Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural - I am making no money for having written this.

I started on this months ago and finally got around to finishing it up this weekend. Here is my second attempt at writing a slash story and unfortunately it has the same feel as my previous one. I also attempted with this to practice without using any dialogue, just description and I hope I did okay. This is based on the closing scene of the music video for 'The One That Got Away' from Katy Perry. Enjoy.

Dean waited until his brother was really asleep before grabbing his jacket and car keys and booking it out of town. He drove and drove for miles with no distractions to slow him down – just the single minded thought to get there. This was the closest they'd been to the town in months (It was being avoided at all costs – an unspoken yet mutual decision). Today, it didn't matter if it was a three hour drive – he just needed to go back and see. The highway was mercifully empty of cars and, since it was the middle of the week, it was doubtful there'd be cops out checking people for speeding and reckless driving, of which Dean was guilty of both.

When he finally arrived at his destination shortly after sunrise, he hadn't seen another soul in over an hour, not even a local health nut taking an early morning jog. Slowly, Dean stepped out of the car and walked the short fifteen steps to the chain linked fence and stared out at the apparently always murky reservoir. He wrapped the fingers of one hand around a metal link and ran his other hand over his mouth, wiping away moisture that collected on his face. Shakily, he leaned his entire body against the fence and just stared. It was eerily quiet here too, no birds or insects in the lifting fog - just the quiet rippling of water.

And then he appeared before him, as suddenly as a ghost. On ingrained instinct, Dean took one step back.

He was still covered head to toe in black, oily residue and was also wet as though he'd simply decided to go swimming in a suit. He wasn't wearing his trench coat though. He lost that after he'd…

Their eyes locked, blue on green, and the other wrapped his long, beautiful, ink stained fingers around the chain links near to Dean's hands. They didn't touch. They said nothing, just allowed their eyes to take in each other after months apart before he reached out and traced his dripping finger just along Dean's jaw line. His fingers didn't even touch him, just ghosted along and Dean felt a pleasing shudder throughout his body, making him shut his eyes in a feeling of long lost rapture. He taught that nerd angel that trick himself…

When he opened his eyes and prepared to make a smart remark, Dean discovered he was alone once again. Far off across the water, a bird made a trilling noise as it flew up above and away. Dean waited a few more seconds to be completely sure that he wouldn't reappear again like he was known to be able to.

He didn't.

And Dean had lost him again.

I promise, my 3rd slash story will have a happier ending. Have a very nice day.