thank god.” Sam helped Dean up and they started to head towards the door, when Dean stopped dead in his tracks.

“Where is Cas? How did he leave so quickly?” muttered Dean, gazing around the room.

Sam hesitated with the answer. “When you didn’t show up at the motel til morning, I called him to help me get you back. He agreed, but said that he wouldn’t stick around afterwards.”

Dean rubbed the nape of his neck. “Gone with the wind,” muttered the older hunter.

Sam furrowed his brows and gave his brother a concerned look. “Dean-”

“Tsh! Don’t say it, I’m fine. Let’s just go,” sharply said Dean and opened the door, pushing aside the corpses of angels with burnt-out eyes.

Dean woke up in the middle of the night. No wonder, he slept terribly after he was the only one in the bed. It took him around an hour to fall asleep after he and Sam returned to the motel near which Dean was kidnapped. They had taken two separate rooms on that trip due to having some… disagreements on their way there, so there was nothing and nobody to distract him and that fueled his insomnia. Dean sighed and stared at the ceiling, when he noticed something with side-vision. A figure, a painfully familiar figure, was sitting on the bedside near him.

“Cas?” sleepily grunted the hunter, recognising the blue eyes that shone bright even in the dark. “You came back.” The angel flinched, taken by surprise by Dean’s awakening.

“I wasn’t- I was just-” Castiel hurriedly got up and headed outside of the door.

“Wait,” called out Dean behind him. “Don’t go just yet.”

Castiel stopped. His shoulders flinched, as he hesitantly turned around and slowly walked back, perching himself up on the very edge of the bed. “Yes?” asked the angel in a tired tone, with a slight voice break in the middle.

‘You were right, they did try to kill me,” said Dean, not knowing how to start the talk, but not willing to let the angel go just yet. He wasn’t angry at the Castiel, deep inside he knew exactly what the angel meant when he said that it was dangerous for them to be together. And the angel did turn out to be right after all.

“I’m usually right.” Castiel avoided eye contact with the hunter. Nothing was heard in the room for the next couple of seconds.

“And you came and saved me,” continued his sentence Dean. His mind became clearer and clearer, sleep fading away.

“Well, me and Sam came and saved you. It wasn’t just me-,” said Castiel, furrowing his brows and slightly narrowing his eyes.

“Not my point,” cut him off Dean. “Cas,-” Dean grabbed the angel’s hand, making the latter one focus his attention on him, “-this is exactly what I was talking about. Any connections in this line of the work are a risk and we are liabilities for each other and the bad guys know it, but we get over it every time. And Cas, I need you.” Dean’s green eyes became slightly wet. “I need you so frigging much. These last 5 months been hell without you. And I can’t live without you. And you know what, Cas? I’d die for you any day. Because I know you’d do the same. So if you want to go, go. But just know that, what I went through today? I’ll go through worse for you.”

Castiel exhaled loudly and sat on the bed near Dean. “Dean-”

“No, Cas, I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t wanna hear the “they’ll never stop coming for you” speech again. Because I damn well know they won’t. But I’ll choose life with you over anything. So if you decide to come back, I’ll welcome you.”

Castiel hesitatingly looked directly at Dean for the first time since the hunter woke up. “I just want you to be safe, Dean.”

“And I just want to be with you. And I am not going to let you walk away another time,” shortly said Dean and patted the bed near him. “Come here.”

Castiel’s eyes lit up. “Dean, I’m so sorry. This should’ve been your choice-”

“Shh,” stopped him Dean, “Don’t apologise. You did what you did for me. Now come here.”

Castiel lingered for a second but then with a smile took off his trench coat, pants and blazer, throwing them in the corner of the room and climbed under the sheets with Dean.

“Thank you,” murmured Castiel as he threw his arm over Dean, feeling familiar warmness beside him. Maybe their relationship was dangerous. Maybe they were liabilities for each other. Maybe they were constantly risking anything. But in that moment Castiel felt like he was the happiest angel to ever exist in any dimension. And he made a silent vow to himself to not throw it all away.

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oskarwing · 5 years

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Ever since I saw you in that crap car, I couldn’t stop thinking about you

Work at Bobby’s garage is great. He's surrounded by cars of different varieties and he has all the money he needs and then some to send to Sam every month.

