✧˖° Angel Eyes ✧˖°

Finally, I'm posting my Destiel comic! This took me months of work. Here went weeks and weeks of doing nothing but drawing, holed up in my room, no lights, no music, just sad Destiel. I really love those two, Cas and Dean really changed my life and helped me through really tough times, so I'm glad I finally did something to return my love and gratitude 💚💙💚💙.

Please don't repost my art. Reblogs are great though! <3

(Here I also have the link to my post on AO3.)

Eventually, after walking a bit through the field, Dean finds a higher spot, where the grass isn't as tall and the flowers blossom better. Without much ceremony, he sits down with the bag placed carefully on his lap. He closes his eyes and forces himself to breathe deeply, in and out.

"It's nice here, peaceful." He starts softly. "I think you'd like it."

Silence falls, and again, Dean doesn't know how much time passes.

"Sam said we should keep you somewhere." He lets out a small chuckle as he shakes his head. "I considered it for a moment, you know."

“I mean, it’s the only thing that I’ve left of you. Besides that damn coat, anyway.” He tries to laugh again, now the sound comes more like a choked, ragged breath.

"I-I- couldn't, Cas... I can't. I’d go insane." The silence around him was making it impossible to breathe.

“ ‘Cause I know it’s not you. Not really. Like, yeah, it’s your body, but it’s not you. You’re not here anymore.” As he talked, he clutched the bag closer to him. “And- I don’t know… it feels selfish to just keep you stored in the trunk forever or something.”

“I just… I wanna make it good, you know. At least… take you somewhere I feel you could… rest. Somewhere where you feel free, somewhere beautiful.” He could feel his throat closing up. A knot tightened in his chest.

“It’s too fucking late, and I know. I’m sorry, Cas. I wish- I just-” He can’t say it. Never could when it mattered, and still can’t. Those words left forever unspoken between them would weigh heavily in his heart, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Once again, the birdsong is the only sound left.

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He stayed there for some time, hours or days, he couldn’t tell. The soft breeze ruffled his hair, and at some point, he just lay there between the wildflowers, closing his eyes and holding the ashes close. He can’t recall at what point he fell asleep.

He woke up eventually and found himself now lying on his side, curled up around Cas. What was left of him. The sky now painted the field in pink and orange hues. Dean allowed himself to stay for an instant longer, again taking deep breaths.

He stood up at last, there were leaves and twigs all over him, a distant part of his mind told him that at least he would take with him a bit of the ground where Castiel would stay. Dean looked at the bag one last time, and he almost felt his eyes start to water, but there were still no tears.

“Bye, Cas.” He whispered.

As he emptied the bag, the ashes flew with the gentle wind, and Dean felt his heart swell.

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For the next weeks, he heard birds sing in the distance whenever he felt particularly down. And saw blue flowers on the back of his eyelids as he drank himself to sleep.

Link for my AO3 post: