Dean initially thought he hated the long drive from Castiel's house. The drive there was certainly stressful. The traffic was terrible. The people in their fancy cars drove too slow for vehicles with that amount of power. He constantly worried about being pulled over by highway patrol for his reckless disregard of the speed limit. He could hear the music coming from his stereo but rarely enjoyed it. He would pick a song he loved only to find three minutes had passed with no recollection of hearing any of the lyrics. Those were the drives to Castiel's house and he always dreaded them. The drive home was a different experience. He loved the atmosphere that surrounded night driving. Three in the morning and he felt alone on the highway. He drove as fast as he dared push his car while singing along to all of his favorites. There was a permanent smile when he thought about the freedom he had this late at night. The freedom to change lanes and know without looking that there was no one there. The ability to take corners faster than he should for the pure joy that came from handling his car. Tonight was especially good he thought. He had been over at Cas' house for three days straight. The only reason he was going home now was because he had worn through all of his clothing and Cas had things to do in the morning. Dean had asked what things but Cas had been vague and dodgy on the subject. Dean scowled for a minute as he scanned the road considering how far his exit still was. He didn't like it when people he cared about hid things from him. Sure, it made him a hypocrite because he lived in a constant state of denial and refused to talk about things but he didn't care. Hypocrisy be damned. He probably had angel duties to attend to and didn't want to bore Dean with the details he reasoned. For the first time in all his drives home he wondered why Cas couldn't have chose a house closer to him or why he chose to live apart from Dean at all. A question he would have to remember to ask Cas the next time he went over. Before this three day reprieve it had been two weeks since Dean had seen him and a long two weeks it had been. He had practically ripped Cas' clothes off of him when he walked in the door. Cas had barely gotten the "Hello Dean" from his mouth before Dean was crushing their lips together, his hands behind Cas' neck holding him in place so he couldn't escape. Cas had let out a small chuckle that made Dean pause for a moment. He prompted Cas to explain with a twitch of his eyebrows.

"I missed you too." He said simply with a shrug of his shoulders and all of Dean's composure disappeared. The memory of pinning Cas to the bed while he begged Dean to fuck him gave Dean a sinful smile. Those three days of comfort, security, and sex should hold him over for at least a week. At least he hoped it would hold him over. He hated these long periods devoid of Cas. It wouldn't be so bad if the angel knew how to work a cellphone properly. Heaven probably didn't get reception anyway, Dean thought grumpily. Dean was always unhappy when he thought about Cas in heaven.

Fifteen minutes later and he was pulling onto his street and parking in front of his house. The lights were off because Sam was still away on a hunting trip. After promising that he would call Cas at the first sign of trouble, Dean agreed to let Sam go away on his own. Sam had grumbled something about "being a grown man" before slipping into his own car and driving away. If it hadn't been for the angelic distraction Dean would have spent the entire week worrying. As it was he was calling Sam every five hours for updates. He trusted Sam but he was one of the only two family members he had in the world. He couldn't help his overbearing nature. He heaved a sigh while unlocking the front door. He was alone again and who knew for how long this time. The noise his keys made when he dropped them into the ceramic bowl next to the door taunted him. It echoed through the empty rooms and had Dean sinking into a quick depression. He wished he knew how to be comfortable being alone. Luckily he was exhausted enough that one beer was sure to send him into a coma. He shed his shoes by the front door and padded to the kitchen in his socks. The fridge was full of healthy food he would never touch and all of his beer and meat in the bottom left drawer. He grabbed a beer and twisted off the top before settling down to drink away his discomfort for the night.

He woke the next morning to a voicemail from Sam and a text from Cas. The text simply said "Good Morning :)" but it made Dean smile in spite of himself nonetheless. Sam's voicemail was wordy and full of advice about how Dean shouldn't worry. Dean rolled out of bed and immediately started planning the day in his head. He knew that if he didn't keep busy he was bound to start feeling sorry for himself. The silent empty house would begin to drive him crazy. He turned the water in the shower on. Waiting for the water to warm up he looked in the mirror at his features. He looked older than he remembered but the bags under his eyes that were a permeant feature for the longest time were no longer there. He stepped into the shower and adjusted the water to a temperature his skin could stand. He grabbed the soap and began to work the suds into this skin. The memory of his last shower ebbed into his mind. Cas had planted kisses on every area Dean cleaned. The attention had made Dean's cock hard and he had leaned Cas against the shower wall. He nibbled on Cas' neck and felt fingers run through his hair. It wasn't until shampoo ran down his face that he realized Cas' was washing his hair for him while they kissed. Cas always was great at multitasking, an art Dean never really mastered. He found it hard to concentrate on cleaning himself with a wet and naked Cas wrapped around him. The memory of that shower and the events that followed made Dean aroused. In his mind Cas whispered dirty things in his ear before pulling it into his mouth. Dean wrapped a hand around his quickly hardening cock. His morning cleansing rituals would have to wait.