Of course, little brother doesn't like that at all. Dean stopped counting all the times Sammy explained to him that he doesn't need the money because he has a scholarship and a job which makes enough money. Dean’s always brushing that off. Sam’s in college and college kids should get financially supported by their families (“By their parents, Dean. Not their siblings.”) and Dean is the only family Sam has left so, of course, he'll take care of it, like he’s always been taking care of Sammy.

Also, it wasn't long until Sam was a rich lawyer anyway. Then Dean would be able to use the money for himself, maybe buy a TV rather than watch every show or movie on the laptop Sam had gotten him for Christmas once even though he had told him that he didn't really need anything like that. It’s pretty neat though and Dean gets himself a Netflix subscription every time he has a vacation. He still thinks Sammy shouldn't have bought him the thing. He can use his phone the same way after all. But Sam had told him to shut up and accept a good thing for once. At the end that was what Dean did but only if Sammy also accept the nice things he was giving him, meaning the money every month.

Which is why he is so glad that Bobby is providing him work at the garage. It isn't only a way to get money but also work he really enjoys. He always loved cars and working on them is great. Maybe it isn't his dream job exactly but he never really had one in the first place he thinks. So working at Bobby’s is good enough.

One thing that is also amazing is learning about all these elderly car owners who always come in with a history lesson on their cars. It’s a lot of fun giving old Mrs. Ransom's well kept VW beetle - which she’d been driving since it was a new car - an oil change and listening to all the adventures she’d had in it. “Back then it meant huge independence for me, you know?” she tells him this afternoon. “I bought it from the money I made at my first job, after I saved up on it for a bit and I wouldn’t have given up on it for anything. Not even for my husband, who thought we didn’t need two cars and wanted to just keep his. But you have to understand that this car is mine. In every way you know? I wouldn’t give it up for anything. His car broke really soon after we fought about it anyway, so we kept mine… he cursed about it until the day he died… oh honey, I’m sorry I’ve been talking your ear off again haven’t I?”

Dean shakes his head. “It’s okay Ma’am, you know I love listening to you talking about the good old times while I’m working.” The old lady smiles. “And what a good listener you are,” she tells him and when she pays she gives him fifteen dollars more than she needs to and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Buy something nice for yourself for it. Or for someone special, okay?” she tells him in a tone that says he better accept the money. And he does. He thinks about using it as a way to buy a nice birthday present for Sam, spring is coming fast now and with spring Sam's birthday in early May isn't that far off.

Maybe he can buy Sammy a new phone if he starts saving money for it now. He knows his little brother has problems with his old one at the moment. So, a phone is a good investment he guesses.

While he's still thinking about what to do with the money he hears a new car arrive. The motor is rattling and the car is already sounding bad. It’s even worse when he sees it. It wasn’t a nice car, to begin with, Dean thinks but whoever the owner is must not give a care about the poor thing because it’s not only dirty and clearly not cared for very well it’s also full of scratches and the varnish (a pale brown as far as he can tell) is flaking giving a free sight onto rusting metal. There are also a few big dents in the car and Dean starts to think about what kind of accident could have caused these.

He walks over to the crab car to tell the owner that this is not a junkyard and he doesn’t think they’ll be able to fix that rolling catastrophe, biting his lip as he moves towards it. The car door opens slowly and the driver gets out of the car. Dean stops on his way.

This guy is definitely not who he expected. What he expected was some kind of slimy pimp type who looked like he didn’t care about his hygiene just as well as he did about his car. The guy getting out of the car doesn’t look like that at all. He’s light-skinned with messy dark hair, wearing a beige trench coat over a suit and he’s very attractive as well.

He looks at Dean. “Hello. Do you work here?” he asks him. Dean nods, not wanting to tell the car owner off anymore. “I… I think there’s something wrong with my car.” He thinks? There’s no possible way anyone could think that there was anything right with that car. “Uh seems like it,” Dean says. “That’s why people normally come here. What’s your problem?” “There’s some kind of rattling going on in the motor and sometimes it just stops while I’m on the road.”

“Alright. Understood.” He probably won’t get any more out of the guy, he really doesn’t seem to know much about cars. Or anything really.

“I’ll look into the motor and we’ll see what we can do with it…” he tells the car owner and the man looks relieved. “Thank you,” he says. “I was in four garages already and I was rejected every time… they said I wouldn’t be able to find a place that would fix my car.” “I mean…” Dean sighs. “Look, I can’t promise you any miracles. She does look like she’s been through a lot. But I can try.”

