This is based on season 8 when Dean was seeing Cas everywhere after he got out of purgatory and Cas didn't :3 it's a little.. Idk.. Sad i guess? Sorry! I like the sad ones c: Enjoy!
Dean was lying awake in one of the many motels him and Sam stayed at that month. It was late in the night, and Sam was deep asleep by now. Dean ran a hand through his hair as he blinked a couple times, trying to keep himself awake so he could finish reading the articles about their current case. He eventually gave up, rubbing his eyes and shutting the laptop, setting it down on the floor beside his bed. When he took his hands away from his eyes, he looked in front of him to see a man in a long trench coat standing right in front of his bed. It had been just a few weeks since Dean got back from Purgatory and he knew Castiel didn't make it out with him, but there he was, standing right in front of him in the dark room. Dean stared for a few seconds, his heart racing. No, Dean thought to himself, it's not him. Cas didn't make it.. he tried to convince himself, but still, the figure stood. Dean didn't dare blink. He knew that this could be a hallucination, but he didn't want Cas to go. Dean studied the figure, not moving a muscle - hardly breathing. He could make out Cas' chest moving slightly, telling him that he was alive and breathing, not just a ghost. This did the job in convincing Cas was really there. He then rubbed his eyes, wanting to know for sure if Cas was there or not, but when he opened his eyes again, the figure was gone. Dean quickly stood up, backing up until the back of his legs hit the bedside table, knocking a beer bottle off of it. This, of course, woke Sam up.
"Dean?" Sam looked up at his older brother with sleepy eyes, his voice deep and groggy. "Dean, are you alright? What's wrong?" he sat up, suddenly awake and ready to take on anything that spooked Dean.
Dean blinked a few times, looking to the ground before he brought his hand up to his face, wiping downwards. He looked back up, sighing. "Yeah, no, i'm fine, Sam. Go back to sleep." He told Sam, making his way to the bathroom before shutting the door and turning on the light.
Dean slid down the door, stopping when he hit the ground and buried his face in his knees, holding his hair in both hands. He wanted to scream, he wanted it to be over. He had been seeing Cas almost every day since about a week after he got out of Purgatory. Every single time he saw Cas, he was fully convinced the angel was really there, but he either disappeared after a few blinks or went away with the lightning during a storm, leaving Sam to conclude that Dean was going out of his mind.
Dean silently let a few tears fall from his eyes. He missed Cas. He felt responsible for the fact that Cas didn't make it out of Purgatory. Maybe this was heaven getting him back by playing tricks on him - reminding him of his failure everywhere he looked.
"Please," Dean whispered so quietly, he could barely hear himself. "make it stop." He prayed, hoping this would help. He buried his face deeper into his knees, slightly pulling his own hair as sadness turned into anger. "Make it stop!" He shouted, slamming the door with one of his elbows.
"Dean!" He heard Sam shout from outside the door. Dean could hear him running to the door and trying to get in, but the older brother held the door closed.
That's when Dean felt a hand on his knee. Startled, he looked up to see Cas kneeled down, his hand still resting on Dean's knee. Oh, not again, Dean thought to himself, looking back down and trying to forget Cas was there and still touching his leg. He's not real, he thought, just forget about it, he's not there! But Dean could still feel the angel. He slowly lifted his head back up, blinking several times. By now, Cas' image would be gone, but Dean had also never actually touched the image before.
"Cas?" Dean almost whimpered, releasing his hair from his fists and wiping away his tears before taking Cas' hand in one of his own. Yes, he was real. He could feel the warmth or Cas' hand. He was really there.
Cas nodded, bringing his other hand up to Dean's face, caressing it as he rubbed Dean's cheek with his thumb softly. Dean could still hear Sam beating at the door, but he didn't care. He leaned into Castiel's touch, closing his eyes again before quickly opening them up again. He was afraid after all this time, Cas was going to disappear again.
"Cas," Dean whispered, bringing his hand up to where Cas' lay on his own cheek. "stay with me."
