Missing You

Chapter Nine: Chick Flick Moments

Dean:

It was nearly two before he got another email and when he did it was one he knew he could answer on his own. Cas was worried about the mark. Of course he would be. Dean was at his absolute worst when he had it, even going over to the dark side for a few months, but he and Sam had taken care of that little problem courtesy of Crowley more than six months prior, so now if he was an ass, it was his own fault entirely. He shot off a quick response:

Cas,
I told you I would find a way to get rid of it, and I did. The only thing upsetting me nowadays is not being able to talk to you, to hear your voice. Please call me when you get a chance.

He hoped he didn't sound cheesy. This entire experience was starting to wander dangerously close to chick flick material (Oh who was he trying to kid? He had waded into it clear up to his neck) and that was just not him, but this was Cas, and Cas was more important than anything. He had showered, shaved, taken extra time grooming just to pass time at all. Charlie was fooling around on her laptop while watching old episodes of some cartoon he vaguely remembered from his chilhood. Sam had texted to ask if they'd found Cas yet, and he had lied. If he said yes Sam would want to know the reasons for not just marching up to him and saying exactly how he felt. Again, that was not Dean. As three o'clock approached he began to pace. "Dean. He's still at the school. Relax." She said as she watched him. "He's not calling or emailing anymore. Why?" He stopped to look at her, irritation the prominent emotion on his face. "Because he's probably doing his job, whatever it is. When he texted earlier I bet he was on lunch. I'm sure you'll get a call or text when he gets off work." She assured him. He chewed on the inside of his cheek and began pacing again. She was right, he was reading too much into it. Why did he have to even fall in love in the first place? He stopped short when that thought crossed his mind. Love. This really was love. This went beyond anything he had ever felt for anyone before and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. Mostly it was just terrifying. Charlie realizing he had stopped pacing looked back at him, noting the look of abject terror on his face. "What's the matter?" He shook his head. "Nothing!" He said quickly. He had known how much he cared about Cas, and that he loved him, but the realization that he was IN love with him was absolutely mind blowing. He'd never been in love before, not even with Lisa, though he had tried so very hard to feel something that deep for her. Nothing compared to how he felt with Cas, and nothing had torn at him like Cas leaving and cutting off all ties. He never wanted anything so much as did now for his phone to ring. Eventually his legs grew tired and he sat down on the edge of his bed. This motel was cheap and didn't have a sofa, and Charlie was kicked back in her bed, leaning back against the headboard. "Ready to go?" She asked at five thirty. His heary leapt into his throat rendering him speechless. He nodded dumbly. "Alrighty then, let's go get your boyfriend!" She was up off the bed and heading for the door already. "He's not my boyfriend." He said as he followed her out the door. "Oh, he will be, and so much more too!" She pinched his cheek before climbing into the passenger seat of the Impala. He slid behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition. It was now or never.