Imaginary Lover

Chapter 15

A/N- I have succeeded in writing another chapter. Holy crap I can't believe this story is at 3.6k. I made it long, I hope you like it :3

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Dean was slowly recovering from the absolute disastrous betrayal by the love of his life. His cuts had healed over but some were slower than others. The one good thing was that he'd decided to leave his room after only four days. Sam and his mother were very relieved and his recuperation gave them hope that he'd get over his pain sooner rather than later.

In all honesty, Dean knew why he was getting better; he'd forgiven Castiel. The past few days of introspection had led him to the conclusion that even though he'd been angry at him, he hadn't meant any of the words- he loved Cas more than life itself. The more he contemplated over everything, the more he got the urge to see Cas. His notebook was filling up with happier things now. The poems he wrote weren't as depressing, the stories had happier endings and his art was dedicated to Cas- it was all about that one sapphire eyed boy and he had never felt better.

After helping his mom with cleaning up after dinner, he made his way to Sam's room. When he reached it, he stood for a moment before he knocked softly.

"Hey Sammy? Can I come in?", he asked softly.

The door sprung open and Sam ushered him in. "What's on your mind?", he asked as they both sat down on the bed.

"Have you heard from Gabriel?" There was no point to beating around the bush. As far as he could tell, the younger Novak hadn't come over though he thought he heard him arguing on the phone late at night and even thought he heard Castiel once though he could be wrong.

Sam stiffened. "Uh...", he fumbled for words. "Not really, no."

"Sammy did you stop seeing Gabriel because of Cas and I?" He couldn't bear the thought of his brother breaking it off with his best friend because of him.

"Dean...", Sam trailed off. "It's more complicated than that."

"Stop being vague and tell me."

Sam sighed and launched into the explanation he'd convinced himself of, "You have to understand, you weren't in good shape and if I kept being friends with Gabe, I thought you might get upset because you might get reminded of Castiel."

So it is because of me, Dean thought. "I don't want you to stop seeing him just because of that. It isn't fair to you. Sam, call him up and make it right."

"Dean, come on!"

"No buts, Sam! Call him and make it right." With those last words, he stepped out of his brother's room and walked to his, feeling a little less guilty. Sitting at his bedside, he checked his phone. Dead, of course.

He plugged it in to the charger and headed off for a shower to calm his mind down.

The second he got out, he made a beeline for his phone and checked it, he wasn't disappointed. There weren't a 'few' texts. There were, fifty seven text messages and all of them were from Cas. The latest one had been sent yesterday. Dean went through them, a frown on his face. The gist of them was that he missed Dean and wanted him back, what Dean didn't understand is why they stopped a day ago.

What if something happened to him? Concern and anxiety pooled in his gut as he read through them again before deciding he needed to go and check up on him. Yes, it was past midnight but he doubted his parents were back. Walking over to his closet, he grabbed on some sweats and a hoodie along with his shoes and quietly made his way downstairs. He walked into the kitchen and looked around for a piece of paper. Finding one, he quickly scribbled a note telling his mom he was going to Cas's to check up on him, just in case someone woke up. He pushed his glasses up to keep them from slipping and grabbed the keys to the Impala and softly opened the front door and slipped out into the night.