A/N: This is a fic that came into being because of a song. They lyrics of the song are at the bottom and I would recommend you listen to the song while reading. It is called "Graffiti on the Train" by Stereophonics. Please read and Review.
Rhea

Warning: It'll hit you right in the feels.

Disclaimer: I own neither the characters, not the song- which is written by Kelly Jones and performed by Stereophonics.


Graffiti on the train

He woke up at the sound of his alarm beeping quietly under his pillow. He was lucky that Cas was a deep sleeper; otherwise he would have had to explain why his alarm was going off at 3:30 in the morning. He carefully moved out of bed and got dressed, dark jeans, dark hoodie and a black jacket. He grabbed the bag of supplies and walked downstairs and out of the front door.

He could feel himself getting more and more nervous as he walked down the street. He'd been planning this for a few weeks and he couldn't believe he was going to do it. He stopped on the corner of the street and took a deep breath. He could feel the rain on his face and hear the rain drops falling on the wet pavements. He looked to the corner house where the local children kick a football after school.

He started to move again towards the train station. He'd spent the last few weeks checking which trains went where, what times the trains came in and out at, which trains would come past at the right time. It was planned meticulously, because it had to be perfect.

Dean Winchester was going to ask Castiel Novak to marry him

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Cas woke early the next morning. Dean had gone already, which wasn't unusual. He worked at a garage so he started early. Cas sat up and rolled his shoulders, getting out of bed to trim his stubble and have a shower.

Once showered and dressed in his usual blue suit and tie, his beige trench coat was laid on the side ready to face the rain. He stood and watched the rain fall on the window as he drank his coffee before walking to the train station.

He reached the platform and could hear people whispering. Someone had fallen onto the tracks in the night. He shook his head, stories like that were more common than he liked to think about. And yet, this story made him uncomfortable.

Cas shook it off as he moved towards the platform edge. He stood in exactly the same spot everyday, so that he could sit in the same carriage. He was a creature of habit.

He looked at the train and suddenly couldn't breath.

The doors read "Cas, Marry me? I love you!"

He stared for a second before the rush of people trying to get on forced him to move. People were talking. People were talking on the tube and all Cas could think about was talking to dean.

His heart had almost stopped. He was ecstatic. He made the call to Dean's mobile, to say yes. To say to the man he loved that he would marry him.

Dean's phone went to voicemail. Cas frowned, the only reason that happened was if dean was with a customer. It was still a bit early, but he supposed it was an emergency they'd come in as early as possible.

He walked from the station to his building and frowned at the two police cars outside. He paused to look at them, tilting his head in confusion, before walking through the front door. At the front desk two uniformed officers were stood with two Detectives, wearing suits and trench coats of black and grey.

Someone pointed to him and they met his eyes solemnly.

Dean was gone this morning, the graffiti, no answer on his phone,

"He surfed the train and slipped up"

The whispering at the train station…

He couldn't breathe.

Dean…

He couldn't be. It couldn't be….

Dean rode the train to ask him to marry him…

Dean had asked him to marry him, to be his husband, he couldn't be…

He felt his knees collapse underneath him, his eyes were blurry. He couldn't breathe…

Dean…


Sets out he left his lover sleeping
Rain falls he's drowning in his secret
Wet streets are quiet as a church hall
Last house where children kick the football

Crossroads his heart is beating faster
Getting close to ask another question
"Marry me" he wants to paint the words on
The night train he's hiding with his spray cans
Tonight he's gonna ride
When the paint is done and dried oh come on

Day breaks his lover yawns and wakes up
Sips her cup and dusts her face in makeup
Platform she hears the people whisper
Someone died, they surfed the train and slipped up

Train comes the coach she's always used to
The doors read a "Marry me I love you"
Heart stops ecstatic and suspicious
She makes the call but he don't pick the phone up
The train sped down the line
It was the last train he would ride oh no

Oh the graffiti on the train
Oh the graffiti on the train
Oh the graffiti on the train
Oh she will never be the same, oh, no
Rolled into her life
Oh the graffiti on the train oh