“Cas.” it was a simple whisper but meant so much. Contained all the feelings he’d never speak out. A shaky hand lifted and got softly placed on the angel’s chest with a hiss of Dean’s breath. Physically real, that was a good sign. The hunter’s eyes were locked with his, the deep gaze they always shared.
Castiel gazed back, his heart hammering in his chest as he looked into those beautiful emerald eyes. “D-Dean…” He stammered out, his face flushing red.
Instead of the actual ‘i missed you’ he said “Where’ve you been? In heaven, Cas?” with a clenched jaw, trying hardly to get his pokerface back on which was about to break. Quickly the hand was withdrawn and he couldn’t look away. “Are you okay?”
“I…a-am well…” Castiel exhaled missing Dean’s warmth against his chest. “I…I have b-been watching…y-you a-and S-Sam….”
Dean nodded understanding, looked away for a second “It was- different without you.” was all he allowed himself to admit loudly. Then his head torn back to Castiel, a soft smile might have been on his lips. “I’m glad you’re back.” more gently voice. Like a rock had fallen from his chest, a deep breath escaped.
Castiel let a tiny, timid smile grace his pink lips. “I…I-I am g-glad t-to…b-be back…” He rubbed his hands together nervously.
“Cas.” it was a simple whisper but meant so much. Contained all the feelings he’d never speak out. A shaky hand lifted and got softly placed on the angel’s chest with a hiss of Dean’s breath. Physically real, that was a good sign. The hunter’s eyes were locked with his, the deep gaze they always shared.
Castiel gazed back, his heart hammering in his chest as he looked into those beautiful emerald eyes. “D-Dean…” He stammered out, his face flushing red.
Instead of the actual ‘i missed you’ he said “Where’ve you been? In heaven, Cas?” with a clenched jaw, trying hardly to get his pokerface back on which was about to break. Quickly the hand was withdrawn and he couldn’t look away. “Are you okay?”
“I…a-am well…” Castiel exhaled missing Dean’s warmth against his chest. “I…I have b-been watching…y-you a-and S-Sam….”
Castiel hesitantly stalked outside of Dean’s motel room. The green-eyed man was completely alone. It had been over a year since Castiel had seen him. Oh, how he wished to burst open the door and beg Dean for forgiveness.
It was actually quite nice to have some free time. Sam were always around and now Dean finally had some minutes off. He sat on the couch, having some random tv channel on and a beer in his hand. Since the incident a year ago, a lot of time has passed but it still felt lonely, empty. A deep sigh escaped his mouth, more alcohol what was he needed.
Castiel stayed invisible to the world, even when he appeared in front of Dean, staring at the man. He couldn’t…shouldn’t speak to Dean, should he? After everything…Castiel was still afraid of the rejection. He would rather have Dean think him dead than to deal with Dean kicking him out of his life.
The next bottle was emptied quickly. And the third, fourth.. it wouldn’t stop. Over the years Dean needed more and more alcohol to numb his emotions, like right now. His head raised, like he was looking up to the sky “Castiel.” a low whisper only. He’d like to slap himself for still bothering with that but he couldn’t himself. Castiel was his only true friend, there was always this deeper bound, he’d never admit, and now he was away.
Castiel flushed at the sound of his name. It had been so long since he’d heard it be uttered on Dean’s beautiful lips. Castiel couldn’t help but reply. “D-Dean…” He mumbled, just as low as the hunter.
The breath was hold and his eyes looked around. Dean could have sworn he’d heard his name, called by.. Cas. He strongly shook his head, that’s impossible. Cas was in heaven, for over a year, he wasn’t here - or was he? If someone would doubt death, then it was Dean. “C-Cas? Is that you?” it was a shaky voice. All muscles tensed, what if Castiel was alive? What if..
Castiel knew he had been caught. His breath released shaky as he revealed himself to Dean, looking down at his feet. “H-Hello…D—Dean…”
Dean starred. He simpled starred at the angel right in front of him. “Is that really you, Cas?” one step forward, closer to Castiel. “Or am I so drunk that I’m hallucinating?” Every fiber of his body hoped he was real, breathing seemed difficult all of a sudden. How could this be possible?
“I-I…I’m me…D-Dean…” Castiel spoke out quietly. He moved closer, meeting Dean’s gaze. “I-I…I’m real…”
“Cas.” it was a simple whisper but meant so much. Contained all the feelings he’d never speak out. A shaky hand lifted and got softly placed on the angel’s chest with a hiss of Dean’s breath. Physically real, that was a good sign. The hunter’s eyes were locked with his, the deep gaze they always shared.
Castiel gazed back, his heart hammering in his chest as he looked into those beautiful emerald eyes. “D-Dean…” He stammered out, his face flushing red.
Castiel hesitantly stalked outside of Dean’s motel room. The green-eyed man was completely alone. It had been over a year since Castiel had seen him. Oh, how he wished to burst open the door and beg Dean for forgiveness.
It was actually quite nice to have some free time. Sam were always around and now Dean finally had some minutes off. He sat on the couch, having some random tv channel on and a beer in his hand. Since the incident a year ago, a lot of time has passed but it still felt lonely, empty. A deep sigh escaped his mouth, more alcohol what was he needed.
Castiel stayed invisible to the world, even when he appeared in front of Dean, staring at the man. He couldn’t…shouldn’t speak to Dean, should he? After everything…Castiel was still afraid of the rejection. He would rather have Dean think him dead than to deal with Dean kicking him out of his life.
