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They were in the hotel, well today, cas and dean are fighting. Again. Basically they fight 2 times in a day, about stupid complaining and opinions, dean always starts it, or sometimes cas, for starters, cas was reading something and he was busy, very busy, and dean still had the urge to call him, 5 times, so cas says “Im busy.” dean goes mad and angry bird mode then the fight starts. And yes it happens twice a day.
”Why are you always in my way, cas. That’s what im asking, because you literally know im gonna go that way then suddnly you’ll block the path.”
Cas sighed. “Dean, how many times will i tell you. I. Did not. Know.”
”Fuck that damn i did not know!” Dean yelled. “Your an angel, and angels should be smart and.. wise. But your.. different.”
”Dean please, can we just-“
“Your brain is different, your clothes are different, your attitude is different, everything about you is Different.”
Sam watched them at the table, thinking if he should intervene, maybe not. Cas exhaled with his nose, completely about to burst. “Why not tell that, to yourself.” Cas hissed his expression tensing, stepping closer, dean tried to talk but he interrupted him immediately. “Y’know dean, could you ever just take a minute and look at the mirror, analyze yourself, listen to yourself. How you talk, how you move, how you stare, how you solve problems, like this. Is it not obvious.”
Dean chuckles, bitterly. “Analyze myself? Im good, perfectly fine! but you? no.”
Cas smiled, sarcastically, but that lasted for just a second. “You dont take things seriously, i dragged you out of hell and i can throw you back in, remember that line? Ofcourse you do, i know it haunts you every-night, dean.”
Sam stood, slowly approaching the heated two. “Okay, that’s enough.”
Dean glanced at him, threatening, cas continued. “Keep your opinions, to yourself.” He spoke, his tone different, it sounded like it could slice the thickening air.
Dean narrows his eyes, like he planned to do something suddenly his hand moved, reached down and grabbed his gun, pointing it aimly at cas’s chest, cas didnt flinch, he just blinked, while sam, well. “Dean, dont.” Sam tried to stop him.
”Selfish little brat.” Dean growled. “You think your better? Just because your an angel, doesnt mean you could destroy the world.”
”What if i can?” Cas simple asked, a simple question, that had a deep meaning, dean glared at him.
”You can try, but your not enough.”
Cas blinked once again, pausing for a moment. “Shoot me, go on.” Dean’s finger tightened around the trigger, his rage building up.
”Dean, just calm down.” Sam said, placing a hand onto his shoulder firmly, dean didnt tug it off, instead, the pulled it, shooting cas, directly on his heart, he still didnt flinch though, he just stared at dean, disappointed or rather disbelief.
”Get the fuck out of here, and dont come back.” He spoke, cas smiled slightly, nodding, maybe because he understands now, before vanishing.
“Dean, what the hell!” Sam shouted, dean puts down his weapon.
”Why do you even-“
”Why do i even care? Because your the problem dean, you always start a fight.”
Dean approaches the table, chuckling. “That’s me, i like fights, you cant change me.”
Sam scoffs. “Whatever, im leaving.” He grabs his bag and heads out, shutting the door roughly, dean sighed deeply.
Days passed, then weeks, and then months, almost a year, cas hasn't come back. A sign, a letter from him, even a sight of him, Nothing, at first dean didnt really care about it saying ‘he’ll come back soon or later, begging’ but still, no angel in a trench coat, no castiel. Now their in a different motel, 2 rooms, 1 bathroom and a small, very small living room for 17 dollars a momth, great deal! But they needed to pay 2 dollars every time they flush the toilet, weird but its fine.
Sam left, to visit bobby, yesterday they haunted, killed ghosts, demons and other supernatural stuff, while they did, dean, well not that energetic, sometimes they failed, because of him. Today it was 7:03pm, sam hasnt come back home yet, dean was in his dark room, laid down in his bed, sobbing, wishing he didnt say those words before, didnt be a selfish stupid asshole.
He couldnt breath, he couldnt talk, he couldnt even move, he was exhausted, he just sobbed alone, no one to be the person to let out his problems and hurts, no shoulders to cry on, just him with his hands on his face. “Cas,” he abled to croak out, his body shuddered. “Please come back.” He whispered, like a prayer.
Suddenly he heard gentle rustling inside the room, it wasnt outside for sure, it was close, it caught his attention, dean sat up while sniffling, looking around then something caught his eye, a faint of glowing light on the corner, you couldnt see it at first but if you stared at it longer, you would notice.
