The Story of US

Chapter 22

Castiel was nervous when they got to the house in the woods. Someone had built a bonfire and there were people everywhere. The fight hadn't started yet but you could see where they were marking the area off, which meant it would be starting soon. Meg led him around, never leaving him and helping him with names. People he had never seen were coming up and saying hi, when he finally did recognize one person. A guy named Ash that he had met at his party. Meg had told him later that he and Ash had been really good friends in the before as Castiel had started calling it. Ash had seen him and was walking over when Meg went off to get them drinks.

" Hey man, how the hell are ya?" Ash asked him, pulling him into a half hug.

" Hey Ash, I'm good, I'm good" He told him and then looked around to see if anyone was with him. Castiel knew that Ash and Dean were close as well. Ash noticed him peeking around and laughed.

"What are you looking for?" he asked. Castiel straightened up and said " Nothing. Nothing just looking around. I've never been to one. " Ash raised one eyebrow and looked at him when Castiel added " Well I haven't been to once since the before I guess"

Ash laughed and clapped him on the back.

" You here to watch the fight?" he asked him. Castiel figured it wasn't revealing to answer yes, everyone was here to watch the fight.

Ash nodded and hooked his thumb over his shoulder towards where the fight would be " It's gonna start soon" He was trying to be cool and Castiel appreciated that but as nervous as he was he had to get over there. He had to see this Dean again. He had pictures of him but that wasn't the same as having an actual memory of a face. Making his way through the gathering crowd he found a spot where he could see but it was slightly darker.

Castiel could see Dean across the clearing. How in the hell had he managed to get someone like that? He was simply perfect. His black tee shirt showed his muscled frame in all the right ways. The fight had began and he could see what people were talking about. Dean fought like his life depended on it. He was focused and quick and it was over almost before it had begun. You could hear a collective groan from the crowd and some yelling for round 2. Dean spoke to a guy wearing a shiny silver parka and then walked out of the clearing. The shiny man got the crowd under control and informed them all that they would indeed have another fight but not for 2 more hours.

Castiel slowly moved away from the clearing and remembered that he had taken off before Meg had returned with their drinks. Since that was the last thing they had discussed he decided to start there. Walking over to the pickup truck filled with ice chest Castiel grabbed a beer and turned to leave when his eyes caught on him. Dean was just a few feet away and staring at him like he'd seen a ghost.