Authors Note: Okay, so this is just a bit of a teaser that I am putting out there for my latest one shot idea that may not be so one shot-ish anymore. As the summary and rating suggest (it may just go up, not sure yet), this will not be a very happy fic and may contain some very graphic imagery of the mentally, physically and emotionally torturous kind (again, the ideas are still shifting so a lot is still up in the air). Depending on the reaction that I get will determine the content this fic will ultimately have. This small piece is from the second chapter, and doesn't give away much I know but, well, like I mentioned before. This is simply just a teaser. The piece is going to be very heart-wrenching and is inspired by the 7x01 promo which has me pretty damn nervous, and my plans for it are just about all over the place. So here is a little bit of a snippet of it. I'd appreciate your feedback.

Written: 06 September

Soundtrack: Set Fire to the Rain by Adele

Word Count: 500+

Category: Dean W./Castiel

Content: Pre-SLASH. (Just warning those in advance who wish not to read such material.)

Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not possess any legal rights to anything to do with this series especially its characters. I'm sure we are all aware of that but this fact must always be noted due to this websites guidelines.

Genres: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family, Friendship, Drama, Tragedy, Suspense, Mystery

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Claire Novak, Amelia Novak, Gabriel, Crowley, Chuck, Balthazar, Death

Fictional Characters: Josephine, Leviathan, Legion, Azreal, Kushiel, Lahatiel, Shoftiel, Seraphiel, Jehoel, Cahetel, Elizael, Muriel, Chuck, Balthazar, Death

Rating: T

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Title: Maybe We Should Start All Over

Author: anonymous-unknown

Summary: One-Shot inspired by the 7x01 promo. A 'What Happened Next'. Castiel has been saved from his nightmare after taking in the souls, but has unfortunately not been left without its consequences. The souls have left their mark on him, and there was only so long before his choices would come back to haunt him and ultimately, take all of himself away.

"Oh that I might have my request: and that God would grant me the thing that I long for."

Job 6:8 – The Bible

Chapter 1

Dean wasn't thinking. The kiss he gave was simple, chaste, with no meaning behind it except to only assure the former angel that he was safe. To show him that he wouldn't be hurt and that he would be protected, no matter what. It was simply a kind gesture, a small press of lips to the clammy skin of his forehead. But after only a moment he found himself pulling away and unknowingly strolling further down, slowly pressing his lips against his cold skin again. Only this time, it was to his lips.

…He wasn't thinking.

His brain was screaming, his heart racing, and only when Castiel responded did Dean understand what he was actually doing. He was falling into temptation, ignoring all the lies, and accepting emotions that he never thought he'd really cross. Castiel found himself doing exactly the same and both found themselves not caring about any of it anymore. Both men still held their doubts, but the moment he started to kiss him, his friend and his savior, all the walls that held them back were broken down and fell apart. Only when he started to kiss him back, did the fact of the matter no longer hold any meaning. He had lied to himself long enough, and the burn of both his desire and the truth, had finally chosen to let itself be known. To let him be free.

Dean hesitantly pulled away, hoping to see bright blue eyes staring back at him, but what he saw when he opened his own eyes was Castiel's shallow breathing, the look on his face saying that he had sadly, finally managed to let go of something that he had kept back for so long. He knew the feeling, and felt his own eyes going back to him as Castiel finally looked up to gaze at him. His soul told him a different story. It told him the truth, and Dean suspected, that his said exactly the same in return. He wanted to push forward again, feel lips locked against his own again, but found that he didn't need to when Castiel slowly closed the space between them.

Dean didn't pull away.

No matter how much his mind told him to, that what he was doing was wrong and that he had to hold himself back, his heart said to him the exact opposite, and the voice coming from there only shone brighter than his doubt ever had a chance to. Dean couldn't listen; wouldn't listen. Not anymore. What his spirit had held back for so long was now having its chance, and he could actually feel it right through the core of his soul, that this was the reward that had been granted to him after all the sacrifices he had had to endure. To get to experience something so pure and real, that one might have thought it impossible and never given it a chance. Dean chose not to be the fool. He chose to pursue his affections. To go after it. In finding his one true sense of peace, he would find his greatest treasure in hope.

It was that small sense of trust, that had led him to this.

To what he would ultimately choose. And of whom.

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Authors End Note: And there you have it. It's not my first slash-ish piece in all honesty, but it's the first that I've actually had the courage to post and frankly will be incredibly mild. Saying that, just in case anyone is wondering, that means that nothing pertaining to that will go past what you saw here. Just so we're clear. Hope to see you in the beginning of this story. It will get dark in some places, but this is mostly just whump for now. Again, we'll see where it goes. Review please.