Author's Note; Hi there, first Supernatural story so please do make sure and tell me what you think so I can improve!
Summary; (Future Dean and Castiel) "I like past you." Castiel had said. Well, truth is, Dean liked past Castiel too.
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Sat outside in the open back of a pick up truck, Dean Winchester was slowly making his way through the six pack of beer he'd claimed for his own. He glanced up at the stars, into the 'heavens', huffed in contempt and opened another can.
"I like past you."
Dean sighed as, yet again, the words came back to him. You'd have thought three beers would be enough to drown the voice out but, somehow, it only made it louder.
It bothered him. It bothered him that Castiel would just so casually throw those words at him, but then again, thought Dean as he took another swig of beer, Castiel did pretty much everything casually these days; he was casually drunk, casually stoned and casually having sex with about six women at the same time at least once a week.
He knew what he should have said, what 'past' him would have said. He would have looked Castiel straight in the eye and said;
"Well I like past you too." He muttered, slightly bitterly.
That was what he should have said. Would have wiped that smile of his face and gave him something to think about.
Dean sighed again as he finished his fourth can, the hostility leaving him as a new emotion wrestled to capture his attention.
"I really did like the old you Cas." He said, "I liked you when you had that stick up your ass and you didn't even know what sex was. When you used to get confused over the ways of humans and never got my references. Hell, I'd give anything for you to drop in and invade my personal space like you used to, when you didn't know about boundaries."
Dean was cut off when he heard the sound of a door opening and he sunk down lower in the truck. He wasn't hiding, Dean Winchester did not hide. He just didn't want anyone to find him, that was all.
He watched as the lone figure that looked quite like Lisa made its way briskly from one house to another. No one should really be out at night, it was too dangerous. Says he who is alone in the back of a pick up truck without anyone knowing where he was.
Duty pulled at him once again. He really should go back inside. They would be wondering where he was, looking for him maybe. Resentment bubbled inside him, he couldn't just have one night to himself could he? He had to be there for everyone, there to tell everyone what to do and how to do it, they couldn't do anything for themselves and give him a break could they?
He groaned and reached up to cover his eyes as if by not seeing where he was, he could be back in the past with old Cas and Sammy next to him, lying on the hood of the Impala as they spoke about their next move and about how neither of them would ever say yes. Back to a time when all three believed that they could still win this thing.
Dean quickly shoved away this image; as much as he wanted to lie in it forever, it was too painful. Sam had betrayed him. But not only him. Sam had betrayed Cas, Lisa, Ben, Chuck, the whole goddamn human race! Hell he'd betrayed Angels and Demons too. But Dean didn't even care about that anymore. All he cared about was that his Sammy was gone and he was never coming back.
Just like his Cas was gone.
But occasionally, he came back. In those precious few hours when Castiel was sober, Dean could see remnants of the Angel he used to be and, to Dean, the Angel he'd always be.