Dean made sure his boss had pulled out of the bar driveway before walking over and flipping the sign on the door to Closed. He walked over to the payphone placed in a glass case coated in fingerprints, sitting at the stool placed in front of it.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:45. He had 15 minutes before he could call. Dean was never one to be too early. He didn't want to seem forceful and anyway, Cas was probably busy with his father.
Castiel's father was anything but nice. Dean could think of many other words to describe him. Abusive. Uncivil. Ignorant. Dean's least favorite, but the word Cas usually used to describe his father: homophobic.
Dean hated that word. He hated that word with every nerve in his body.
He just wanted to be with Cas and he wanted to be happy and he wanted to be able to show off that Cas was his. He wanted to be able to hold his hand and put his arm around him in public without worrying about judgmental eyes on his back. He wanted to be able to kiss Cas' cheek while they were waiting in line at the grocery store without worrying about Cas' father finding out.
Dean glanced back at the clock again. 9:55. He reached into his pocket, pulling out some spare change, scooting the stool closer to the phone, his shoulders pressed against the glass case.
He picked up the receiver, pressing it to his ear, a bit shaky. "A nickel for every minute." He heard a ladies voice on the other line say. He slipped two quarters into the slot on the bottom left of the machine.
"Look up Chuck Novak, would ya, and call him for me." Dean said into the phone. He looked over at the clock once more, 10:00.There was a long pause before he heard a ringing. He started chewing at his lip, waiting for Cas' voice.
"Dean?"
"Cas..I've missed you."
