"Crowley, have you seen my phone?!"
"NO! I told you haven't seen it." He lied, "I'm telling you, the room service lady stole it!"
"Son of a Bitch."
This made Crowley smile
Dean fixed his eyes on the road ahead of him. He sped 15mph above limit, not giving a care in the world if the police were to stop him. They were driving in a car they managed to steal from a hotel in Virginia. It was more updated and nothing like the impala junk Dean used to drive.
They were on their way to the bar, after spending 8 hours laying on the sand close to eachother. The scorching heat had given them both sunburn.
Dean weaved in and out of lanes, he was one of those cars now that he used to honk his horn at and curse. He had gotten a few to honk at him, but most just ignored.
When they arrived, Dean motioned Crowley on to the bar. It left Crowley wondering what his partner was going to do, but he didn't ask any questions.
The bar was a large building, half seemed to be a hotel. Dean watched, as Crowley stepped up on to the balcony towards the door. Once he was gone, Dean pulled out his spare phone from his jean pocket and leaned against the car.
He had been thinking about Cas again.
The thought of calling him back had been hovering over Dean. He was irritated with himself. He was irritated that it hung over him.
He scrolled down his contacts once more, and without hesitation, pressed call on Cas' name.
His heart rate sped up with every second that he waited for his ex-boyfriend to pick up.
Brrrt
Brrrt
Brrrt
Brrrt
Brrrt
Brrrt
There was no answer.
The voicemail beep started and Dean left a message
"Call me back."
He let out a sigh, he was hoping that Cas would pick up. There had been missed call after missed call. Surely, he would have been sitting next to his phone, waiting for Dean to call back. But he wasn't. It made Dean feel uneasy inside.
As usual, Dean tried to push what he was feeling away. And walked up to the bar to see where Crowley was.
"Pint of your best, please."
And for the 5th night in a row, Dean got drunk. His lips met Crowley's many times, and they got many judgmental looks.
Even though there was no karaoke machine, he still managed to make his way on stage, embarrass himself, and give everyone a show.
But Dean didn't care, it distracted him from the thought of Castiel.
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Kings of Hell • Crowley x Dean • Castiel x Dean •
FanfictionIn his old life, Dean had a boyfriend. Castiel. An angel. Since becoming a demon, he had distanced himself from him. At first, Dean missed him. The quirky comments he used to make. But now, Dean felt nothing. They were all distant memories. He was c...
