Something Old

Something New

Excuse my love for poetry showing up in this chapter. Oh my god I'm such a nerd. The first one is by a poet named Matthew Arnold and the second I got from another fanfiction on AO3 (by my_soul_is_fire) Enjoy!

It took a few days, but Cas was finally told by the doctor he could go home tomorrow.

He was extremely excited and anxious to get his school work done. He wasn't very happy being three weeks behind in his classes. But his mom just ruffled his hair and said, "You'll get it all in, you always do."

It was a Thursday, and he had been reading a poetry book his grandma had given him when she visited along with his grandfather. He let his fingers glide over the words on the freshly printed page, deciphering their meaning as he read.

Longing

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will be more that pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Cas didn't know why but he thought of Dean. It was a pleasant surprise when he had woken up to Dean by his bedside. Charlie had said it sounded like a love story and Cas hit her arm because "Dean is in the next room Charlie!"

He was soon jolted from his thoughts by a tentative knock on the doorframe. Cas looked up and saw Dean smiling and strolling into his room. Cas smiled back and put a bookmark in his book, setting it on the tiny bedside table.

"Hey." Dean said, taking a seat on the badly padded hospital chairs — Cas couldn't believe he had slept in those for two weeks — and pulled it closer to the bed.

"Hello Dean." Dean eyed the book Cas had set down.

"What'cha readin'?" Dean asked and Cas lifted the book carefully.

"Poetry, my grandparents stopped in to give it to me." Dean smiled and laughed.

"Should have known you were a poetry nerd, Cas." Cas loved it when Dean smiled, how when it was really there, his whole face would radiate happiness. The smile wasn't just in his mouth, it was in his eyes and freckled cheeks and his shoulders would even shake a little with silent laughter.

Cas smiled back and Dean grabbed the book from the tiny table and opened it up to where Cas had been reading.
"You reading one of those love poems Cas?" He asked. Cas smiled and shook his head fondly, taking the book from Dean.

"Not all poems are about love and happiness, you know." He said and Dean arched an eyebrow. "Oh really? Then read me something that isn't." Dean challenged and Cas turned to one of his marked pages.

"I dreamt of ashes last night.
I was a paper boat and you were my sea of flames.
I woke in pain and tears.
The sheets were cold and you were not here.
Oh, I dreamt ashes last night."

Dean scoffed, "No way, that's totally about love."

"It's about loneliness, Dean." Dean shook his head and smiled.

"Well there may be loneliness for a while, but then the person comes back." Cas sat up farther and leaned closer to Dean, searching for something in his eyes.

"Sometimes the people you love don't come back." Cas said, a hint of question in his voice. Dean sat forward in his chair, inches away from Cas.

"Mine did."

Neither of them were sure who closed the distance, but they knew that they were kissing and it felt right. Cas moved his hand up to cup Dean's face while Dean moved his hand to Cas' forearm, now out of its cast.

When they had to break apart for breath, Dean and Cas stared into each other's eyes, green and blue mixing like the clear blue sky touching the vivid green grass. Cas laughed and pecked Dean's lips again.

Charlie and Gabriel walked into the room and Charlie whooped triumphantly.

"Woo! Five bucks Gabe!" She held out her hand expectantly. He begrudgingly took his wallet out of his back pocket and handed her the bill.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Why am I not surprised?" Cas' head whipped back and forth between Dean and his best friend.

"Wait, you bet on us?!" He asked Charlie, pointing at her accusingly. She nodded and laughed.

"Yep! Gabe bet me within a month and I said a week."

"And I totally would have won if it wasn't for this meddling little shit." Gabriel grumbled and gestured at Charlie, who laughed.

"Anyyyywho, we'll leave you two alone." And she pulled Gabe with her out of the room. Cas turned his gaze back to Dean.

"What did you mean by 'why am I not surprised'?" He asked. Dean's arm moved to scratch at his neck, a nervous habit.

"Uhh, nothin'." Cas arched an eyebrow as if to say 'that's a lie and we both know that'

"I may have sort of..." Dean covered his mouth with his fist and mumbled "invitedCharlietodinnertotellherIwasinlovewithyou." very quickly.

Cas' mouth contorted into a shit eating grin and lifted his hand to his ear.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly. Could the manly man Dean Winchester have just said he was in love with me?" Dean shoved Cas playfully.

"Shut up." Cas grinned knowingly.

"You know you love me." Dean smiled and pecked Cas' lips again.

"Yeah, I do."

See? Destiel. You proud of me mom?

Anywho, I'm sad 'cause there's only three more chapters after this one :'(

I've also been suffering from writers block from this story, so I've just been working on my new book. I mean, whaaaaaa?

Catch you later hoes.