Dear Addiction

Chapter twenty

"I need your phone?"

"Where's yours?"

"I don't have Cas's number" Dean replied, "come on man."

Sam sighed but handed over his phone, before going back to looking at their plane tickets. They'd just gotten through airport security, and now stood at some seating. Carry on bags surrounding them as they retied their shoes, and refilled their bags with the things they'd taken out. "I think our gates this way," Sam said pointing to a sign that led to gate A through D.

Dean only nodded, his head already down, with the phone on. He followed his brother and the kids as he scrolled through Sam's phone for the messages app, "what're you texting him about?" Dean didn't glance up, he began scrolling through Sam's contacts until he found Castiel's name.

"Why do you gotta know?" Dean asked, not looking up. His thumbs hesitated over the screen for a second, before he quickly typed put a message. 'You ok? -Dean'

"You're using my phone."

Dean glanced to his brother, who walked next to him, "fine," Dean began, "I was seeing if Cas wanted to fuck when we got back." a smirk spread across Dean's face as he watched Sam's features drop in horror, "I was thinkin' we'd do it in yer bed."

"Dude!" Sam cried

Dean laughed, watching as Sam covered his ears, giving Dean a dramatic glare, before he walked a head to his kids. "Nosey son of a bitch," Dean mumbled. He looked back down to the phone, a smile grazing his lips as he saw Cas's reply, 'yes -Castiel'.

'You don't need to sign your name'

'But you did.'

"Daddy a puppy! Look! Daddy!" Dean looked up at the sound of Ellie's cries, and to the dog she pointed. A german shepherd with one ear, that stood off to the side, with a security guard. A red vest covered it's brown fur. "Let's see the puppy!" She begged.

Dean looked back down to the phone, his fingers quickly typing across the screen, 'Hows jack' He read over the message quickly before hitting send. Castiel's words from the night before still weighed on Dean, 'Please don't talk to Logan'. They'd kept him up that night, and even now he couldn't shake them. Bringing an uneasy feeling that Dean couldn't quite describe.

"Ellie we can't pet it, the puppies working."

"Can we please look just close, I won't touch."

"You promise?"

"Yah!"

Dean kept his head down as he followed them stopping when his brother did, only a foot or two away from the dog. Sam had immediately launched into an apology though the security guard didn't seem to mind Ellie just looking. 'He is good.' Dean's heart fluttered as he watched the grey dots appear, soon the next text appearing, 'Thank you again for looking after him.'

"Dean!" Dean looked up at the sound of his name and to Ellie who'd crouched down to the dogs height, "look a puppy."

"Wow!" Dean replied, in fake interest, his gaze already back on the phone.

As he typed out a message, he could hear Ellie making a small mewing noise attempting to coax the dog closer. He'd just started typing, when his gaze went from Sam's phone and to the dog that walked towards him without hesitation. The dogs brown eyes looking up as he got closer. Dean could feel his stomach drop as the dog began to whine, pressing it's nose to Dean's duffle bag. "Sir could I please look in your bag."

Dean looked from the officer then to his brother, whose face had dropped, pale in horror. "I swear," Dean began, "I don't have anything on me."

"Sir, give me your bag."