The stranger nods and then frowns a little. “Did you just call my car a she?” he asks. “Uh… yeah, I do that…” Dean bites his tongue. “I… uhm do that with most cars.” “Oh, I understand,” the man says, though he looks like he doesn’t understand at all. “Are all cars females to you then?” “No, I mean… there are male cars too,” he says. Mrs. Ransom’s beetle for example. That’s a male car. “And how do you choose that?” “I dunno. Just comes to me I guess,” Dean shrugs and laughs awkwardly. “My car’s a girl definitely and she’s a good one too.”

Now the stranger is smiling a little. “Can you tell me when it’ll be done?” “I dunno… it really depends on what state it’s in but I’d say at least a few weeks up to a month.” The stranger breathes out deeply. “I mean first I have to look into the motor like I said. Then we’ll know what’s going on really.” “Okay,” the man says and watches Dean expectantly.

He gets to work trying to ignore the way this guy is staring at him while he tests everything. “Alright. I think I need to exchange some things get everything working again but I mean it should take me a month and a half if I can work quickly,” he explains finally The man smiles widely. “Thank you…” Dean grins. “Do you want me to take care of your girl's appearance as well?” He nods. “Will that take longer?” he asks. “Maybe a day or two,” Dean says. “Alright,” the attractive car owner with the unattractive car is okay with getting a slightly more attractive car. Great. “The same color?” Dean asks. “Yes.

Dean nods and takes him to the office so they can discuss payment and make the thing official and he may or may not have been very interested in the name of his new customer (Castiel Novak that's not a name you come by every day) and he tells him he'll call as soon as the car is fixed. Castiel nods and the deal is done. He thanks Dean again for taking care of the car catastrophe and then he's gone.

Now it'll take until Dean fixes the car until he will see him again.

Dean works on the car for the next few weeks. Bobby doesn't really mind it because Castiel's car is the only big thing they got at the moment.

So Dean got a lot of time to spend under and around it thinking about the owner. What a guy. Really. Good looking and nice with just enough weirdness about him to peak Dean's interest without scaring him away. He hums softly while he works and tries to imagine what kinda guy Castiel is. What kind of job does he have? Or is he still in college? He looked young enough to be. When he gets home what is the first thing he does? What is the last thing he does? Does he sometimes think about the awkward mechanic fixing his car? Probably only when he wants to know how long it will take until the car is finally done.

Dean isn’t getting false hopes. He’s merely this guy's car-fixer. Just a secondary character in his life, probably not even that. He probably doesn’t even remember his face. Dean normally wouldn't either but the guy is just something to remember.

Especially his eyes. Gosh. His eyes were wonderful. Dean had only noticed them once he was near the guy. They were a deep blue and he really thought they were amazingly good looking.

This is how Dean spends most of his days for the next few weeks while Bobby works on the other cars that come in sometimes. Dean’s actually getting the car fixed a lot quicker than he thought he would. He has to wait for over a day before he gets the spare parts but when they arrive Dean is back at work every day on Castiel’s car.

One day Bobby calls him out on it. “Boy, you’ve always been a hard-working son of a bitch but you’ve been working on that damned car like a mad man,” Bobby says and looks at him. “You could almost believe it was your own. We both know that it has maybe a few more months to go at best if the owner keeps his attitude towards taking care of it which is obviously none existing.” Dean shrugs. “I guess I really just want to get it done.” “Why did you even accept to fix this thing?” Bobby asks him gruffly. Dean shrugs again. “I dunno…” Bobby eyes him. “Was it the owner?” Dean looks away embarrassed at how easily his employer can read him. “Idjit,” Bobby says but that’s the last thing Dean hears of that discussion.

Dean’s done with the car a week before he told Castiel he would be. He calls him the day after he’s done with his work. “Hello?” the deep voice he remembers so well asks. “Hey Ca… Mr. Novak,” he says feeling his cheeks burning. He’s been calling him Castiel in his head the whole time but he needs to be professional now. “It’s Dean Winchester from Singer’s Garage? Your car is done.” “Already?” Castiel sounds excited. “Yes,” Dean says. “You can pick it up as soon as you have time.” “Oh! That’s great, thank you!” “It’s my job,” Dean says.

Castiel comes to pick up the car the next day. He drives the car to test it (after Dean suggested it) and tells Dean that it’s driving better than when he bought it. Dean doesn’t really find it hard to believe that.

