Collection of Destiel

Between Flights

Prompt from anon: dean and cas are both stuck in an airport at like 2 in the morning and they get to know each other.

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"What do you mean you can't get here for another hour? I told you I would be here-" Dean's voice rose as he sat himself down in one of the uncomfortable terminal lobby chairs and grasped his iphone to his face.

"I am sorry Dean, but there is a storm that just breezed through and the roads are wrecked to shit. I would be there, but I kind of cant get on the road." Sam groaned into the phone and swore under his breath. "I promise it won't be too much longer."

Dean rolled his eyes and hung up the phone. His mind was fuzzy from the flight and the utter exhaustion he felt now wearing on his entire body. The flight in had been eight hours and all he wanted was a warm bed and a comfortable pillow. Most flights he took for work left him at airports at odd hours of the night so he wasn't that upset about it.

Someone took a seat a few chairs down but Dean barely took notice. The soreness around his eyes had him rubbing furiously across his face and making him feel like at any moment he could just lay his head down and pass out. He hated flying but he hated the grogginess that came after he landed on the ground.

"Anna, listen, it's all right. The flight was delayed until the afternoon. They aren't sending me out into the storm I promise." A low patient voice spoke from Dean's left. "No, listen I will call you when I am about to leave. I will be fine. Don't worry." A slight pause and an exhausted sigh. "I love you, too. Just remember to feed Floyd for me. Good night."

Dean tilted his head and looked out through his fingers to see a man sitting a few chairs away with his phone in his hands. He instantly recognized the exhausted look on the stranger's face and the baggy bruised appearance of his face. Dean sighed and thought, 'another guy that is stuck at an airport at two in the morning'.

The man turned and their eyes locked a moment. Dean saw a glint of oceanic blue that almost took his breath away. But the man soon turned his glace away and back at his phone as he thumbed softly against the screen.

"You stuck, too?" Dean asked. He figured he might as well make some conversation and hope it wouldn't let him fall asleep.

The man looked back up at him and shrugged slightly. "Storm delayed my flight to Los Angeles."

Dean ran his hand through his hair and still felt like he would nod off at any moment. "My brother can't get his car through the roads to pick me up. What a major bitch this storm is."

"To say the least." The man rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. "I have an important meeting tomorrow evening and if I miss it, the partners at my firm are going to fire me."

"They should understand that the storm-"

"They couldn't care less about the weather." The man groaned lightly and hunched over a little. "I was supposed to have been there already, but I missed my flight earlier in the week because my niece was in a car accident and I went to the hospital."

"Oh shit, man. I am sorry. Is she okay?" Dean found himself moving over in his chair toward the man.

"Yeah, she is fine. Just a couple bumps and bruises." The man turned a little more to face Dean. "I am Castiel Novak."

"Dean Winchester." Dean grinned widely as he picked up his luggage and moved over to sit by this intriguing stranger. Usually Dean didn't talk to people at airports, he found the conversations dry and mechanical. But something about this Castiel made him want to keep talking.