Moving On (Destiel)

15: Texting time

A/N: After experimenting around with both third POV centered around Cas, and then Dean, I must say that writing them feels entirely different, and I'm sure you can tell through my writing. Or idk if you can. If you do, I hope it doesn't bother you as much.

Cas's phone buzzed while sitting on the couch with Gabriel and watching Good Omens. 

It hadn't been his idea; Gabriel practically forced him, but at this point, he was enjoying the show. It was 90% consisting of gay, and while usually gay couples in movies or shows that had zero chemistry and were only there for the benefit of the audience made Cas cringe, knowing this LGBTQ+ character was only in it because it was denounced nowadays if you did not have at least one of them, but the showrunners didn't put their heart in it – with Good Omens it was different, and Cas felt comfortable watching Crowley and Aziraphale interact with each other.

 The show was actually hilarious, causing even Cas to burst out laughing time to time.

At first, he didn't even notice the vibration, but then his attention was driven to it a second time. He wondered who that could be; nobody except Gabriel ever texted him – and Gabriel was next to him right now – partly because nobody else had his number. Well... besides...

Dean.

Cas tensed, realizing Dean must have texted him. He couldn't tell it to his brother, because Gabriel would just make fun out of Cas for getting so excited over a simple text message, and then demand to know what was up with Dean. 

So, the only thing Cas ended up doing was watching TV the rest of the evening, laughing along the gay jokes of the show and understanding half of Gabe's good portion of sex jokes, not getting the other half.

After a few minutes he managed to banish the constant urge to check his phone, but the message had brought Dean Winchester's image in front of his eyes again, clear and beautiful, and although Good Omens had distracted him successfully before, Cas just couldn't give himself over to it again, brought back to reality again.

"Night, Cassie," Gabriel called when Cas stood up and thanked his brother for the pleasant evening. 

"I wish you a good night, too, Gabe," he answered and made his way upstairs. Instead of preparing for the night by changing and closing the window, he jumped on his bed and unlocked his phone. 

He was smiling already, but it faded when it wasn't Dean who texted him.

A week – no, actually, a day ago, he'd be happy to hear from someone in general, but now that he had expected it to be Dean, he was disappointed. He had two messages – one private and one from a group chat.

He opened the WhatsApp-Group of his Climate-And-Environment-Rights Club. He loved the club since he loved to help people and animals, and he was convinced that certain measures had to be taken in time to slow down climate change, as it already was too late to fully stop it. But fact was, things couldn't go on like that, and Cas participated in making a difference. 

He could not always just follow the existing rules; sometimes you had to rebel, stand up and do what you thought was right.

Sure, the CAER-Club who said of itself to take CARE of things was mainly consisting of nerds and Cas, but Cas always felt like home being with them; they were a small "community" that gave him the feeling of warmth and affection like a family. 

So, they usually discussed the crappy politic of this country, especially the topic of the climate and environment, and ended up exchanging CD's and video games and books and just having fun as friends. Friends who agreed that life was shit and the climate change was shit and something had to be done but had no means to change anything and were pissed off together about it.