The Story of US

Chapter 20

When Meg came over and told Dean that Castiel didn't want to see him anymore his brain couldn't make the sentence work. Nothing in his life was making any sense. In less than a month Dean had gone from being the happiest man on Earth to feeling like he had caught fire and was burning from the inside out.

" What do you mean Meg? He doesn't want to see me, that, just, that " He couldn't even finish what he was trying to say.

Meg gave him a sympathetic look and he wanted to punch it right off her face. She had no idea what he was going through, but he had to remind himself to not shoot the messenger. He argued that he could help him, that he'd back off and give him space but that he didn't need to just end it. Things would get better, he just needed to talk to him. To make him see that he loved him and that he would do whatever it was that Castiel wanted as long as he didn't leave him.

Meg just shook her head,

" Hunny that's the problem right there. You are in love with him and you are willing to jump through hoops for him. That kinda commitment from a stranger is scary. He doesn't know a thing about you and you are willing to walk through fire for him. He's confused and scared and he needs to feel like he's in control of something and right now that something is this relationship." she told him. She was a kinder Meg since Castiels attack. She was truly trying to be a friend to him, but her loyalties were with Castiel and it always would be. Dean tried arguing his point more but she wouldn't budge. She wasn't going to take any pleas back to Castiel. She would however keep Dean informed about how he was doing, for as long as Dean wanted to know.

Watching her leave Sammy was quick to try and talk to his brother but Dean just sat there. This was not happening. It was like he had been transported to an alternate universe where nothing made sense. He could hear Sammy talking to him but he couldn't understand a word he was saying. There was no way that this was his life now. He didn't know how to handle this. Slowly moving from the couch Dean grabbed his jacket and keys. Sammy was placing a hand on his chest.

" Dean stop. Talk to me." his little brother pleaded.

Dean just shook his head as he put on his jacket.

"There's nothing to say Sammy. Cas doesn't want to see me again because his heads broke. What good does it do me to argue with it. I can't even go and plead my case to him cause he doesn't fucking remember me" Dean started laughing, a high, hysterical laugh.

" He has no fucking clue who I am and he just sent his little friend over here to break up with me cause not only is his head broke, he reverted back to the third grade." His laughter had taken an angry turn and Sammy took a step back.

" I literally can't do a damn thing about any of this Sammy, what good would talking about it do? Screw that, as far as I am concerned, there's nothing to talk about. Ever." Dean said

"You can't just push your feelings away and ignore them Dean" Sammy said

" Watch me" Dean replied as he walked out the door.