Carry On, my Angel: a Destiel Story

Dealing

Castiel's POV

Two weeks later

"Are you sure you're okay with me leaving?"  My big brother looked as serious as he could possibly be.

"I'll be fine Gabriel, go do your baking thingy." I love him but him being so concerned freaked me out.
"Okay, but if you need anything call me or Lucifer."

"I'm not a child, you know. Now leave peasant." We both smiled and said goodbye as he left the apartment.

I laid down on the couch, time for three months alone in the apartment. Alone and single. I cried into the pillow next to me.

I've been doing a lot of that recently, and looking at pictures from Dean and mine relationship.

Dean was holding my hand, and kissing it. Then I swiped and saw another picture of us. I was asleep in his lap, and he had broken into my phone to take pictures.

Another showed us with Ben, we were swinging him between us, and Sam had taken the picture. It was one of the really good days.

And now there were only bad days. Okay maybe not that dramatic, but it was hard not being with him.

I dragged myself up and made a frozen pizza. Basically if I can throw it in the oven or microwave, that's what I've been eating. And cereal. Lots of cereal.

Without tasting it, I ate the pizza and got a glass of red wine. Then I decided I wanted more than wine, but sadly we didn't have any.

So i found a liquor store......

......... and I drank it.

Then everything went dark.

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My head hurt a lot, like a lot. Barely opening my eyes, I saw I was back in my bed. And it was daytime. Confused, I got up in search for some pain reliever and water.

Grabbing the medicine from the bathroom, I walked into my kitchen to see Lucifer and Michael making out.

"Gross, really? Why are you in my kitchen?"

Lucifer gave me a smirk, at least Micheal ha stage decency to be embarrassed.

"You don't remember last night do you?"

Panic shot through me, dang it. What did I do?

"Not since I got to the liquor store."

Lucifer looked like it was Christmas, he dramatically flung himself on the couch.

"Well you see, you bought a great deal of alcohol. Went to your car and started drinking. Then after you got really smashed, you called your dear ex boyfriend Deano. Who was having dinner with Micheal and myself. So we volunteered to go get your sorry ass before you got yourself arrested. Because you were singing Britney Spears, and then moved on to Lady Gaga really loudly. "

"I don't even like Britney Spears that much," I muttered, turning fifty shades of red.

"That's the funny part." Lucifer kept this stupid grin on his face, while Micheal glared at him. The turned to give me a sympathetic look.

"Dean was concerned, and we decided it would be better if we came and got you. Dean did want to come, but Lucifer threatened to torture him and his family in hell for over a 100 years. Which is rude considering I'm related to him."

I felt touched that dean wanted to help, but them horrified by the idea of what I told him.

"Micheal, what did I tell dean?"

He froze, like he was trying to remember.

"I honestly don't think I heard, " I think lucifer mumbled liar, " all I know is you told him where you were"

"Oh my Chuck, wow. That's still embarrassing," I'm never going to live this down.

"Well I'm gonna go change, y'all wanna get some lunch?" I asked, and they nodded.

I could barely here them as they said
"Why'd you lie? Cas said I love you still to Dean! That's progress!"

"Because the poor guy was blackout drunk, plus he didn't need to hear......" their voices got to quiet to listen to.

What did dean say to me?