Hey guys! this is the first chapter to the sequel to Summer Heat's Gonna Drive You Crazy. If you haven't already read that story, please go to it and catch up! Thank you always for following this series and I hope there is more to come. Tell me what you think of this sequel in the reviews! Thanks!
Castiel stared at his calendar. He stared at it for a long time. He counted the days since he last saw Dean. When he asked Dean to come with him to California. Will you come with me? Those words seemed too simple to Castiel, but he knew Dean thought the opposite. It was irrational; to pick up everything and move across country with someone who had just recently broke Dean's heart. Castiel sighed, looking away from his calendar and back to his homework at his desk. It was only a matter of time before Dean gave Castiel his answer. Castiel was just wondering how long it would take. It was already two months into the semester. No answer from Dean. Sure there had been calls everyday at around the same time when Dean got off work. There were lots of "ten times more" sayings and the occasional "I miss you," but Dean never gave his answer. Castiel sighed, leaning back in his desk chair. He forgot about his paper for the moment and agonized the minutes passing with Dean not there with him.
"What's going on, lover boy?" Came an unusual mixed english accent from across the room. "Has your imaginary boy not called yet?" Castiel turned around and glared at his roommate, an international student named Balthazar Roché, or Balt as some called him around campus.
"He's not imaginary. His name is Dean." Castiel wasn't fond of his roommate. Balthazar was an outgoing person who wore too low of a V-neck. Castiel huffed and cross his arms over his chest, turning back to his paper that was due the following week.
"If's he's got a name, doesn't make him any less imaginary." Balthazar chuckled. "Do you even have a picture of this guy?" Balthazar stood up and walked over to Castiel, peering over his shoulder. "Picture, or he doesn't exist." Balthazar clapped his hands on Castiel's shoulders. Castiel shrugged him off.
"I don't have one of him." He frowned. When Castiel had left for home after Dean's injury, he had deleted all traces of Dean. He had regained Dean's phone number, only because Dean insisted that Castiel turn his phone back on so that he could get a hold of him.
Balthazar stood back and laughed. "Well, darling. I need to get you out of this room and out on the town. I heard there was a killer club-"
"No thank you." Castiel let his roommate down with ease. "I have all of this homework to do." He motioned to the books on his desk and the document pulled up on his laptop.
"It's Friday, Cassie." Balthazar whined. "You can do that all on Sunday."
"Please don't call me that." Castiel grumbled.
"Well, I can't call you Cas, and now I can't call you Cassie. What can I call you?"
"Castiel."
"Sounds too biblical." Balthazar rolled his eyes. He went back to sit on his side of the room on his bed. "But I can't say much about my own name. Our parent's must have been crazies." Balthazar flopped down on his bed and cross his arms behind his head. "But honestly, we need to do something this weekend. Do you even have any other friends? Other than me, that is." Balthazar grinned, winking at Castiel. Castiel leaned over the back of his chair and stared at his roommate.
"I have friends." Castiel retorted. He had Jo, and Charlie and Gabriel was his brother, but Castiel still considered him probably his closest friend. Dean was his boyfriend, so there's another one. Castiel liked to think he was making friends on campus, but Balthazar was right. Castiel was only friends with his roommate. There was the one girl in his general education, English class that he would like to call a friend. Though, he was pretty sure she didn't know his name, as she kept calling him Clarence.
"Right." Balthazar fanned himself. "We can go to the beach. It's nice out today, not too windy." Balthazar hung his legs over the side of his bed and hopped down. "How about it?" After receiving silence from Castiel, Balthazar groaned. "You can't just sit there and wait for that phone to ring."
"I can and I will." Castiel replied, looking at his phone placed on the edge of his desk. Dean called at the same time, right after work. It was nearing then. Castiel counted the minutes. Five past four o' clock was when his phone would ring. The three-hour difference was harsh between the east and west coast. Dean worked all day to busy himself. He would then be tired so the length of their phone conversation would be cut off when it hit around ten o'clock Dean's time, compared to seven o'clock Castiel's time.
A few more minutes past four and right on queue, Castiel's phone started to buzz, playing one of Dean's favorite Kansas songs, Carry on Wayward Son. Castiel quickly grabbed his phone and left the room. "I miss you." Castiel automatically said, shutting the door to his room behind him after hearing Balthazar shout that he still didn't believe Dean existed.
"Hey, babe." Dean answered. "I miss you too. How was your day?" Castiel could hear how tired Dean was. He heard Dean groan over the phone as he most likely sat down for the first time that day.
"Uneventful." Castiel answered. He traveled down the hall, pacing back and forth between the lounge and his own room. "Did you work again today?" Castiel didn't know why he had asked. The answer was always the same.
"Yeah. You know, working on cars and such." Dean chuckled into the phone. "But listen. I have to go, I promised Sam I would take him and this chick he likes to the movies. Can't let my little brother down. I can call you later, though."
