The Aftermath

.1.

"I love you"
"Cas- don't do this-

"Cas! CAS! CA-"
Dean wakes up with a start, sweating all over, the memories of the confession still fresh and haunting.
it's been a week since his best friend of 12 years confessed to him.
the man who rebelled against heaven for him, the man who loved the world for him, the man who valued Dean's happiness over his own, the man he loved but never got to say it, the man he raised a child with, the man who's dead.
Dean knew he had to do something, anything, to get Cas back. He couldn't just give up on him so easily. After everything they've been through. Dean knew he wasn't doing this because one angel had gripped him tight and raised him from predetion all those years back, he was doing this because Castiel was more than just an angel, he was the love of his life.

He pushed his bedsheets aside and stood up, stretching. Ten minutes later, he was sitting in the kitchen, looking up anything significant on the empty while a plate of bacon lay in front of him.
he took a sip from his beer as sam walked in.
"Dean, you've been on the lore for a week now, you know"
"Yes Sammy I know but, I can't just give up on him"
"Dean-"
"Sam, he told me he loved me. He told me he loved me and I just stood there. I couldn't even say it back Sam i-"
"It's ok Dean I understand but you really need to move on you know? there's nothing we can do. I mean, God has no juice left, we don't know where Jack is and all the archangels are dead. Even death is dead. Again."
Dean brushed off this mild attempt at a joke and went back to his laptop.
The entire day was spent again on beer, research and exhaustion. By the time Dean finally decided to give up for the day, it was around 1 in the morning.
He heaved a heavy sigh, shutting off his laptop with a click. Putting it on his bed, he had just laid down and closed his eyes when
*woosh*
his eyes fluttered open as someone said with that old raspy voice
"Hello Dean"~