He Gave Me Hope

Make Me Forget

After leaving Cas' house, Dean made his way back to the motel room, he couldn't stop thinking about what an ass he made of himself. Then again, he'd never encountered anyone that lost someone, not in death anyway. Once he got back into the motel room, he walked to his laptop and pulled up his live. He  needed to distract himself, this whole night had been full of a whole lot of awkward that he wanted to forget. Admittedly Dean couldn't wait to get out of this town, to move on so he wouldn't have to see any of these assholes; but he couldn't seem to get his mind off of Cas.

He's just a client, how is it that he's making such an impact on me like this?

Dean rubbed his hand across his eyes, sighing heavily as he positioned his camera above his laptop, before hitting the 'go live' button. He set up the tags accordingly, then quickly pressed the button, watching as the view count went from 0 to 100 in a matter of seconds, and kept increasing with each second that passed.

"Hey everyone just wanted to pop on and say hello..." comments flooded the chat, every one basically saying how gorgeous he was, how much they wished he was theirs, and a few commented that he should strip for them. Dean leaned forward as he read the comments, deep inside he secretly hoped that he would see just one from that one user, but it never came. Slight disappointment flooded his chest the longer he stayed on, mostly in himself for even desiring to talk to one of his clients. He didn't do a long broadcast, solely on the fact that he was completely drained, and nothing else.

Sure he could tell himself that it was nothing else, but he knew. He knew that there was only one thing he wanted right now and that was to make him feel good, he wanted to make him feel desired, he wanted to make him forget. This is insane, what is going on with me? He closed out of the live screen seconds after he ended it but his chat was still going nuts, so many hungry potentials. He could respond to them, he could shoot any one of them a message and have someone in his bed in a matter of seconds, but they were not what he wanted, and it confused him. Pulling up the profile, he looked into those blue eyes, the sadness in them, the purity. 

Dean growled softly, a sound that came from deep within in his chest, as he pulled the laptop closed, pushing it off the bed. He heard it thump lightly against the floor, taking a deep breath as he ran his fingers through his hair. Dean got off of the bed grabbing up his laptop, throwing it onto his bed, before he grabbed his keys, and quickly walked out of his room to his car. He knew where he was headed, he hated to leave things unfinished, hated to feel as though his client wasn't satisfied, even if the only thing the client wanted was dinner. He didn't need his navigation to get to the house, and once he showed up he began to panic. 

The lights were switched off all throughout the house, Cas probably tucked comfortably in his bed. Dean sighed heavily leaning his forehead against his steering wheel, this is so dumb, what am I even doing here? He sat up turning the key, then looked ahead. There on the corner, head cocked to the side in confusion, stood Cas. Slowly Cas approached, Dean watching him intently as he stopped next to the car, and Dean rolled down his window, "Dean....what are you doing here?" At a loss for words, Dean looked away from Cas, wiping his hand across his mouth, "I...I just wanted to be sure you were alright."

When he looked back to Cas, a smile was on the blue eyed beauty's face, "oh? Well....I'm fine, thank you." Dean chuckled softly, pulling his lip up into a slight smile as he looked at his steering wheel gripping it in his hands. It was quiet for a few minutes, Cas standing there next to the car, and Dean tapping his hands on the wheel, "do you....do you wanna come inside?" Dean snapped his head toward Cas, angling his chin down slightly, the desire he felt to actually say yes to Cas surprised him, "uh..." Dean bit down on his bottom lip as he looked away from Cas, "what the hell, sure." Cas' face brightened up as he stepped away from the car, "you can pull into my driveway if you'd like."