Murder Mayhem

Chapter 11

It's been a month, Dean shouldn't feel this way. He shouldn't be waking up in the middle of the night craving the warmth of the body of a certain black haired blue eyed man. He shouldn't look at his phone hoping it's Cas' name each time it rings. And he certainly shouldn't be driving past Cas' building anytime he's close by.

He hasn't held an ache in his heart before and nothing he does helps. He has made a kill every week of the past month, though he never got his chance with Meg. Even the kills don't make him feel better.

Sam is concerned for him. Dean hardly speaks with him, is constantly consuming himself in work at the car shop. It's the only thing to keep his mind off of Cas.

"'Bout damn time you answered your phone." Sam huffs through the phone. Dean has been trying to ignore his ringing phone all day, but he finally answered just so he can get some silence.

"What do you want, Sam." Dean sighs.

"I haven't seen you in a couple of weeks, I would appreciate it if you would go to dinner with me tonight. I am struggling on this case and you could really help me out." Sam pleads. Dean really doesn't feel like playing the almost FBI agent.

"Sam, I'm really busy with work and-"

"Cut the crap, Bobby told me he gave you the night off, so you're coming out to dinner with me whether you like it or not." Sam snaps.

"Sam, I'm not in the mood for this," Dean grumbles. Suddenly he can hear a voice in the background.

"He said he's coming." It sounds like Gabriel. Dean couldn't  care less about what he is saying.

"Well I am, so get over it." Sam says stiffly. "I'll see you later," Sam rattles off a restaurant that's not far from Dean's house and hangs up.  Dean growls and shoves his phone into his pocket.

He really didn't want to do shit today. That is all he has been doing today. He made a kill late last night so he though he should relax today.
He knows he can't just bail and not go to dinner because Sam will come to his house and drag him out.

So Dean gets ready, dressed in jeans and a red flannel shirt. He doesn't look too good, but lately he hasn't.

Finally, later, Dean gets a text from Sam.

I'm leaving soon, you better be at that restaurant.

Dean rolls his eyes and goes out to his car. He starts it up and peels out, heading toward the damn restaurant. He pulls into a parking spot, near the entrance. He walks in and nearly bumps into someone.

"Oh, sorry, I-" Dean stops mid-sentence.  "Cas?"

"Dean," Cas breathes his name, as if he were to speak any louder Dean would disappear.

"What are you-" Dean glances around. "What are you doing here?"

"Gabriel and I are supposed to be having dinner here." Cas replies. He looks awed by the sight of Dean, and Dean isn't gonna lie, he's in shock too. He hasn't seen Cas for a month, and he didn't quite realize how much he craved the feel of him until right now. He holds himself back with every ounce of self control just so he doesn't reach out and touch him now.

"Me and Sam are to," Dean says. His mouth is dry and he feels at a loss of words. He wants nothing more than to pull Cas into his arms and kiss him into oblivion. But of course that would be a bad idea. No doubt Cas has moved on from him.

Suddenly, simultaneously, both of their phones go off with a text alert. Dean glances down at his just as Cas does. Anything to distract him from the beautiful man before him. The message is from Sam.