Missing You

Chapter 12: Can't Get My Mind Off of You

Cas:

Once he was inside his room Cas realized he was anything but tired. If anything he was wide awake. He plugged his phone in and changed into the tee shirt and shorts he wore to bed most nights but he found that he was a bundle of nerves. Dean had come to Chicago for him! Dean had said he loved him! It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn't said it back and that made him feel absolutely awful. Dean had never let him so close before, and had certainly never held his hand before. His hand still tingled from the memory of Dean's twined together with his. He was beginning to understand the things that the girls in the hallways at the school would talk about when they gushed about whatever boy they were dating or had a crush on. He tried not to listen to their conversations but sometimes it was next to impossible. They talked about the fluttering in their stomachs when a certain boy walked by, or how their heart would start to race if that boy looked their way. They talked about how dizzy they'd get if he smiled at them, or touched them. These were all things that Dean did to him. He found it slighly odd that he was relating to teenage girls but then again, he'd never had a real relationship, and neither had most of those girls. His phone jingled and as he laid down in the bed he picked it up to see what notification it was for. It was a text this time from Dean.

Just wanted to say goodnight. Sweet dreams. I know, cheesy, but well, it's what people say.

Cas smiled so wide his cheeks began to hurt, but he couldn't stop. He lay there wondering what to say back to him. Thanks for dinner? That sounded trite. Thanks for driving hundreds of miles to come see me? No, he had something better he could come up with. He wanted to write something more personal. He was getting the hang of the whole flirting thing and it was actually rather fun, but this was something that came from his heart.

Thank you. I wish you sweet dreams too Dean. Oh, I forgot to tell you something earlier.

He left it at that and waited to see if Dean would respond.

You did? What?

I forgot to tell you that I love you too.

He felt as though he were floating, and it was a wonderful feeling. He understood now the joy that came with finding someone you could love completely, and why some people would search their entire lives just to capture this exact feeling. His phone jingled again and someone pounded on the wall. He turned the volume down on his phone and opened the next text.

You have no idea how happy it makes me to read those words. I love you Cas, I'll see you tomorrow.

Cas laid his head back against his pillow and closed his eyes, certain he would never be able to fall asleep, but indeed he did. He dreamed of Dean in his arms, safe, loved, and in his sleep he smiled.