Collection of Destiel

Missing An Angel

Dean's phone lit up with a vibration just as he shuffled himself into the driver's seat of his impala. As he relaxed back into the seat, he pulled the phone up to his face and saw that the message that awaited him was from his angel.

"GoT is on again." The words typed by Castiel sent Dean's face cringing in an uncomfortably wide smile.

Without paying attention to Sam's bitch face from the passenger seat, Dean quickly hunched over his phone and typed as quickly as his calloused fingers could let him. "Thnks, Cas. But I don't need the update every time it is on."

Pocketing the phone in his jacket, Dean gripped the steering wheel and peered to the side only to meet his younger brother's questioning stare. It had been two and a half weeks into this hunt, and during that time Dean was worried about leaving newly human Cas back at the bunker for such a long period of time. But as much as he didn't want to leave Cas, he knew that the angel wasn't ready to get out on a hunt yet. Cas was still learning the ropes of being a mortal. Middle ground: cell phones.

"He needed to ask me something." Dean lied as he turned back in his seat and reached for the ignition. Unfortunately, his pocket vibrated again.

"Why is he always needing to ask you stuff? You'd think he wouldn't be that unfamiliar with human customs. He watched over humanity for like eternity." Sam rolled his eyes but focused out the window.

Dean grabbed his phone with more excitement than he would like to admit. The phone screen flashed on and a quite lengthy message opened for him. "It is your favorite and it makes me think of you. When will you be back? I went to the store yesterday but I don't understand why there is so many of one thing and why they all cost differently. It confuses me how humans shop. I hope you won't be too much longer. You missed three GoT. That is a lot of events to miss, Dean."

Smirking, Dean quickly typed back as he got completely sucked into the thought of Castiel curled up on the couch in the bunker grasping his phone and waiting for a text from him. Dean wished he could just be there, but he quickly discarded the notion.

"I can catch up. I cant talk now I need to drive us to the motel. Call you when I get there?"

Dean didn't even have the chance to darken his phone screen before a message popped up. "I would like that, Dean."

An idea drifted into Dean's mind as he pocketed his phone and pulled the car out from the police station. Cas was probably sitting there on the couch watching this show and thinking of him. He knew that Cas hated all the violence and sex that Game of Thrones aired, but his angel never missed an episode. Not even when he was tired, no Cas was always there right beside Dean eating a snack and asking him about all the characters.

"You think Cas is doing okay on his own?" Dean asked suddenly as he peered over at his brother a moment.

Sam shrugged and wiped at his eyes. "He was an angel of the Lord, I think he can handle a few weeks by himself. It's not like he is a baby."

Dean grinned at what he had said before, about Cas being a baby in a trench coat. He knew that it had hurt Cas, but now they could look back and laugh about it. Because sometimes Cas was a baby. He was grouchy in the morning, possessive over anything he had his hands on, and most importantly he asked questions round the clock until both brothers wanted to put an angel blade between their eyes.

"I know, I just worry." Instantly he hated the word choice. Obviously he cared for Cas, but it was just a platonic thing.

Sam propped up an eyebrow as he searched his brother's hardened face. "Worry? Dean, he is fine."