Moving On (Destiel)

50: uuuhhhh fifty chapter break what's gonna haaaappen

A/N: okay I had other things planned for this chapter... but last chapter got so long... UGH. I wanted this chapter to have something special, now that has to wait a chapter... I hate that. You don't understand how much I hate that. The one thing I have set to a certain chapter point – AHH

It was about dawn-time, and even though Cas lay in peaceful silence next to each other, relishing in their boyfriend's presence. Dean couldn't be happier. He had finally spilled truth for Cas – or at least a major part of it – and instead of judging, Cas had been super supportive and comforted him and the fact he wasn't mad but only concerned about Dean's happiness made Dean want to cry. 

Actually, really want to cry. Shed tears. Let them out. Because for once in his life, Dean hadn't been hit with prejudice and disappointment, but actually care.

But unlike usual, he didn't need to cry – usually, he wouldn't either, but he knew from time to time it would be healthy to cry, and he ignored that – but now? Now he was bursting with relief and happiness about Cas' acceptance that almost had him in tears of joy, but there was no urge for it. No painful itch. Just this overwhelming feeling that he was finally where he belonged.

"Dean..."

"Yes?", Dean got himself ready for the conversation Castiel was about to start. Probably still the same topic as yesterday, but Dean didn't mind. He got the heavy burden off his chest – even though it still crushed his shoulders – and he told Cas pretty much everything. If he wanted to know a few details more here and there, it wouldn't kill him. Nothing could kill his good mood right now.

"Good morning."

Dean's lips involuntarily twisted into a smile. "Good mornin', sunshine."

Cas snuggled closer to his chest, for once not complaining about the nickname. They stayed like for another while, Dean seeing a glimmer of the sun rising somewhere through Cas' window.

"You're not in the business anymore, are you?", Cas eventually asked, his stained voice revealing that he had debated for several minutes whether it was okay to ask that or not.

Dean got a troubled look in his eyes, but Cas could luckily not see him. "What makes you think that?"

"You don't get calls anymore. You seem happier, and less stressed all in all-"

"Ever thought I might be happy because of you?", Dean grinned and kissed Cas' nose, but his eyes weren't laughing along.

"Well, duh," Cas said. "But it's also something Z&A mentioned..."

"What did they say?", Dean stiffened and his grip must have become harder 'cause Cas rolled around in order to rub softly over his arms to reassure him. "Not much, really. Nothing to worry about. Just that you don't have any "power" anymore... and I guess that something must have happened, then."

"It did," Dean nodded and was quiet for a few moments. Cas waited patiently.

"Remember the time you wanted to apologize but I yelled it you because I was so stressed out and angry and nothing seemed to go right? Well... it was because I was expected at a court later that day..." Dean trailed off and forced out the words that his case was harmless, that he only had been caught with a few drugs, nothing serious. 

He didn't know why he lied, but he just couldn't bring himself to reveal in just how much trouble he was. He didn't want to worry Cas, and Cas would definitely be worried – and paranoid – when he found out about his punishment.

Besides, he didn't plan on wasting his "second chance", so with some luck, in two years the parole was over and Cas would never know. Or only know when it was all long over.