Afterwards"Dean..."Afterwards by BecomingaWallflower
Castiel looked up from the paper he was holding with the same curious expression Dean had seen countless times before.
"Yeah, Cas?" Dean sighed, taking a bite of his sandwich, relaxing to the sounds of his jazz record.
"... What is a... SSN?"
"You don't-Goddamn it, Cas. It means Social Security Number. You don't have one. Here," the hunter took the job application from the rookie and started filling it out.
Castiel stood, leaving Dean to it, knowing that if he tried to argue, it would just mean a fight and Dean drowning himself in beer. The fallen angel stood and stared at the record as it spun.
Dean continued scribbling, not noticing Castiel's words.
"... I used to see the universe this way, Dean. Rhythmic - it moved in a meaningful way, but now..."
His friend didn't hear a word until the sound of a record scratch and black shards shattering on the ground reached his ears. Dean looked up and saw his record broken, Castiel walking towards Dean's bedroom.
Celestial Scars (2014!Destiel): Chapter 1Another day, another fight between Dean and Chuck as the latter whined about the lack of toilet paper.Celestial Scars (2014!Destiel): Chapter 1 by BecomingaWallflower
“We should all just…stop fighting, take a deep breath, and start a yoga ses-“
“Shut up, Cas!” Dean narrowed his eyes. “Don’t think I don’t know what goes on at those so-called sessions.”
Castiel’s face remained calm and detached, but Chuck gave him a worried glance. Everyone knew about the tension between the group’s leader and the former angel. It was something Cas had wanted to forget after what had happened before Sam and Dean had parted ways. The angel – now a human junkie – stayed by Dean’s side, but only in body. In spirit, their profound bond had been broken long ago.
“Alright then,” Cas replied to Dean’s outburst and walked out of the room. He went to his own, decorated with a hand-woven rug, a curtain of beads and dream catchers Dean had once bought him hanging on the walls.