Missing You

Chapter Two: My Brother's In Love With An Angel

Chapter Two

Castiel:

It was spontaneous his decision to buy a new phone. He happened to be in Walmart to buy himself some socks and there was a display of prepaid phones sitting right there. He hadn't spoken to Claire in a long while and thought it might be nice to give her a call. Or maybe even call Dean. He shook that last thought out of his head. Dean didn't like human Cas and wouldn't want him around, or at least that was what he kept telling himself. But he bought the phone anyway. It was a smartphone and he found that he was somewhat excited to have internet access again, even if it was in a limited capacity. He was surprised that his email address was still valid when he first logged into Google. He had only started an email because Sam had insisted he should have one for the transference of documents, but it was Dean that had chosen the actual address when Cas hadn't been able to think of one. "Angelwings_67. You know, cause you're an angel. And '67 is the year my Impala was made. It was a good year." Dean had been in a good mood that day, watching Sam set the email up for him and teaching him how to access it, how to send and receive the emails, and how to do downloads. It had made Cas glad to see Dean so happy and he had smiled with him. He now sat in his tiny room at the Men's Center which was barely bigger than a closet with his phone, reading and catching up on the news he had been avoiding, and naturally his curiosity led him to see if there were signs of any supernatural activity anywhere nearby. Back at the store the sales rep had asked him if he had any contacts he wanted to add to the phone. He had exactly three, and he had added them, knowing full well he would never call two of them. It was just comforting knowing that the numbers were in his phone should he ever need them for anything. He wished he had a picture of Dean, something with which to remember his smile, those green eyes that were so intense and serious yet warm and caring at the same time. He closed his eyes then, pushing away the ache that was in his heart at the memory of his old friend. He found a card game in the playstore and downloaded it, using it as a pleasant distraction from calling his old friends. Anything was better than hearing the rejection he was so afraid he'd hear in Dean's voice.

Charlie:

Charlie had decided a few days in Kansas was a good idea if it meant helping Dean find Cas. He was in serious denial and she needed to knock that right out of him. He was pining for his lost love and she could see how much it was irritating Sam, even if he didn't realize exactly what was going on with Dean. She took him aside one afternoon while Dean was out on a food run. "Hey, I've noticed Dean's been a bit cranky lately." She sucked at being casual but she tried anyway. He looked up at her, one eyebrow raised, a smirk on his face. "A bit? He's biting my head off on almost a daily basis. Something has crawled up his butt and died." He said with a bitter laugh. "Yeah, about that. I know what's wrong." She said. His expression changed to one of interest. "Yeah? What?" "Cas." She replied, simply. Sam pursed his lips as he thought about that. "You know, you'r right. Ever since Cas cut out of here he hasn't been the same. I guess Cas could classify as his best friend." Charlie leaned closer, excitement gleaming in her eyes. "Oh, I think it's more than just friendship. Dean started opening up last night over tequila shots. He's in a lot of pain. He's hurt and angry and he wants Cas back in his life." "What? Charlie, do you realize what you're implying? You're saying my brother is in love with an angel!" Even as the words left his mouth he realized they were true. "Oh shit..." Charlie nodded eagerly. "Yes oh shit! What are the chances Cas feels the same way about him?" She asked. Sam thought for a minute. "Well, now that you mention it they were always looking at each other. Like Dean would be watching Cas when he thought he wasn't looking, and then he'd look away and Cas would be doing the same thing. And he always seemed to light up at anything Dean said. Even letting him give him that cheesy email address. Anything Dean wanted or suggested, Cas was game for." He chuckled at the thought. "Holy shit, my brother's in love with an angel." "Email address? Do you remember it? If he's still using it we should be able to track him." She was already pulling her laptop open. "Angelwings_67. At gmail." He moved his chair closer and leaned over so he could see what she was doing on the screen. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she tracked the email address. "I got him." She said thirty minutes later. "He's in Chicago." She looked up triumphantly. "You have to teach me that trick. It takes me a lot longer to do that." He said. "Dean and I are going to go get him." She said as she pulled her phone from her pocket. "Dean's not going to go." Same said, shaking his head. "You underestimate your brother. The only thing that has stopped him thus far is the belief that Cas might be dead. We're going to go to Chicago and find him!" Sam frowned as he watched her dial Dean's number. "What if someone else has that email address now?" He asked. She reached up and squished his cheeks between her hands. "Have faith Sam, have faith in true love!"