Castiel gives him the pay and just like Mrs. Ransom before adds a few dollars more than he needs to. Dean thanks him and waves when he drives away, thinking about the fact that he probably won’t ever see this attractive and interesting customer again.

At the end of April Dean has enough money to buy Sammy a new phone. He’s been working even harder after Castiel left the car behind trying to get the money together before the 2nd of May.

It’s Mrs. Ransom again who hands him the last few dollars for it. She looks at him questioning. “Are you alright, honey?” He nods. “Yeah…” “Are you sure? You look a little pale,” she tells him. “Yeah, just been working a lot since February,” he shrugs. “Oh is Mr. Singer working you too hard?” she sounds almost angry when she says that. “No, he isn’t… I’ve been just working so I’ll have enough money for my brother’s birthday,” Dean explains. That makes Mrs. Ransom brighten up again. “Oh, sweetie, that’s so nice of you…” She reaches into her pocket and presses fifty dollars into his hands even though she already paid him. “So, this money is for your brother’s birthday but I also want you to use a part of it for yourself, alright?” “Okay,” Dean promises.

So now he’s buying the phone for Sam. Hoping he’ll like it. Dean looks over the smartphones displayed thinking about which one Sam would like the most.

He’s picked out three models when somebody taps his shoulder. Dean turns around and almost drops the phone he’s been looking at when he sees the big blue eyes. He’s been thinking about these eyes while he was fixing the car belonging to the person with these eyes.

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel says and smiles at him softly. “Look Gabriel this is the mechanic who fixed my car,” he tells a small man behind him. Gabriel grins at Dean and wings. “You did a really good job with that car.” “Thanks,” Dean says and grins but looks at his shoes otherwise. “You know what, Cassie, I gotta go and look at those washing machines again...” Gabriel excuses himself. “Oh, alright,” Castiel watches as Gabriel leaves them there. When he’s gone he smiles at Dean again. “I wanted to thank you for the work you did with my car,” he tells him. “It drives amazingly now.” “That’s awesome,” Dean says and grins. “Didn’t think you’d remember me.” Castiel’s eyes get bigger. “Of course I’ll remember you,” he tells him and smiles. “Well, I’m glad your car is working again…” Dean says again. “Me too. Your work was amazing,” he says when he looks at his feet. “I… I actually wanted to ask you a question.” “Yeah?” “Would you maybe like to see me from outside of fixing my car? Like… like on a date?” Dean feels himself blush. “I’d like that.”

In the end, he does use a part of Mrs. Ransom’s money for himself after Sam’s birthday passed. Well for a dinner at least. They eat at an awesome Italian place and they talk for a long time. Dean feels butterflies in his stomach flying loopings. They’re talking about what a great thing it is that they were both in the store and that Cas had recognized him and the courage to walk up to him. “What about you? Did you immediately remember me?” “Yeah…” Dean says and blushes. “I… I actually couldn’t stop thinking about you since I saw you in your car…” Castiel smiles at him and grins a little. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you either. I just wanted to get my car fixed and then I saw you and… I’m guessing sometimes these things just happen.” “I guess so. We gotta thank your car for this.” “Yes, thank god it was so broken.” Dean laughs and looks over at him. “I mean… you gotta take better care of her though. Or she’ll break worse very soon.”

Only a year later Dean’s taking care of Cas’ new car in their driveway.

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tonystarkjr · 5 years

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You are the one I can’t live without

This is for @huntersociopathavenger‘s writer challenge! I really hope you like it! x

Prompt: You are the one I can’t live without. It would kill me to lose you.

Pairing: Winteriron

Warnings: Kidnapping, a bit of violence - nothing too bad, Talking about dying

In the end it was Tony’s fault. It’s always his fault anyway.

“Still no sign of Steve?” Maria asks and Tony shakes his head. It was just another Hydra mission, nothing special, or so Tony thought. So, when Steve had asked him for some backup, Tony had laughed and declined.

And now? Now Rogers was gone for a little over a week.

“Clint and Natasha are looking everywhere, but the Hydra base Steve was trying to defeat is empty.” Sam says quietly and he looks at his lap. Tony swallows, it’s silly to refuse to work on a case with Steve.

