A Long Hunt

Meaningful Reunions and Sparkling Love

Cas barely registered the moment that he let the silver angel blade fall from his hand. The weapon fell almost in slow motion before crashing at his feet onto the linoleum floor. The loud clattering noise of metal hitting the floor seemed a million miles away.

This moment seemed almost surreal. What he was seeing couldn’t be possible. He must be dreaming.

The angel was frozen in place. His mind was racing just trying to keep up with what his eyes were telling him shouldn’t be real.

There, standing in front of the heartbroken angel was a very dirty, bloody, and weak looking man. Lightning lit up the sky and illuminated the face of a man Cas could never forget in a million years.  The angel was staring into the only eyes that could make butterfly rise in his stomach, and cause his mind to scramble into a million pieces in mire seconds.

The man’s voice broke gruffly through the intense silence. "Hey angel....Didja miss me?" The worn and weary figure of Dean Winchester breathed with a tired, but ecstatic smile of pure joy.

Cas somehow managed to uproot his heavy feet from the floor as he reached out to pull his beloved hunter into a nearly bone crushing hug. Cas hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until he finally inhaled deeply and croaked "D- Dean! You came back to me." 

“Course I came back. I could never leave you for long angel.” Dean whispered softly before slumping weakly into the angel’s warm embrace. His arms wrapped around Castiel’s neck and the angel pulled him tightly into his arms.

Cas felt Dean’s knees give out slightly underneath him. He clasped his arms around the hunter’s waist securely to give the Dean the best support possible while still smoothing him with the love he had kept bottled up.

From behind him Cas heard Sam’s panic voice shout "Cas! No don’t!"  

The angel didn't listen as him pulled his head back slightly so he could look deep into the hunter’s eyes.

His baby had his soul back and he was somehow here. Alive.

There was defiantly something strange and demonic behind Dean’s sudden reappearance. Crowley wouldn’t have just let Dean go, he must be planning something. However, at the moment Castiel didn’t care what the reason behind all this was. He had Dean back and Cas that was all that mattered.

Castiel’s face was suddenly being pulled up to reach the hunters soft, sweet, slick lips. Their lips locked and moved in sync as they engulfed themselves in the explosion of tastes that they had both been longing for. Castiel’s hand ran up and down the weak hunter’s body exploring every inch of him that he could reach without dropping Dean. The hunter moaned lustfully into his partner’s mouth as their mouths worked at each other. Dean knew he could get lost in the angel forever without a second thought.

Suddenly, they were wrenched from their warm reunion as holy water was thrown over the two men soaking them thoroughly.

Behind them, Sam was standing there, looking worried, as he closely watched his brother for any signs of demonic possession.

Dean tried tiredly to blink the water from his eyes as he chuckled softly "I ain’t no demon Sammy."

“Then what are you!” Sam demanded warily as he raised a silver knife. “How else could you have gotten away?”

Castiel spoke up before Dean could answer his brother "It's him Sam. It’s really him.  I can see his soul. After a moment, in a tone so low that only Dean could hear, Cas added “And it’s still the most beautiful soul in existence.”

Cas watched as Dean’s cheeks flushed softly and his eyes looked down at the floor, which effectively showed the angel his long, dark, sexy lashes.