”Cas?” Dean called, hoping it was really castiel, this time. Then thats where dean hitted, the smell he truly missed, flowers and dust? Oh my fucking god, castiel? CASTIEL?
Without any word, he quickly rushed to that figure and hugged it tightly, oh my fucking fuck god it is castiel, he missed the scent of cas, how comfortable it is if you hugged him, his cold neck and hands. “Dean,” cas spoke, his tone gentle.
Dean pulled away, cupping his face, he stared to carress his lips and cheeks with his thumb, gently ofcourse. “Cas, its really you.” Dean spoke, about to cry. He hugged him again, tighter. “Cas- castiel im so sorry.” Cas shivered as dean called his full name, cas hugged him back.
“Ive missed you so much.” He said, as tears slid down his cheeks, down to cas’s coat.
“You should rest, dean.” Cas whispered as he pulled away, cas grabbed his hand softly, and pulled him towards the bed, made him laid down, then he let go.
”Cas-“
”I need to go, dean.”
His eyes widen, horror. “What? No- no, dont please.”
Cas sighed softly. “I apologize but i-“
”If this is about the day i made you leave, and never come back-.. Cas, im sorry, please.” Dean grabbed his hand, with both hands, pleading.
Cas didnt speak for a moment, maybe he was deciding, he couldnt just forgive dean. “Dean, im sorry but, i cant.”
Dean frowned, he pulled cas hand closer, but cas tugged it away, still gentle though, dean felt him turning around to leave but he quickly stood, grabbing cas’s arm, and kneeled infront of him, he didnt care if he looked hilarious, he just wanted for cas to forgive him. “Castiel, im so sorry. Im really sorry.” Dean cried out, placing kisses on cas’s hands. And cas tugged it away, again.
”Dean, i cant forgive you that easily, its-“ suddenly dean hugged him, wrapping his hands around his legs tightly, this time cas couldnt walk away.
”Cas, please.” He cried out again. “I love you, cas.”
Cas was shock, he loved him too, he should forgive him, but something was stopping him. “Then prove it.” He said.
Dean looked up, he couldnt see cas’s face clearly, he didnt care. He quickly stood, and kissed him almost making cas stumble back, he kissed him everywhere, at the lips, at the cheeks, at his forehead, his neck, hands, anywhere he could. “Cas, im sorry.” dean whispered, kissing him on the cheeks. “Im really sorry.”
Before cas could respond, he quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bed, made him laid down, then he laid down beside him, cas scooted away, showing coldness at first, but dean pulled him again, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “Please, im so sorry.” He pleaded, cas couldnt help but frown slightly, he felt sad for dean, he didnt want him to plead for forgiveness, but its just not that easy.
”Dean,” cas spoke, looking at him, dean hoped he was gonna say- “i.. forgive you.”
His eyes widened, then smiled, dean climbed on top of him then kissed him again, desperate, and cas kissed him back. “I missed you.” Dean mumbled.
Cas pulled away. “I know.” He whispered, then kissed him again, then dean’s lips trailed down to his neck, gently nipping and kissing it, cas whimpered, he pulled away.
”Promise me,” cas started, grabbing dean’s shoulder tightly but not painful. “You will change, no more fighting, no more drinking, no more foul language.”
Dean quickly nodded, quickly nodded. “I promise.”
”Do you really?”
”Yes, i really promise.” Then dean kissed him again, more gentle.
Days passed, sam knew cas came back, but he didnt know what really happened between them, dean and sam were in the living room, they sat on the table, near the open window, cas was in the bathroom.
”You really think that man is weird? For me he’s hilarious!” Dean chuckled, taking a sip on his beer, sam didnt knew what they promised about, dean forgot about it.
Sam shrugged. “He just seems... creepy, y’know?”
”Damn creepy.. yeah okay.” Suddenly the bathroom door opened, cas went out, dean looked at him but then he remembered something, before cas could even see, he quickly throwed the beer out of the window, shifting his position, into more proper.
Cas was wiping his hands with a towel, sam glanced at cas then back dean. “What was that for?” Sam asked, looking out the window, worried someone couldve got hurt by it.
Cas looks at them, smiling slightly. “Hi.. cas.” Dean simply said, sam furrowed his brows.
”Ahh, i get it now..” Sam grinned, crossing his arms as he watched the two.