But after the so called Civil War, Tony didn’t feel like trusting Steve anymore.. Sure he welcomed the whole team back after some time. Especially since he still had the bad feeling, that out there in space, are worse monsters waiting for them.

Still, if he had known that Steve would be kidnapped, Tony would’ve gone with him without another thought. The team seems still angry with him. The glare alone from Wanda is enough, to make him shudder.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. is still looking.” Tony says quietly, but nobody seems to listen to him anyway. Tony looks to his left, where Bucky is sitting. He looks almost sad, but Tony can also see that there is a lot of anger behind those beautiful eyes.

The last months, Tony had tried to be...well nicer. He and Natasha had apologized to each other and he really thought they were fine. Even Scott and Clint were forgiving and Tony was glad that they spoke normally to him, again.

Wanda was still angry with him and Tony didn’t feel like apologizing either. Steve and Sam were also still wary around him and Tony tried to avoid them most times. Sure he still had Rhodey and Pepper to keep him company, but in the end, it doesn’t feel like it’s the same.

Only Bucky…

Their relationship changed a lot. After freezing Bucky in Wakanda, T’Challa had his little sister working on him. It took a few months, but when Bucky walked through Tony’s Tower the first time, Tony knew he was a different man. There was no winter soldier anymore.

“I declare the meeting closed.” Sam says angrily and before someone can answer him, he gets up and kicks the door close behind him. Tony tries not to shrink even more into his seat.

[Watch out for the cut]

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“I’ll see if I can ask Hank for some help.” Scott mutters quietly, when he gets up and leaves with Wanda as well. They also seem pretty close the last days.

“Hey Buck…” Tony starts and Bucky actually looks at him. He seems tired and Tony’s heart clenches at the sight.

“What?” Bucky asks and Tony knows it’s the stress and his worry for Steve. He knows, that Bucky doesn't hate him. They do have a pretty good relationship since he came back and Tony...loves this. Too much actually.

“Do you wanna...I mean...do you wanna do something later?” Tony asks nervously, because he had missed Bucky the last days. Normally Bucky is always with him in the workshop, but now he searches for Steve, of course.

“What do you mean?” Bucky asks, but his voice sounds rough. Tony swallows dryly and then makes an awkward half shrug. Bucky raises his eyebrows at that, but doesn’t say anything.

“I just thought if you need a break...we could go and have lunch together?” Tony says very quietly and he looks at his fingers, when he says it. Normally Tony loves to talk in front of people. He could do it for days without being tired.

Only in front of people, he...loves, he babbles way too much, or can’t even get one sentence out straight.

“No thanks, I can’t take a break from searching for Steve.” Bucky says and he is already turning around. Tony nods at himself. Yeah. That was really rude of him, he shouldn’t have said that in the first place.

It’s just that Tony misses Bucky. He misses his laugh and his cocky attitude. He misses their shared jokes and especially his hugs. Tony had really thought over the last weeks they became really good friends and maybe one day they would be more.

Seems like he fucked that up spectacularly. Like always.

It’s almost midnight and Tony is still in his workshop when F.R.I.D.A.Y’s alert echos through the room. Tony looks up and rubs over his eyes. He can’t really remember when he slept the last time. Normally Bucky forces him to go to sleep or eat.

“What is happening?” Tony asks a bit bewildered and he rubs the motor oil he was working with, all over his face and white shirt.

“I found Captain Rogers, Sir.” F.R.I.D.A.Y announces and Tony sits up straighter. What? Is he dreaming?

“Where?” Tony asks and he is already out of his chair. He opens up new codes and F.R.I.D.A.Y. shows him a map. Steve is just a few miles away from New York. There seems nothing special about the little town he is in, but Tony wouldn’t question his Al.

“Okay perfect. Fri? I need the nicest suit ready in like 10? Just wanna check on something.” Tony babbles and opens his workshop door. He runs up the stairs and makes it to the living room in record time.

He stops at the door.

“It’s okay Bucky. Everyone needs a break and i’m sure we will find him.” Sam says and he puts an arm around Bucky. Tony’s blood runs cold. His teammates are all sitting there, watching a movie.

Everyone but him.

“It’s just...god Steve means so much to me. I don’t know what to do without him.” Bucky answers and Sam nods. Tony takes a few steps back and is glad, when nobody notices him.

Normally he shouldn't be surprised. He knew it. Bucky and Steve were soulmates from the beginning. Just because Bucky spent a lot of time with him, it surely meant nothing. How could Tony be this stupid and actually believe...he had a chance with him?

