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The first thing Cas did when he woke up the next day was searching for Dean in his large bed. His eyes opened once he realised he was alone. Castiel suddenly felt stupid for assuming that Dean would have stayed in his bed. Bed… weren’t we on the couch? Cas thought to himself. He shrugged before smiling at the thought of Dean carrying him up to his room. For all he knew, one of his brothers could have moved him up here, but was more fond at the idea of being in Deans arms.
Since Dean was nowhere to be found in his room, Cas decided to find his phone to text him.
To: Dean
Did you get home okay last night?
Sent: 11.32 am
Cas waited a few minutes in bed for a reply. Maybe he’s still asleep. He thought to himself positively. After a few more minutes of waiting, Cas decided to get out of bed and take a nice, long, relaxing shower.
Relaxing was the opposite of what happened. Instead Castiel was left alone with nothing better to do than think. Maybe his phones flat? Or he really is still asleep. Dean never sleeps in late though. Maybe he doesn’t want to be involved with this. Maybe he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore. He was fine last night though. Supportive…. Maybe something happened to him? No…. I’m sure his fine…
Cas checked his phone again as soon as he got out of the shower. He hadn’t even grabbed a towel yet when he looked for a new message that wasn’t there. Maybe he forgot to press send again? He suggested to himself. Dean had a habit of doing that has had discovered, so Cas sent another message to make sure.
To: Dean
Are you still asleep? Message me when you wake up.
Sent 11.59 am
An hour later and Cas was feeling sick in his stomach. His brothers were in the kitchen working out what there next moves were going to be. Cas avoided going into the room until his phone went flat from checking it so often. He knew his charger was next to the microwave so he quietly walked in during an argument between Luci and Michael. They both went quiet instantly when they saw how pale Cas looked.
‘Castiel? Brother are you okay?’ Lucifer asked frowning over at him.
‘Dean…’ Cas mumbled. ‘He’s… not awake.’
‘What do you mean?’ Michael asked standing up and carefully walking over to his youngest brother.
‘He hasn’t replied to me.’ Cas said voice wobbling.
Michael and Lucifer looked at each other.
‘When was the last time you spoke?’ Michael asked softly looking down at Castiel.
‘Last night… on the couch’. Cas whispered still looking down at his now charging phone, hoping it would light up.
‘Have you tried ringing him?’ Lucifer asked. ’Maybe if he’s asleep… he’ll wake up?’
Cas nodded at the idea as he picked up his phone and pressed call on Dean’s contact. He brought the phone up to his ear and listened as it rang once, twice… five times... Cas let out a sigh of relief when he heard Deans voice on the other end. ‘Hello, this is Dean. Leave your name and number and I’ll call you back.’
Cas pressed the end call button and tried again, hanging up when he heard the start of Dean’s message again. Castiel pulled his phone charger out of the power point and walked up to his room ignoring his brothers as they tried to talk to him.
He plugged his phone back into the power and crawled back into his too big bed. Putting the phone back up to his ear, Cas called Deans number again. He pressed redial about six times before messaging him again.
To: Dean
Please pick up.
Sent: 1.26 pm
Ten minutes later Cas was ringing Dean’s number again with no luck. After another four rings Cas decided not to hang up at the ‘Hello, this is Dean.’ Instead he waited for the beep and left a message.
‘Dean? Its Cas... I don’t know why you’re not picking up or answering my messages. Maybe you’re ignoring them. Maybe you don’t want anything to do with me anymore. I wouldn’t blame you if that was the case... but…’
Cas was cut off by another beep, ending the recording. He instantly redialled and waited for the beep again.
‘Just let me know that you’re okay please? Call me… or just send me a message. Please Dean. I need to know that you’re okay. It means so much to me. You mean so much to me.’
Cas hanged up and waited for a message. It never came.
An hour later Cas called Deans number again. He jumped when someone picked up on the other end.
‘Cas?’ A voice that wasn’t Dean asked.
‘Sam!’ Cas said with a bit of relief.
‘Where’s my brother?’