Dear Addiction

Chapter thirty nine

Three days.

Dean waited three days until he went to talk to Cas, before that, avoiding him at all cost. Finally a day before Dean left for LA when he knew Logan would be at work, Dean went next door, knocking on Cas's apartment.

"Dean?" Cas questioned, as he pulled open the front door,.

"We need to talk," Dean said. He glanced over the other's shoulder, into the apartment. "Can I come in?"

Cas didn't reply and instead walked back into the apartment, Dean following, closing the front door behind him. He stopped in the kitchen, a foot or so away, his eyes darting down the other's body. Cas wore his usual black dress pants, paired with his dress shoes, and a dark blue button up, the same shade as his eyes. It looked good on him, though hung slightly around his body.

Finally Dean's gaze went back to the other's, a hesitant breath parting his lips, then another, before speaking. "You need to leave him."

"Excuse me?"

"You need to leave him," Dean repeated.

Cas tilted his head to the right, eyes squinted and nose scrunched. "I'm failing to see how this involves you, or is your decision."

"You're my friend."

Before Cas could reply, the sound of small footsteps came, causing Dean to turn his head to the hallway, where Jack had just come from, a smile across the child's face. "Bean," Jack cried.

A smile spread across Dean's own face as Jack came running forward, wrapping his arms around Dean's legs. "Hey kid," Dean hummend. When Jack let go, Dean crouched to the ground "How're you doin'?"

Jack didn't reply, instead raising the toy car in his hand to show Dean. a small yellow sports car, with the hot wheels symbol on it's side. "Wow, that's awesome, where'd you get it?" He asked, looking back to Jack.

"From santa!"

"Really?" Dean asked, getting a nod from the child. "Did he get you a lot?"

"Yah!" Jack forced the toy car into Dean's hand, before looking back up to him, with wide eyes. His lips puckered out the slightest. "Wait," Jack said, with such intensity Dean couldn't help his widening grin, as the child turned away, and ran back to his room, retaining moments later, arns filled with various stuffed animals, books and other toys.

"Shit," Dean, watched as Jack dropped his pile in front of Dean, before sitting down to sort through it. "You were spoilt."

Jack didn't reply, instead picking up a stuffed elephant for Dean to see. "Sis- sis is Tommy."

After the elephant Jack showed off the stuffed dog he'd gotten, followed by a stack of picture books, and then a set of cars. He babbled on the whole time, his word becoming a blurred mess that Dean didn't quite understand but pretended to anyways. Making small comments on toys Jack seemed to especially like.

"Can we-" Jack began after he'd shown Dean everything in his pile. The child looked down as he spoke, picking at the mane of a stuffed lion. "We can play."

"How about we play in a few minutes." Dean glanced up to Cas who hovered beside Jack, then back to the child, meeting Jack's wide eyes. "Me and your dad need to talk first."

"Okay!"

Dean gave a small nod, before he stood, gaze back on Cas, who looked back with his usual intensity. "Dean," he began, voice low, and steady, a warning tone to it. "Not in front of Jack"

"We can talk on the deck."

Cas pressed his lips into a tight line, "Fine." He turned away, walking to the apartments deck without another word, Dean following behind.