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xviii.

dean had never driven so fast in his life.

he'd never passed so many stop signs.

he'd never ran so many red lights.

however, none of that mattered to him.

all that mattered to the green eyed winchester was the fact his dorky brother and his lanky friend had just told him of what castiel did during lunch earlier that day- of what his castiel did.

and dean tristian winchester wasn't going to sit around and allow that blue eyed, sassy mouthed, hazy brained angel to do this to himself; he wasn't gonna let him d e s t r o y himself.

so he drove as fast as his 1967 chevy impala would allow him. wind blowing his sandy hair everywhere as he frantically searched every house number with squinty eyes due to the downpour that would definitely ruin baby's interior considering the windows were down.

if only castiel knew this.

if only he knew dean wanted him safe. wanted him to be with him.

maybe then, he wouldn't have darted out of meg's house faster than an olympic runner, tripping and slipping as he tried to escape not only dean, but his mind.

maybe if he knew just how many people truly loved him, he wouldn't have fallen off into the deep end in the first place.