hey jude // destiel

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*Castiel's POV*

I sat in the back of the theater, and sure enough, Dean wasn't there. There were still some theater kids hanging up props and painting posters. But around this time, Dean would be sitting down at the piano.

I closed my eyes and started humming the "na-na-na" part of Hey Jude. I smiled to myself, thinking about Dean singing it. I stopped humming, hearing footsteps approach, but kept my eyes closed. "Cassie, you aren't in theater anymore. You dropped out, remember? You need to leave." Gabriel sat next to me, patting my thigh. "Hey, Jude." I sang, ignoring him. "Don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better." I opened my eyes and smiled at him. He smiled back and stood up. "The Beatles? A little vintage,
don't ya think?" He walked off, leaving me alone.

"Yeah, maybe." I murmured to myself, closing my eyes. I had to admit, I was disappointed. I had the slightest bit of hope that Dean would appear, but he never did. I sat in that seat until everyone else was gone. Even a couple hours after. I hummed Hey Jude for 5 hours, waiting for you to appear beside me and start singing with me. But you never appeared.

And that's okay.

*Dean's POV*

I sat on the loveseat in the living room and pressed a button on the remote, changing the channel. The first channel that appeared had a commercial that was playing Nothing Else Matters by Metallica.

My first instinct was to jam out and start singing with it, so I did. I shut my eyes and stood up, and used the remote as a microphone, and I sang my heart out. Then the TV turned off, and I opened my eyes. "Really, Dean? Metallica?" Sam asked, disappointed. "Shut up." I said, sitting back down. "Jerk." He said. "Bitch." I replied.

We exchanged smirks and he walked off. I stood up and went to the kitchen, grabbing a beer. I popped off the cap and poured some into a glass. I took a drink from the glass, and scrunched up my nose, looking at the glass. Suddenly it hit me.

"SAM, NOT COOL!" I yelled, throwing the glass of apple juice into the sink. Laughter sprang out from his room, and I shook my head, smiling. I looked over at the clock above the stove, which said 9:04.

I highly doubt he's still at the theater at 9 o clock. I grabbed my keys off of the counter and left, heading to the school.

*Castiel's POV*

I stood up, zipping up my hoodie and pulling my hood up. That was when hope stabbed me straight through the eardrums. "Hey, Jude... Don't make it bad." I tried to hide my smile, but I couldn't. I tried to sit down and listen, but I couldn't. I tried to stay silent, but I couldn't.

Not after hours on end of praying that you would appear, or hours of singing and humming the same song. I walked to the stage, as quietly as I could. I sat on the edge of the stage, and closed my eyes, humming along. Until it stopped.

I opened my eyes, and my heart dropped. I knew he saw me. I didn't care what he thought really, though. I turned around, and smiled at him with tears in my eyes. "I waited, Dean. I had hope that you would appear. I prayed, and here you are." I stood up, throwing my backpack over my shoulder.

"So thank you." I said, before leaving the theater. I stood outside the doors for a minute, and heard him continue singing. I smiled to myself, and got in my car.