Cutest Couple

Chapter 25

Castiel's POV

Cas stared down the road, following the Impala with his eyes. He was leaving for New York, and Dean was coming to say goodye. Gabriel was crying; it was the first time he'd cried publicly in a while. Alfie was quiet, and he sat on Gabe's lap holding Gabriel's hand. They were sitting on the back of LeAnn's car, staring at the Impala edging its way toward the hotel parking lot they were waiting in.
Cas frowned when the car rolled to a stop in front of them. Sam was in tears, and Dean looked absolutely miserable. Sam was out of the car first, and he ran over to Gabe and Alfie. Samandriel scrambled off of Gabe's lap and was nearly hit by Sam.

Sam wrapped himself around Gabriel and they both clutched each other tightly, crying horribly. They were mumbling incoherently to each other, nodding every few seconds. Dean got out of the car and watched them cling to each other for a few seconds. He walked over to Cas and smiled at him softly. He crouched down and leaned forward to kiss him. There were tears in Dean's eyes, and he was very gentle when he circled his arms around Castiel's waist.

"Hey, Angel." He murmured against his lips.

"Hello, Dean." Cas whispered back. Dean peppered kisses all over Castiel's face and throat.

"Where's... where's Charlie?" Dean asked.

"Just left." Cas said.

A beat of silence passesd between them. "It's cold in New York." Dean told him pulling away from Cas just slightly.

"Not always."

"It is most of the time."

"I know." Cas hushed. Dean stood and went to the Impala. He pulled a small duffel bag out of the backseat. The bag had the Lawrence High School mascot on the side above the name Winchester scrawled in white thread. Dean handed the bag to Cas and looked away when Castiel pulled the zipper along the tracks. "What is this?" He asked gently. Dean didn't look at him, he just shook his head.

Cas knitted his eyebrows together, and continued to unzip the bag. He pulled out three t-shirts; one ACDC, one Led Zeppelin, and one Guns And Roses. There was a photograph of Dean kissing Cas right after his coma, that Cas faintly remembered taking. There was one of Dean's flannel shirts, and his Letterman jacket. Cas looked up from the bag to find Dean staring at him.

"I can't take these." Cas said, but his heart wasn't in it.

"I want you to have them." He murmured kissing his forehead. "Do you have your ring?"

"Yes, I haven't taken it off." Cas told him honestly. Dean's fingers slipped through his hair and he glanced up at Dean. "I love you."

"I know."

"I don't want to go."

"I know." Cas looked back down and he hugged Dean when he leaned down. Cas squeezed his arms around Dean's shoulders and felt Dean hold his waist tightly. He buried his head in the curve of Dean's neck, and pressed his lips to the delicate skin there. "I love you," Dean swallowed thickly and started to pull away, but Cas didn't let him get too far.

"Wait," He muttered, and reached down, his fingers curling along the handles of a small plastic bag, "I'm afraid the bag doesn't mean as much, but...." Dean looked at the bag and then up into Castiel's eyes.

"You didn't have to do this." Dean told him carefully.

Cas shrugged, "Neither did you." Dean reached into the bag and pulled out a piece of thick sketchbook paper. There, in near-perfect detail was a portrait of Dean. "It was the assignment in art the week we met. Mrs. Dern wanted it for the art gallery at the end of the year, but I wanted you to have it." Cas confessed softly. Dean studied it for a moment. In the drawing, Dean was smiling, his eyes were crunched up with pure joy, and there was a certain light that seemed difficult to capture in art, but he had captured it with what appeared to be ease. "I had to ask for an extension to finish it." Dean smiled at him and Cas got that feeling in his chest. The feeling that it would be okay. That they would be okay.