Set Fire To My Heart

Chapter 16: Burnt Out

Smiling to himself as he enters the living room, Castiel nods at keeping it together at the cellphone place. After the episode with Dean, and the nightmares he had last night, he wasn't sure if he should leave the house. He's glad he did.

He swipes at the screen on his phone and opens a new text message. Typing in Samantha's phone number, he sends off a quick text.

>> New Phone, Who Dis :)

It doesn't take long, and Samantha sends a message of her own.

>> Boss Man, is that you?

Castiel smiles down at the screen, nodding. He realizes that she can't see that, so he sends another text.

>> Yeah, I got a new phone, they were able to save my number though. If you need anything, you should be able to get a hold of me now. I'm sorry it took so long, I was a little preoccupied.

He smirks, thinking about Dean. Just a couple days with the man has Castiel pining like none other. It's taking all of his willpower to not beg Dean to come back so he can wrap himself around the fireman.

The phone vibrates, and he smiles at the text.

>> Dean sent me a text, told me I should check on you. Something I should know about?

Castiel's breath hitches, and tears start to well in his eyes. Dean's checking on him, but is that normal behavior for sex partners? Narrowing his eyes, he types his next message carefully.

>> Did he say anything else?

Samantha's reply comes after some seconds.

>> No, I've been trying to text him, but he isn't sending anything back. I've sent like twenty messages, so who knows. Maybe he's on the job? You know how busy fire people can be. Is that the correct term?

Castiel laughs at his phone, this woman never fails to make him laugh when he needs it. It takes him a moment to think about what to send. His stomach does butterflies when he thinks about the phone number tucked away in his wallet. Dean's number. It wouldn't take much to send a message himself. Just to assure Dean that he's safe and he doesn't have to go through Samantha to contact him.

>> Everything is fine. I'll send Dean a text and let him know that I'm okay. I'm sorry to have put you in the center of all of this, but I appreciate it. I should probably work on calling the insurance company so we can rebuild and get back to work.

Castiel sighs, not looking forward to this phone call. Castiel curses himself because he doesn't have the report he needs before he can put the claim in. Pulling his shoes back on, Castiel looks up the address to the fire station and goes back outside. He starts up the car, punches in the directions into his GPS, and takes off down the road.

It takes all of twenty minutes to get to the building. Castiel's chest starts to do this fluttering thing when he thinks about Dean being somewhere in there. Parking his car in the designated spot, he walks up to the front door of the office area and is greeted by the receptionist.

"Hello. How can I help you?" She asks, smiling wide.

Castiel returns the smile, looking around the small area. "Hello. My name is Castiel Novak. I'm here to pick up the incident report for my case," he supplies.

The woman types in something on her keyboard and looks at Castiel. "Ah, yes. Mr. Novak," she stands, opens a small locked file cabinet, and hands him a rather sizable stack of papers. "Here we are. I'm happy to see that you're doing well. Our Dean was a bit worried about you after he pulled you out," she smiles again, her eyes glittering with something.