Even though Tony is still angry with him, he knows that Steve is a good guy. He would protect Bucky till death and would care for him, like nobody else. Bucky is lucky to have Steve and Steve...well he is the luckiest guy in the world.

“Fri?” Tony asks, when he walks down the stairs.

She doesn’t answer, but as soon as Tony is at the big entrance hall, there is a suit waiting for him. Mark 74. Oh he likes this one. Tony nods at himself and the suit builds himself around his body. He sighs. Much better.

Hopefully this would be a short fight.

“Tony?”

Tony groans quietly and tries to turn away from that voice. He feels dizzy and is afraid he has to puke, when he moves again.

“Tony, can you hear me?”

There is someone shaking his shoulder and Tony gags. Oh yeah seems like someone got him good. His head is nearly bursting.

“W-what?” Tony coughs and before he can talk himself out of it, he sits up in one go. He gags again, but the feeling stops and he finally opens his eyes. Just to see nothing. Great. Darkness, his best friend.

“Tony. Finally I really thought they killed you.” Tony blinks and this time he understands, that it’s Steve talking to him. Steve! Tony takes a deep breath. Thank god, he is alive.

“Seems like they tried.” Tony says quietly and he mentally checks his body for other injuries. His right ankle? Definitely broken. His right shoulder feels bad too, but at least it’s not broken. Hopefully just badly bruised. His head is still swimming and his right side doesn’t feel so good either.

Fuck. What happened?

“What are you doing here? Where is the rest?” Steve asks and Tony is glad that he can’t really see his face in the darkness. Small miracles, he would take them.

“Eh… kinda flew out on my own.” Tony says and when he tries to stand up, he hisses in pain. Okay so his right ankle is not only broken, but they shackled it as well. Great.

The next minutes Tony tries to will his unconsciousness back, because Steve holds a whole speech for him about being reckless and stupid. Sadly he stays awake and the pain in his ankle throbs even more.

Just as Tony wants to snap at Steve, the door opens and Tony is temporary blinded when someone focuses a flashlight at him.

“They are awake.” The guy with the flashlight says and Tony grunts. Captain Obvious meet Captain America.

Soon enough there are a dozen guys with black masks over their faces and they take Steve and him in another room. This room is completely white, except for two black chairs and a table in the middle of it.

Torture? Tony is so not in the mood for that.

“Have a seat gentleman.” One of the guys says and Tony clenches his teeth when he gets shoved onto the chair. His ankle feels even more swollen, but Tony is afraid to look at it in the light.

“Captain America and Iron Man. How lovely.”

Tony squints at the guy who stands in front of them. He is wearing a mask as well, but it’s splattered with blood. Great.

“What do you want from us?” Steve asks and he tries to get out of his chains. Tony is surprised that they even managed to catch Steve, but seems like they found a way to weaken him, too.

Tony doesn’t even remember how they got him. He flew towards the little house F.R.I.D.A.Y. pointed out and the next thing he knows, he is in that cell with Steve. Seems like he underestimated this device.

“From you? Nothing. You were the one who found us. But we thought while you were here, we could try a few things.” The guy says and even rubs his hands. They are covered in black gloves. Tony sighs.

“I hate super villain speeches.” He mutters and one of the guards smacks him against the head. Tony groans, when his head hits the table loudly.

Ow.

“Listen to Agent Stripe.” Some Guard says and Tony huffs. Stupid name.

“What did you do to me? I can’t even get myself free from those chains.” Steve grunts angrily and at that Tony looks up again. Seems like they really weakened him somehow. Tony frowns. His escape possibilities just sunk to under 40%.

“We took your serum out of you.” The guy says calmly and then he walks over to the other guards. Tony frowns, when he picks up a camera and places it neatly on the table. Tony can hear him chuckling behind his mask.

“Let’s say we need it for somebody else. The Winter Soldier is still your friend right? Say hi. He sees and hears you now.” The guy says and Tony glares at him.

“Why are you doing this?!” Tony asks angrily and he tries not to shudder at the thought that Bucky can see him like this. beaten up and trapped.

“We want him to take in the serum again. We even have the nice words he needs to hear.” Stripe says and Tony wants to laugh at him. Seems like someone didn’t get the memo here. The words wouldn’t set Bucky back, but Tony is still worried that they actually seemed to get the serum out of Steve.

