(I just added this song up top because it is cute asf and it is great!)
(Sam's P.O.V)
I have been secretly messaging Cas for a couple of days now. He texted me out of the blue at like midnight and asked my how Dean was. Of course I was kinda ticked off when he could have easily came and checked on him himself. But, i asked why he was asking me first.
Cas: I had to leave.
Sam: What? Why?
Cas: I just did. How is he?
Sam: He isn't good. He is always hoping it is you at the door and not Crowely.
Cas: What? You guys are associating with him?
Sam: Well, there hasn't been any hunts lately and he is giving us a good tip.
Cas: He doesn't help others. He only helps himself.
Sam: Ok. That is a little harsh there Cas.
Cas: It is the truth. Don't listen or do anything for him anymore.
Sam: Cas. Stop. You aren't here. You can't tell us what to do. If you where here, maybe we might listen to you. Have you texted Dean yet?
Cas: No. And he won't know I am messaging you either.
Sam: Why? He deserves to know.
Cas: NO SAM. I have it this way for a reason.
Sam: And what is that reason?
Cas: That is not important right now.
Sam: Fine. Whatever. Just don't get hurt or anything.
Cas: Same for you both.
Then that was the end of it. He hasn't texted me since and won't answer any of my calls or messages. I decided to just go with Cas and not tell Dean, I don't want to hurt him anymore than he already is. Now, I am even more stressed. Thanks Cas.
(Deans POV)
We have been researching for a couple of days now and we know about a couple of hotspots and incidents that we are pretty sure are demon frat parties. They aren't that serious, no killings or missing persons yet. But they will start stacking up when they get bored, so we are packing up to head out. I am in my room at the moment, throwing anything that might be useful into my duffel bag. Ammo, guns, knives, books, just random shit really. I finally zip up the bag and heave it downstairs. Sam is already sat at the couch on his phone, bag next to him. "What are ya doin?" I ask casually and I toss my bag over near the stairs.
"Oh.. umm, nothing. Just....checking up on the news. Checking if there are any new cases out there.....guess not." Sam quickly shut off his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket.
"Well then...", I just let it go and went to the kitchen.
I poured some coffee into a mug and leaned against the counter, slowly sipping it as I thought. How long will this little mission for Crowely last? What if Cas came back while we where gone and thought we left for good? No, he won't think that. He would wait for us. I know it......but do I? He hasn't been home in months and won't answer my texts or prayers. No matter how hard i pray or how loud i scream he isn't coming back. Why did I have to do this to myself? Why did that man-child have to flap his way into my life? I don't want to have this suffocating feeling in my chest all the time, I just want to go back to how it used to be. All I had to worry about was which knife I was going to use to gank a demon or vamp. Now, all i do is worry about whether Cas is thinking about me I or if he is hurt. But, I know he just got tired of me or too stressed out or had had enough of me. I wouldn't blame him, I was a pretty pathetic boyfriend. If you even call what I was doing even remotely, "Stop Dean." A gruff voice from behind me broke me from my thoughts.
I whip around," Cas?" tears whell up in my eyes as I look at him standing there, perfectly fine.
"No, Dean. Just....I am not going to be here for long but i just wanted to tell you....stop thinking of yourself like that." Cas says and I am confused.
"What do you mean you won't be here for long?" I say and he shakes his head.
"Did you hear anything I just said?" He grunts and I stand up.
"Where have you been" I ask and walk closer to him, but he takes a step back, putting up a hand.
"No Dean. Stay there. I just wanted to tell you that I hear you. Every prayer and cry and thought out to me." He continues to back away as I still come forward.
I jump out to hug him, just a touch. But when my arms begin to close around him, He is gone. I am left in my room, staring at the wall he was against when I last saw him. He looked so prefect, his jet black hair messy like always, he was wearing his original suit, tie, and trench coat. Everything was beautifully messy about him, how his hair was and his clothes. I couldn't picture his with his hair combed or his tie straight. It felt wrong, his not here, with me. Out somewhere, without me by his side.
I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks, and that pissed me off. I furiously wipe them away, but they are only replaced by more. "Why am I even crying over him?" I ask myself frustrated.
I head downstairs and Sam is in his same spot on the couch, on his phone again. He looks up at me, then down at his phone again, but his head whips back up and he stands up. "What happened? Are you ok?" He walks over to me and I shake my head.
"It was nothing, I got....holy water in my eyes, guess there is still a little demon in me still." I smirk and nudge him in the side.
Luckily he bought my excuse and laughed also," You have always had demon in you. Are you ready to go yet?"
"Hell yeah. Lets gank some sons-a-bitches." I grabs my keys and we head out to the car.
