Hells Loss (sequel to Falling for Hell)

Chapter 13

Hey guys. I'm writing this while sad in a car, but I got inspiration finally so yay! An update after months! I will do everything I can not to do that again. Promise. ^_^ but if you want to help me out with it message my kik: CASSIExDEANIEBEAR with ideas for the story or if you have any questions you want to ask. I will normally reply quickly.

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DEAN POV

C: Sure, for how long?
D: As long as you'd like.
D: Have you eaten? There's some dinner left here if you want it and i can make more.
C: Dinner sounds great. I'll be over in a few, what's your address?

I gave Cas my address and hurried back to the stove to start cooking more Mac n Cheese. It's definitely not the best dinner but it's something.
I look around the cupboards to try and find something to go with it, eventually I find some hamburger patties that we bought not to long ago. They are quick and easy, most people like burgers, that will work. I grab 4 patties, making sure there's enough for the both of us, then I get out a pan and start cooking them, by the time I finish two, I hear the doorbell ring.
I run to the door as fast as I can and see cas standing out there. I open and unlock the door. "Hey, cas. Dinner is not quite done yet. You can take your shoes off here if you like or keep them on, whatever you're comfortable with."
"Thanks. I'll just take them off here..."
"Follow me"
I lead cas to the living room area, it's all open concept so there's easy access to the living room, dining room, and kitchen.
"Get comfortable, I'm going to go finish it up."

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CAS POV

I walk over and take a seat on the couch. I pull out my phone from my back pocket and see if I have any messages, looks like there's nothing. I set my phone down right by me and watch Dean cook. God. He is really attractive. His body is that perfect mix of slim, but also muscular, everything about his face is perfect, his eyes are the best though. That shade of green pierces right through me, I'm glad I get to talk to him. I'm glad he talks to me. No one like this has ever taken any notice in me, ever. I still don't quite understand the whole coma thing though. How did he manage to dream about me? Why did we get so close? How, In a dream, did he get so much info about me? I'm hoping I can get more details about it all today. And I really want to become friends with him.. At least that. He seems like he'd be a great guy to be around.
By the time I stop thinking about it all, dinner is done, I get up and sit at the dining room table. Mac and cheese and burgers. Simple, yet good. "Thank you again for dinner."
"It's not a problem. I feel like I need to make up for earlier, it was a lot to just, come out and say. But enough of that. I want to get to know the real you."