The next bottle was emptied quickly. And the third, fourth.. it wouldn’t stop. Over the years Dean needed more and more alcohol to numb his emotions, like right now. His head raised, like he was looking up to the sky “Castiel.” a low whisper only. He’d like to slap himself for still bothering with that but he couldn’t himself. Castiel was his only true friend, there was always this deeper bound, he’d never admit, and now he was away.
Castiel flushed at the sound of his name. It had been so long since he’d heard it be uttered on Dean’s beautiful lips. Castiel couldn’t help but reply. “D-Dean…” He mumbled, just as low as the hunter.
The breath was hold and his eyes looked around. Dean could have sworn he’d heard his name, called by.. Cas. He strongly shook his head, that’s impossible. Cas was in heaven, for over a year, he wasn’t here - or was he? If someone would doubt death, then it was Dean. “C-Cas? Is that you?” it was a shaky voice. All muscles tensed, what if Castiel was alive? What if..
Castiel knew he had been caught. His breath released shaky as he revealed himself to Dean, looking down at his feet. “H-Hello…D—Dean…”
Dean starred. He simpled starred at the angel right in front of him. “Is that really you, Cas?” one step forward, closer to Castiel. “Or am I so drunk that I’m hallucinating?” Every fiber of his body hoped he was real, breathing seemed difficult all of a sudden. How could this be possible?
“I-I…I’m me…D-Dean…” Castiel spoke out quietly. He moved closer, meeting Dean’s gaze. “I-I…I’m real…”
Castiel hesitantly stalked outside of Dean’s motel room. The green-eyed man was completely alone. It had been over a year since Castiel had seen him. Oh, how he wished to burst open the door and beg Dean for forgiveness.
It was actually quite nice to have some free time. Sam were always around and now Dean finally had some minutes off. He sat on the couch, having some random tv channel on and a beer in his hand. Since the incident a year ago, a lot of time has passed but it still felt lonely, empty. A deep sigh escaped his mouth, more alcohol what was he needed.
Castiel stayed invisible to the world, even when he appeared in front of Dean, staring at the man. He couldn’t…shouldn’t speak to Dean, should he? After everything…Castiel was still afraid of the rejection. He would rather have Dean think him dead than to deal with Dean kicking him out of his life.
The next bottle was emptied quickly. And the third, fourth.. it wouldn’t stop. Over the years Dean needed more and more alcohol to numb his emotions, like right now. His head raised, like he was looking up to the sky “Castiel.” a low whisper only. He’d like to slap himself for still bothering with that but he couldn’t himself. Castiel was his only true friend, there was always this deeper bound, he’d never admit, and now he was away.
Castiel flushed at the sound of his name. It had been so long since he’d heard it be uttered on Dean’s beautiful lips. Castiel couldn’t help but reply. “D-Dean…” He mumbled, just as low as the hunter.
The breath was hold and his eyes looked around. Dean could have sworn he’d heard his name, called by.. Cas. He strongly shook his head, that’s impossible. Cas was in heaven, for over a year, he wasn’t here - or was he? If someone would doubt death, then it was Dean. “C-Cas? Is that you?” it was a shaky voice. All muscles tensed, what if Castiel was alive? What if..
Castiel knew he had been caught. His breath released shaky as he revealed himself to Dean, looking down at his feet. “H-Hello…D—Dean…”
Castiel hesitantly stalked outside of Dean’s motel room. The green-eyed man was completely alone. It had been over a year since Castiel had seen him. Oh, how he wished to burst open the door and beg Dean for forgiveness.
It was actually quite nice to have some free time. Sam were always around and now Dean finally had some minutes off. He sat on the couch, having some random tv channel on and a beer in his hand. Since the incident a year ago, a lot of time has passed but it still felt lonely, empty. A deep sigh escaped his mouth, more alcohol what was he needed.
Castiel stayed invisible to the world, even when he appeared in front of Dean, staring at the man. He couldn’t…shouldn’t speak to Dean, should he? After everything…Castiel was still afraid of the rejection. He would rather have Dean think him dead than to deal with Dean kicking him out of his life.
The next bottle was emptied quickly. And the third, fourth.. it wouldn’t stop. Over the years Dean needed more and more alcohol to numb his emotions, like right now. His head raised, like he was looking up to the sky “Castiel.” a low whisper only. He’d like to slap himself for still bothering with that but he couldn’t himself. Castiel was his only true friend, there was always this deeper bound, he’d never admit, and now he was away.
Castiel flushed at the sound of his name. It had been so long since he’d heard it be uttered on Dean’s beautiful lips. Castiel couldn’t help but reply. “D-Dean…” He mumbled, just as low as the hunter.
Castiel hesitantly stalked outside of Dean’s motel room. The green-eyed man was completely alone. It had been over a year since Castiel had seen him. Oh, how he wished to burst open the door and beg Dean for forgiveness.
It was actually quite nice to have some free time. Sam were always around and now Dean finally had some minutes off. He sat on the couch, having some random tv channel on and a beer in his hand. Since the incident a year ago, a lot of time has passed but it still felt lonely, empty. A deep sigh escaped his mouth, more alcohol what was he needed.
Castiel stayed invisible to the world, even when he appeared in front of Dean, staring at the man. He couldn’t…shouldn’t speak to Dean, should he? After everything…Castiel was still afraid of the rejection. He would rather have Dean think him dead than to deal with Dean kicking him out of his life.
Castiel hesitantly stalked outside of Dean’s motel room. The green-eyed man was completely alone. It had been over a year since Castiel had seen him. Oh, how he wished to burst open the door and beg Dean for forgiveness.
