Sorta Kinda like The Notebook but, my version with Destiel :)

Chapter #10

Dean glanced over at Castiel, trying to see if there was even a flash of recognition at Sarah's name, but the other man just kept staring off into space, seemingly oblivious to the fact.
He sighed then, closing the leather bound book firmly and placing it beside him on the lawn chair.
"I guess, I'll just head on in, now. Got to get ready for supper.", Dean told Cas, standing up slowly and tucking the book under one of the arms of his red and green plaid shirt.
Castiel didn't say anything, nor did he look at him.
Dean coughed, awkwardly.
"See ya around, Cas.", he said, giving a slight wave to the other man, as he began to hobble down the cobblestone pathway, towards the doors to the nursing home.
Castiel couldn't help but smile a little, as he watched the man who often read to him, leave.
He didn't know why, though.
Eventually, Linda came outside to get him and brought him in for dinner.
She smiled at him, placing a steaming plate of meat, potatoes, and vegetables, in front of him.
"Here you go Castiel, your dinner. Careful, it's hot."
Slowly, he picked up his fork and attempted to stab a baby carrot that was resting too close to the heaping pile of mashed potatoes for his liking.
There was a screeching sound, as the utensil skidded across the porcelain and caused the small orange carrot to drop to the carpeted dining room floor.
Cas cursed under his breath, trying once again to stab another one of the carrots on his plate.
From the room's entry way, Linda couldn't help but laugh at his determined he was, but she quickly straightened up when she saw him glaring at her.
Dean had been watching him, too.
Smiling at the way Castiel constantly kept trying, and grinning when he heard his husband curse each time he failed to do so.
Finally though, he just gave up and decided instead to eat the lumpy white pile of mush that was now ice cold, as he slowly scooped a spoonful of it into his mouth.
He cringed at the taste, no doubt wishing that they were his brother in law Sam's, instead.
Sam Winchester had always made the best mashed potatoes, he thought sitting back in his chair, restless.
That much, he was certain of.
Later, after Linda had led him back to his room, Castiel sat in the quiet dimness, staring at the sky blue walls, unmoving.
He sighed, curling up against one of his pillows, red and white warm woollen socks adorning his feet.
Cas then pulled his favourite blanket over himself, breathing in the familiar scent of what used to be his home.
It was a musky, strong smell, but he loved it because, Castiel knew that it had belonged to someone very special to him.
And, although he couldn't remember who that someone had been, or how he'd ended up knowing them, he still treasured the garment like it was his most prized possession.
Perhaps, maybe it was.
After all, it was Dean's navy blue denim jean jacket, the one he'd been wearing the night they'd met at that local county fair.
His eyelids began to droop, and pretty soon all he saw was darkness.
When Dean wondered into Cas' room later, he found the other man sound asleep, the familiar denim jacket, covering his small body.
He smiled down at Castiel, sadly, as he placed his hand over Cas' exposed one, that was laying listlessly atop the bedsheets.
"I love you, Cas.", Dean whispered into the dimly lit room.

"Is it over?", Castiel asked the man beside him, as they sat in their lawn chairs, looking out at the clear blue sky and the birds sweeping slowly across it.
Dean Winchester shook his head, as he gazed back at the other man.
He gave a deep sigh, when he saw that Cas had completely zoned out again, his fingers now laying still against the arm of his chair.
Normally, this would frighten Dean, but after months and months of witnessing this particular thing everyday, he'd grown used to it, and now just accepted it for what it was.
Cas was in a sense, slowly drifting away.
Just like the leaves that were now falling to the ground, as the days got shorter and the nights colder.
Pretty soon, there'd be only bleakness and the colour would ultimately drain, leaving nothing but shallow memories of what used to be and what was yet to come.
For now though, all Dean could do was wait it out and hope that, whatever time Cas had left, it would be spent just like this, with him, both of them, together.
That's all, he'd really ever wanted.
He stretched his aching joints, groaned, and then turned back to his husband, who was now back to focusing on Dean's face, an expression of worry plastered to it.
"Was I out again?"
The other man could only nod, as he reached to pick up the leather bound book from its place on he grass beneath his chair.
"Now, where were we?", he asked, as if that was all that he cared about right now.
Castiel shrugged.
"Cas had just gotten married to Sarah and now, was starting to regret it. And, Dean was starting to wish that he hadn't been so rough on Castiel because, of everything that had happened. Now, a week later, the couple was beginning to have some issues which led to Cas eventually walking out on her, after claiming that things just weren't working between them.
So, he had ended up going back to the old abandoned, now renovated house, where Dean lived.
Hoping to apologize for all that had happened so very, incredibly, fast..."