“Bucky. Listen, whatever this asshole says. Don’t come here!” Steve says angrily and Stripe laughs long and ugly.

“Agent Barnes I’ll say this only once. If you aren’t willing to meet up with us, we have to kill your friends.” Stripe takes a step forwards and strokes over Tony’s bloody cheek. Tony tries to get away from his touch, but Stripe kicks against his ankle. The world turns black for a second.

“Let Steve go.” Tony grunts and Stripe forces Tony to look at him.

“What?” He asks and Tony imagines that he is still grinning. Tony stays silent this time, because if he gets kicked another time, he would for sure blackout completely again.

“Okay fair deal, Barnes. If you come here in the next two hours, you can keep one friend and I only kill the other. Does that sound good?” Stripe says and he goes back to the camera. Before he can stop the video, Tony holds up a hand as far as he can with the chains.

“Buck listen to me. It’s okay. Let them kill me.” Tony says and he hopes he looks convincing. He doesn’t feel very good and he can’t focus on the camera, thanks to his headache.

“Tony, what? No!” Steve says, but Tony shakes his head.

“Buck I mean it, do you hear me?” Tony says louder, but Steve is having none of it. Tony sighs, if Bucky could save Steve and the words would fail on him, Stephen or someone would for sure be able to inject the serum back into Steve.

“Why are you doing this Tony?” Steve sounds almost hysterical now. Tony shakes his head, he isn’t even aware that the camera is still rolling on them.

“You are his best friend and...you matter to him. I’m just...I’m just Tony.” He whispers and looks down. He doesn’t want Steve to see how afraid he is of dying, but without any weapons for him and Steve without his serum, he doesn't think he has a chance.

He doesn’t want to die, but Steve is Bucky’s soulmate. He wouldn’t make him choose between them in that way. It’s his decision and Bucky wouldn’t need to feel bad about it.

“That is not true!” Steve says again, but Tony isn’t even listening.

“I’m sorry Bucky. I love you. I really do.”

Tony isn’t sure how late it is. He doesn’t even know if it’s still day, or already night. This time they brought him to a cell without Steve. He curls into himself.

“It’s better like this.” Tony mutters and he closes his eyes, even though it doesn’t really matter in the darkness. He tries to imagine Bucky and Steve being happy. Sure F.R.I.D.A.Y. should’ve alarmed everyone by now...but still if they come too late. Tony doesn’t want to see how Bucky loses his soulmate.

A screeching noise makes Tony sit up again.

He even holds his breath, when somebody rattles at the door. They are coming for him. The door opens loudly and Tony looks hastily away.

“Stark.”

Those aren’t the bad guys, it’s Bucky. Tony gasps, when he looks over to the door and his thoughts are confirmed. There is Bucky standing in the door, looking so furious, that Tony makes himself a bit smaller.

Fuck. What if they found a way to get the Winter Soldier back? Will it...will it be Bucky, who killed him? Tony sniffs once.

“B-Bucky.” He says shakily and at this Bucky’s tense expression softens. He is walking over towards Tony and kneels down. Tony’s eyes widen, when he sees the tiny smile. No. That means...Steve is…

“Come here.” Bucky whispers quietly and he goes for a hug, but Tony is squirming free and shakes his head.

“No! You’re in the wrong room. You need to find Steve! You can’t…” Tony starts to cry without his permission, but he can’t stop. This isn’t fair. He doesn’t want to be blamed for destroying Bucky’s life and killing Steve.

“Hey Tony. It’s okay. I’m here. We’re getting you free. Steve’s okay. We got him out too and Stephen said he would look into getting him back to full power.” Bucky mumbles and this time Tony accepts the hug.

Bucky carefully opens his chains, while Tony just cries into his neck. Steve is saved and they even came to save him too. He sobs loudly. He doesn’t need to die.

When Tony wakes up again, he is in a hospital. He slowly blinks awake and the first thing he sees, is the big cast on his leg. He sighs.

“Took you long enough.”

Tony looks to his right, where a tiny chair is right next to his bed. Bucky sounds angry still, but he is smiling as well.

“What are you doing here?” Tony asks and he tries to sit up a bit. Bucky hastily helps him and straightens the pillow behind Tony before he sits down on the edge of the bed.

