Kiss It Better - Part Two - The Hunter's Wound

A/N - Hey, welcome back! As promised, here's part two of Kiss It Better! Cas will use the knowledge he gained last chapter to help Dean with a wound of his own.

I hope you enjoy!

It's a few days later when Cas makes use of his newfound knowledge.

It came during one of Dean's moods. Every so often, the weight of everything that had happened would hit him; the people he had lost, the lives he had taken, all the times he had let others down.

On these days, he would lock himself away, hide in his room in the bunker. Sam had learned to leave him alone… but Cas was a different story, as it turned out.

Dean didn't raise his head from his pillow when he heard a knock on the door. He didn't bother to respond in any way, not when they knocked a second time, and a third.

"Not now, Sammy," He called gruffly as he heard the door begin to creak open.

"Dean."

That caught his attention. The voice didn't belong to Sam, but rather to Cas. Sitting up, he found the angel standing awkwardly in the doorway. His expression shifted to one of concern, however, as his gaze fell upon Dean's face.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not." The angel's voice was unwavering, completely certain.

Dean paused.

"No, I'm not."

There was no point in trying to hide it. Cas would know - he always knew.

Before he knew what was happening, the angel had crossed the room in a few quick strides and was settling in next to Dean on his bed.

The hunter didn't bother to move away, like he might've done in the past. After the incident a few days ago, he'd been craving an opportunity like this, where he could be close to Cas again.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Cas prompted him gently.

Normally, if anyone else had asked him that question, Dean would've laughed and told them to piss off. He didn't need a therapist, or any chick-flick moments… at least that's what he told himself and anyone who asked.

But today, Dean found himself willing to be a bit more vulnerable than before.

He took a deep breath.

"Why am I alive, Cas?"

He could sense the angel's surprise without even looking at him.

"What do you mean?"

It was a moment before Dean could force the words out.

"So many… so many people have died. People I knew, people I cared about. They didn't deserve it. Not one." By the time he was done, his voice had practically become a whisper.

Cas placed a hand on his shoulder, lowering his head to meet the dejected hunter's gaze. Dean found himself unable to look away as green eyes met beautiful blue ones, filled with compassion.

"Of course not. And it's perfectly acceptable to grieve for-"

"But that's not it," Dean interrupted him. "At least, not all of it."

Cas only blinked, waiting patiently for Dean to continue. He hesitated.

"It's just… why me? Why am I alive? So many have died… hell, I've died! Like, a lot! What did I do that makes me worthy of life, when everyone else has died?"

"Dean, what you're feeling is survivor's guilt," Cas explained gently. "It's natural to feel that way for someone who has been through trauma after trauma, war after war."

Dean was beginning to get frustrated.

"But I don't deserve to live, Cas! I should be dead! I should-"

Before he knew what was happening, the angel was tackling him, with Dean landing flat on his back on the bed as Cas straddled him, pinning him down. He was too stunned by what had happened and the feeling of the angel's body pressed against his own to even try to fight. Not that he could, even if he wanted to; Cas had an iron grip on his wrists.

"Don't you dare," Cas growled in his ear. "Don't you dare say that again. Do you know how many people you have saved, Dean? You deserve life more than anyone."

"Cas-" Dean started, but the angel wasn't done.

"You think you're so alone? That you're the only one who feels that way?" He continued angrily. "Do you have any idea how many of my brothers and sisters have perished because of me? But I am the one who keeps being brought back, and yes, it feels awful. I have no powers, no usefulness. I'm not an angel anymore. And yet, you don't see me pushing you away. So stop pushing me."

For a moment, all Dean could do was lie there in shocked silence. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen Cas display so much emotion at once.

"You're still an angel to me." He whispered. And it was true. He'd never stopped thinking of Cas as an angel, and doubted he ever would.

Dean watched as his anger melted away, replaced once more with heartfelt compassion that left left him breathless.

Then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Dean's chest… right over his heart.

"Cas… what-"

"I'm making it better." He whispered, before repeating the action, lips pressed against the fabric of Dean's shirt.

In that moment, it suddenly made sense. Cas wanted to heal his heart, and was doing it in the way Dean had taught him.

He couldn't help but smile. God, Cas was so cheesy.

But Dean loved it.

Before he could change his mind, he grabbed Cas by his tie and yanked him down, pressing the angel's lips to his. Cas froze at the contact, becoming unresponsive. Dean quickly pulled back, scanning the angel's features for any indication of how he felt.

"Dean…" He choked out. "What was…"

Dean offered him a smirk, trying to conceal his worry.

"What can I say, my lips hurt too."

He watched as a slow smile crept across the angel's face, before Cas leaned down and eagerly pressed his lips to Dean's.

"Mine too."

They stayed that way for a while, cradled in each other's arms. Both of them knew that they'd have to get up sometime; that they would have to once again face the world and its troubles. But for now, Dean was content to stay in bed with his angel.

The hunter smiled.

Who would've thought they could actually kiss it better?

A/N - Hope you enjoyed this little two-shot! I plan to try writing some more Destiel, so if you have any ideas feel free to send them my way! I've also written stories for Miraculous, Voltron, Glee, and An Unfortunate Fairy Tale, plus another Destiel one-shot where Cas is introduced to pick-up lines.

As always, please leave a review with your thoughts and suggestions, and thank you for reading my story!

~ Elizabeth (FanOfDeliciousFlavour)