It had been weeks since the Winchester boys had seen Castiel…well, the Leviathan walk into the water never to be seen again. And since then, Sam had grown used to Dean's almost constant silence. It wasn't a true all the time silence, but the kind of silent where he'd answer in short sentences and never once talk about how he was feeling. He wouldn't even call Sam out on when the youngest Winchester was lying about how he was doing.
All Dean really did, was stare at that trench coat. The trench coat that had been the only reminder of his angel and friend…his only true friend really. Day after day, whenever they would get in from a hunt he would sit on his bed and just look at that coat as if it had an answer on how to get Cas back; even though he knew that was impossible and his angel was never coming back.
Sam had tried to get his brother to put it in the trunk of the Impala or hell, even the backseat. Anywhere but in his damn bag where he'd torture himself by staring at it for hours upon hours trying to find a way to save the angel who was long gone.
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Dean and Sam walked into one of the typical run-down motels they'd grown accustomed to staying at and Sam went straight to his computer to do more research on Leviathan and any ways they could take it down and Dean went to his bed and automatically grabbed his bag with the trench coat. He never touched the coat, he would just stare at it. But today…today Dean needed to feel the familiar fabric of his angel's jacket. Just as he was about to pull it from the bag, there was a knock on the door of the motel room.
Dean looked at Sam, "I'll get it." he murmured, so the younger boy could continue with his research. The eldest Winchester sighed, noticing there wasn't a peep hole for the door and blindly opened it. As he did, the whole world around him stopped.
"I heard that you have something that belongs to me," the man paused for a moment, "Dean."
It couldn't be, it couldn't be the angel that he saw walk into the water to never return. The one that the Leviathan said was dead.
"Cas…" Dean breathed.
Castiel didn't say anything, only let a small smirk play on his lips. The smirk wasn't condescending like the Leviathan, but instead it was timid and slightly awkward.
This was his angel…it had to be.
Dean didn't hesitate, he just wrapped his shaking arms around the slighter frame of the angel in-front of him. Castiel tensed for a moment, not having ever experienced a hug before. Shyly, he wrapped his arms around the Winchester, letting out a deep breath.
"You son-of-a-bitch." Dean breathed, a slight catch in his voice as he spoke as he tried to keep his emotions back. Castiel didn't say anything, just smiled into the man's shoulder.
"Cas, welcome back," came Sam's voice - a smile evident -, "But can you two get a room? I'm trying to do some research."
A bit reluctantly the two men at the doorway pulled from each others grasps.
"Dean, I still believe that you have my jacket."