Stay With Me When The Night Comes

Part 12: "You're Home, now. You're safe."

A buzzing noise forced Cas awake.

It was his phone.

He jerked on his feet and ran to the table opposite from his bed. His grabbed his trench coat swiftly, looking for his phone, hoping it would be Dean.

"Hello?" Cas said out of breath.

"Hey, buddy. Are you up?" Michael's voice came out rough and tired. Sounded like he didn't sleep at all...

"Ye-yeah...I just woke up." The boy replied silently, his voice filled with disappointment.

"Okay, i'm gonna send a taxi. Get ready, okay?"

"I will. Thank you, Michael."

"Don't thank me. Love ya, Cas." Michael tried to sound as positive as possible.-- He failed.

"You too." Cas replied and hung up the phone a second later.

He set it back on the table and walked over to the small bathroom. He flipped the light switch on and stood infront of the small square mirror.

A boy looked back at him. He looked terrible. His eyes were bloodshot and his face looked weak.

It took Castiel a second to realise that the boy in the mirror was him. He'd turned into that. A disgusting, pathetic, little shell of a man that everybody hated. That everybody wanted to keep away.

Cas sighed, turned the faucet to wash his face. As soon as he did, he grabbed a towel and dried up. He turned on his heels, walked to his suitcase and opened it, taking out his toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste. He returned to the bathroom and washed his teeth, not bothering to look at the mirror again.

He looked down. He was still in his sweat pants and Dean's shirt.

He had to change.

After he was finished brushing his teeth, he turned off the bathroom light and walked over to his suitcase. He took a pair of jeans and his grey jacket.

He changed his clothes -never taking off Dean's AC/DC shirt- and sat on the bed, waiting.

~

Half an hour later, the phone that sat next to his bedstand started ringing. He picked it up and answered it.

"Goodmorning, Mr. Novak. There's a taxi waiting for you outside." A cheery female voice had replaced Oldman McGrumpy.

"Thank you. I'm on my way down." Cas imitated his nicest voice. He didn't want to sound rude.

He set the phone down on the bedstand and turned around, taking his -still wet- Trench coat in hand and grabbing his suitcase.

He, quickly, made his way down to the taxi, placing his suitcase in the trunk and getting inside.

"Hello" He said kindly. "Has my brother told you where we're going?"

"Yes, of course." The driver asnwered and started driving.

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Cas sat in the back, silent. Leaving Lawrence, didn't feel the way he thought it would. Even though he wasn't going far, it felt like he was a coward. Like the first thing he does whenever he's in a bad situation, is run.

He should've known. He should've known that Dean never loved him. Why would he, anyway? His own mother left him rot, why would a stranger care?

But after all of it, after all of the things they've been  through, and even though Dean hated him. Castiel loved him. He loved him with all his heart.

And he had to let him know.

~

About half an hour later, the driver pulled over next to a huge apartment building.

"This is it." He said as he opened his door and moved to the trunk. Castiel followed.

"Oh. Thank you." Cas smiled "Michael paid you, right?"

"Yes, don't worry. We're good" The taxi driver smiled and handed him the suitcase.

Cas walked up to the entrance and opened the door.

The lobby, was decorated with beautiful art. From Picasso, to Van Gogh. Paintings decorated the walls. An apartment here must cost thousands of dollars.

He turned to the Doorman who stood behind a tall, wooden counter. He had dark, short, afro hair and caramel skin, his eyes were brown. He couldn't be any older than 19.

"Hello" Cas checked the nametag "Mickey. Can you tell me where Michael Novak's apartment is?"

"Of course, sir. Mr. Novak's apartment is in the 15th floor. Apartment 15B." The boy replied with a light British accent.

"Thank you." Cas returned the kindest smile he could give. And it wasn't easy.

He took his suitcase in hand and headed for the elevators. He got into one and made his way on the 15th floor.

The moment he reached Michael's door, he took a deep breath and knocked twice.

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Couple moments later, the door opened and a quite tired Michael was standing behind it.

Michael was quite tall, his dark hair were now longer than Cas could remember but his bright green eyes still had the same spark in them. His smile came out tired, but still true.

"Mike!" Cas called softly the moment he saw him. Michael opened his arms, almost instinctively, to take his broken brother in.

He leaned in to Cas' ear and whispered "It's okay, buddy. You're home now. You're safe."

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That's all for Part 12. Hope you guys are enjoying this. Don't forget to review and vote! Thank you all :D

Love,

Chris.