Castiel sat alone for a long time before deciding to try calling Dean. He dialed and listened to the ringing for a few moments before a soft sigh was heard after a click.
"Hello?" A woman's voice answered.
Castiel frowned. "Who is this?"
"Who is this?"
"I'm Dean's boyfriend," he replied, deciding not to wait. He wanted Dean.
"Shit."
"Damn right, woman." He pursed his lips. "Put Dean on the phone."
"That's going to be difficult," the woman said softly. "I'm sorry, sir."
Dread filled Castiel's stomach. "Why? Why would it be difficult? Just give the phone to the asshole. Fuck, just say that it's Castiel."
"It's going to be difficult because he's not breathing, Castiel. I'm sorry."
Castiel wasn't breathing either when he whispered "What?"
"The road was slick and the rain was heavy," the woman said in a soothing voice. It only served to make Castiel feel sicker. "His car veered off of the road and into a telephone pole."
"No. You're lying to me."
"I'm not, Castiel. I wouldn't joke about this."
***
Castiel woke with a start, his breathing heavy. Dean was looking down over him, concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?"
All Castiel could do was kick the sheets off of himself and lurch forward to hug Dean and press his face into Dean's wet neck and hair. He kissed him gently, clinging to his wet coat as tightly as possible.
Once Castiel's fear subsided, he let go of Dean gradually, still keeping one hand on his arm. "Sorry," he whispered. "Scared me." The lie tumbled off of his lips without any hesitation.
Dean frowned at him but nodded once, brushing Castiel's hair back off of his forehead gently. He pressed a soft kiss there as he sat down on the bed. "It's fine, babe. Don't apologize for it."
Castiel smiled and looked down at the sheets before gently pushing on Dean. "You're all wet!"
"You didn't notice?" Dean laughed, standing up again. Castiel let his hand slide off of Dean's shoulder, not sure whether he wanted to let go for fear of Dean disappearing.
"I noticed," Castiel grinned. "I just realized how much I want your clothes off."
Dean grinned and stripped slowly to torture Castiel. "You know, it's probably not sanitary to eat without clothes on."
"I don't care," Castiel grinned. "Nor do I care that it's going to be eaten in this bed, where we-"
"Oh, god, don't bring that up, man! Not when we're about to eat, at least. It'll make me forget about food." Dean slid into bed next to Castiel, both of them sitting with their lower halves under the sheet. Dean reached behind him and produced a bag of fast food from the nightstand.
***
An hour later found them both laying next to each other again, catching their breath from their prior activities. Dean grinned up at the ceiling as he exhaled, arm pinned under Castiel's head. Castiel's breath brushed across his arm and he laughed softly, turning his head to look down at the tuft of dark hair on his arm.
"Look up," he whispered, grinning again when Castiel obeyed with his eyes closed. "Open." Castiel's mouth opened. Dean shook his head. "Eyes."
"What about them?"
"Open them. I want to see those baby blues."
"Oh, you mean these?" Castiel opened his eyes and gazed up at Dean expectantly.
"Hell yeah, I mean those." Dean felt his grin turn lopsided. "Gorgeous."
"Shut up," Castiel smiled. His eyes grew affectionate in an instant. "I love you," he whispered.
Dean whispered back, afraid that if he said it any louder it wouldn't be between them anymore and it would be a part of the whole world, lips against Castiel's forehead now. "I love you, dork."
"Hey!" Castiel hit his stomach lightly. "Rude."
"Whatever," Dean laughed, rolling himself over Castiel while kissing down his nose. His hands rested on either side of Castiel's head as he kissed every inch of his face, finally settling on his lips and devouring that beautiful smile.