Castiel frowned, stopping the in the hall. He leaned against the white washed wall. "Okay, yeah." He was disappointed that he couldn't talk to Dean longer, but knew that, to Dean, family always came first. "You don't have to call if you're tired. I know you work hard." Castiel felt his hands tremble while holding his phone up to his ear.
"Cas, don't be like this." Dean sighed into the phone. Some things fumbled around, like wind rushing across the speaker. "I'll call you later, okay?"
"Okay." Castiel complied. "Talk to you later, Dean."
"Ten times more, babe."
Castiel smiled to himself, turning on his feet, heading back to his room, slightly happier. "A hundred times more." He responded before ending the call and walking back into his room. His face was red with blush and when his roommate saw him, he laughed.
"I really need to listen to this guy's voice if you make a face like that every time you're off the phone with him." Balthazar was lying back on his bed again, kicking his feet into the air. "So how about that beach?" He looked up, hoping Castiel would change his mind. "Please?"
Castiel sat down at his desk, resuming his homework. "Maybe some other time." Castiel looked up at his calendar again. His and Dean's four-month anniversary was coming up soon. Castiel kept track of the little things like that. They kept his mind at ease when Dean wasn't around to distract him. After about an hour of silence in the room and Balthazar leaving for food, Castiel heard his phone beep, signaling a text. He opened it.
From 'Dean.'
So what's your address? I want to send you something in the mail. D.W. Castiel smiled and quickly text out his dorm address. He waited a few more minutes for a reply. It was Dean again. I think you'll like the surprise. Castiel rolled his eyes. Dean always did strange things. He let the text roll from his thoughts as he continued with his homework.
Soon the sun was setting outside and Balthazar had made his way back to the dorm. He brought some food with him, sharing it with Castiel. They sat in front of their small TV and watched some reality show that was on. Balthazar found it entertaining, but Castiel was over it minutes into the show. He stood up, taking his plate a food with him and disposed of it in the trash. They had piled up some garbage over the week and it was finally getting on Castiel's nerves. It was something he had never been bothered with, but Dean's military cleanliness had gotten the best of him and he then tried to keep everything orderly and clean.
"I'm going to go take the trash out." Castiel mumbled, picking up the large bag and leaving the dorm behind. He walked down four flights of stairs to the lobby of the dorm. The dumpsters were outside in between the two dorms that sat next to each other. While he was throwing the bag over the large metal edge of the dumpster, his phone started to ring. Castiel pulled it from his pocket. Dean was calling back.
"Dean, it's so late, why are you still up?" Castiel asked upon answering the phone. It was around ten o' clock in San Francisco, which made it one in the morning back in North Carolina where Dean was.
"Yeah it took me a while to get used to the jet lag."
Castiel's heart skipped a beat. "What?" He asked. "Dean, what did you say?" He needed to hear it again.
"Jet lag? Never have been on a plane before, let me tell you, not my favorite."
Castiel was on the verge of tears. "Dean, where are you?"
"Well judging by the address you gave me, I'm thinking I'm standing in front of your dorm " Castiel let out a joy filled yell. He practically jumped from where he was and ran to the front of his dorm building. He was still on the phone with Dean. He looked around, searching for Dean frantically. "I see you."
"Dean, where the hell are you?" Castiel dropped his phone when he saw Dean in the distance, staring up the side of the building. Castiel ran as fast as his toned, runner's legs could take him. Dean saw him and smiled, outstretching his arms. Castiel lunged, throwing himself at Dean. They embraced and kissed.
"Told you this would be a surprise." Dean smiled. His existence in front of Castiel lit up the world around them. Dean kissed the bridge of Castiel's nose and then his lips again. He picked Castiel up off the ground, swung him around to the best of his ability and set him back down. He looked Castiel in the eyes and smiled. Castiel counted the freckles on Dean's face.
"It's really you."
"Of course." Dean answered. "It's really me." He kissed Castiel again and again, making up for the missed months of no contact. They shared each other in that moment in each other's arms. Everything was blissful and perfect until a shout came form the window on the fourth floor.
"Is that the imaginary boyfriend?!" Castiel looked up and saw Balthazar waving from the window. "I believe you now!" Castiel rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Dean who was really confused as to who that person was exactly and why he was being called an imaginary boyfriend.
"Roommate." Castiel sighed. "He's… different."
Dean laughed, waving back shortly to Castiel's roommate. "I see." He let his arms fall from Castiel and he looked up at the beautiful night sky. "So would you like to see my apartment?" He asked.
Castiel's eyes widened. "Apartment? What do you mean?"
Dean smiled, taking Castiel's hand in his own. "Did you really think I was just coming by for a visit?" Castiel swore he was going to faint.
