— dean. —
"hello, dean."
cas is back.
it's been four months,
and cas is finally back.
it feels foreign falling off his tongue. "cas is back." it doesn't feel real. it's been a few hours since sam left his room, and he keeps reliving the moment. the moment he turned the corner of the hall, he was met with the prettiest blue eyes. and somehow, having castiel a room away makes it better. he won't admit it but just seeing him. it was enough to get him out of his funk.
he cleaned his room and started laundry. took a shower, put on cologne, and switched to water. dean even shaved, all because cas was back. "looks good." a voice chips from the entrance of his doorway, dean turns to him and sees his brother, sam. he's scanning the room with his eyes and nodding in approval. "thanks," dean replies flatly, he was finishing wiping down his guns, placing them back on the wall. "i'm making dinner tonight, also the dryer beeped." sam said, earning a nod from his older brother.
after a few moments dean finishes picking up his room, retreating to the closet to put away the cleaning supplies he used and to go check on his laundry. one whole other load to go, he places his dry clothes into the basket and transfers a load from the washer into the dryer. he makes his way back to his room, folding the rest of his clothes that were in the basket and putting them away.
he was officially finished with everything. not much he could do now, maybe organize what he kept in his drawers again, or turn the tv on and find something to watch. maybe drink, but honestly, the idea of drinking didn't sound appealing to him. might as well go check on his brother, see what he's cooking, see if he can find something to pick on, maybe the fact he needs a haircut or sense of style, he'd find something, there was a lot of material to work with.
dean walked out of his room, following the hall towards the kitchen when he hears two voices speaking indistinctly. dean leaned against the wall closest to the kitchen hoping he wasn't seen, completely forgetting about castiel being here now. he couldn't simply walk into the kitchen and be all cheery, he was supposed to be upset, furious even. and he was, that wasn't something he needed to fake.
cas had been gone for four months, almost five.
not a single call, text, voicemail, or even a drop-in.
he comes back, acting like nothing happened, and dean's honestly sick of him taking off for months at a time and then coming back without repercussions. the last time he did this dean literally screwed him, even though it was because he had an issue with heaven, but he was only gone for a month, barely. it was almost a month.
he could shake that off, especially because cause cas came back all bloody and beaten. he did leave a voicemail and did leave a text. this time was different, and dean couldn't shake it off easily. not this time, not with the circumstances that made him leave, not the fact that cas listened to those voicemails. the fact that he deleted or blocked his number.
"can you pass me the steak seasoning?" he hears sam say, hearing a rustle of the cabinets, before sam spoke a small, "thanks." dean didn't exactly like that he couldn't see anything so he moved closer, right near the edge of the wall, peaking from his little corner, he had enough space and enough room to view the two men. castiel is leaning against the kitchen counter, both hands gripping the edges. he looks so good, even with his face dirty, his hair messy, and his clothes torn up, he just always looks good.
"smells good," castiel finally speaks, his voice sounds raspy to dean, almost making the human worry. "i know right? sucks you can't eat it." he looked over to castiel who let out a sigh and nodded, "i don't understand why we had to be created without a taste for food." he smiles, and dean feels warmth pool inside his stomach.