“Looking after you, since apparently you don’t even do that for yourself.” Bucky answers, but he winks at Tony, so maybe he isn’t that angry. “How is Steve?” Tony asks and he jerks a bit, when Bucky takes his hand into his and carefully strokes with his thumb over it.

“Fine. They couldn’t put the serum back in, but apparently Hydra didn’t take it completely from Steve and it restored on his own.” Bucky answers and Tony relaxes at that. Steve is alive and well.

“Good.” Tony whispers and Bucky nods.

“So when will we talk about what happened back in the room with Steve, where they filmed you?” Bucky says and Tony sighs. Somehow he had hoped Bucky would just ignore that.

“Is there something we need to talk about?” Tony asks and he tries to sound annoyed, but it comes out mostly sad and tired. Bucky smiles sadly and then uses his free hand to stroke Tony’s cheek. It’s the metal one and it feels cool against his skin, but Tony leans into the touch anyway.

“I think so, Tony, what makes you think I would let you die?” Bucky says calmly and Tony shrugs. He knows exactly why he hates to talk about his feelings.

“Well it was Steve, or me.” Tony says and he wants to turn away from Bucky, but at the same time he craves these little touches way too much.

“First of all, i would never leave one of you two behind. We all would never leave anyone behind. Second of all...who says that Steve is my fave, hm?” Bucky grins and Tony knows he’s joking, but he doesn’t really understand it.

“You...what? You said you wouldn’t know what to do without him.” Tony says and this time Bucky is the one frowning.

“Not that it isn’t true, but when did you hear me say that?” Bucky asks and Tony wants to facepalm. He overheard Bucky saying it when they all watched the damn movie, the night Tony left to save Steve.

“Uhm...you said it to Sam. On your movie night, I wasn’t invited, I know.” Tony says and he sounds more sad than he actually intended, sniffy or at least disappointed. Bucky smiles a bit sadly.

“You were invited, we asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. But now i understand why you would run off like this all on your own. Especially after you asked me to take a break with you a few hours before that.” Bucky says and Tony shrugs awkwardly.

He doesn’t think that Bucky is lying to him and it wouldn’t be the first time F.R.I.D.A.Y. passed a message along and Tony ignored it, buried under all his work.

“It doesn’t matter, does it? In the end I was right? I know that you don’t really hate me, even though it’s my fault that Steve got captured in the first place and he is your soulmate but..” Tony babbles and the last words get lost when Bucky holds his free hand over his mouth.

“Slow down. It is not your fault that Steve got captured. Why would you think that?” Bucky asks and he perks one eyebrow up. Tony shrinks under his gaze.

“Well he asked me to come along, but i declined.” Tony answers and Bucky’s grip on his hand is a bit more tight.

“He asked me as well, but i wanted to stay in the tower with you. And even if he would only ask you, it’s still not your fault, when the idiot gets hurt.” Bucky says and he is grinning. Tony smiles a bit too, because even though Bucky called Steve an idiot, he clearly hears how fond Bucky talks about him.

And wait.

“What?”

“Close your mouth, doll. You heard me right.” Bucky says easily and puts his hand under Tony’s chin. Tony swallows dryly.

“What about…” Tony starts again, but Bucky just shushes him and before Tony knows it, Bucky sits extremely close to him and his smirk, is something Tony would have to think about a lot.

“Steve is my best friend. That’s it.” Bucky says quietly and Tony nods awkwardly.

Bucky just watches him for a moment and Tony sees how his gaze goes down to his lips. Tony licks them unconsciously. Bucky grins a bit more and then he leans over him and Tony dies a hundred times when Bucky kisses him.

He hopes his whine goes unnoticed when Bucky opens his mouth, but the way Bucky laughs against him, he heard it. Tony doesn’t care. He puts his arms around Bucky’s neck and tries to get even closer to him. Bucky gasps quietly, when he sits nearly on top of Tony.

“Even better than my dreams.” Bucky whispers, when they break the kiss and before Tony can do more than take a deep breath, Bucky is already kissing him again. Tony doesn’t think about complaining even for a second.

“I think I still don’t understand.” Tony mutters when Bucky carefully kisses his cheeks and then his neck. He can’t really think at all, but even though the kisses don’t make any sense, Tony would never trade them.

“For a genius you are a real idiot. Yeah, okay, I wouldn’t know what to do without Steve, but you are the one I can’t live without. It would kill me to lose you.”

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