Moving On (Destiel)

64: How to give the readers everything they want. More or less. :))

A year changes people.

It really did.

That was a constant stone on Cas' heart. Yet not what he was thinking as he waited for the door to open and Dean to step out, after three years, after everything. No, he wasn't thinking anything at all, not from the moment he laid eyes upon the person he loved most in this world.

It was when Dean saw him that his eyes began to sparkle, glowing even with a more intensive blue than before. He could only see Dean, everything else was blurred out. That's why even over the distance, Cas could see Dean's eyes widen, his mouth forming a rare soft smile that was only ever reserved to him. They started towards each other at the same moment, meeting in the middle of the parking lot. Because when two stars collide, it doesn't matter whether it's day or night, sun or moon. It'll always be an explosion.

Here coming in form of a gentle hug. Cas pressed his head onto Dean's shoulder and held him tight, not planning on letting go. Like, ever. Dean's hands stroked over his back and came up at the back of his head, holding him in place, as close to his own body as possible. No words were needed. It was just them, like they'd always been.

"I promise I will make it quick", Dean suddenly whispered, and Cas felt his body stiffen, preparing for anything. But as it turned out, Dean was only talking about interrupting their wholesome togetherness.

"I just have to get one thing out there: I missed you, Cas."

Relief flooded through Cas, mixed with happiness he didn't know he needed for a slight smile to creep up. A smile of a whole lot bigger meaning than you'd first think. 'Cause it was a first these days. These months, even.

"And I have to tell you the truth on this one, Dean", he whispered back, "I missed you, too." It was then when he felt the tears coming, and he laughed. Laughed, cried, tears of joy, tears of pain, every emotion that he held back coming out all of the sudden, disappearing in the warm comfort of his boyfriend's chest where he knew they would be safe.

Dean had his arms wrapped around him for a long time, his chin setting on Cas messy black hair, kissing it once in a while, wetting them with tears of his own.

It felt like forever and a half when they finally – but reluctantly – pulled apart, Dean's hands still on Cas' arms. "So", he said, somehow rough. It might be the sexiest sound Cas had ever heard, but no, not now.

"So", Cas said too, then added in hesitant tone, but he didn't dare let Dean speak again before he hadn't made his own priorities clear. Not that Dean suggested they'd stop touching, or something insane like that. "Can you hug me again? It made me very happy."

Dean laughed a little, but then shook his head. "As much as I'd love to, I love to see your face even more. I haven't seen it in too long, and for nothing in the world I could trade it now."

"That sounds all chick-flick to me", Cas said teasingly. "What happened to you, Dean?"

"Three years of prison", Dean answered sincerely, but then broke out in a laugh, "I'd much prefer any chick flick with you than anything without you. And we gotta catch up with all the feels we missed."

"You know what feeling I missed?" Cas said, leaning in. His lips softly brushed over Dean's, almost not touching them just to keep the suspense in the air.

"I can only guess", Dean breathed out; but then couldn't hold himself back anymore and pressed his lips against Cas', desperately and full of desire. Cas felt his temperature rising, the blood speeding up to his head, heat filling his whole body as he wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, pulling his head closer, his hands clung to his hair, while Dean was busy stroking his hands from Cas's cheeks over his shoulders and bare upper arms, then grabbing his hands, which caused Cas to shudder pleasantly.