Always

Castiel lay on his bed, looking up at his ceiling as if there were stars dancing on it, waiting to hear the sound of the doorbell.

His heart pounded with anticipation. Something about Dean's… everything.

Even though they'd only been together 6 months, to Castiel it felt like a lifetime. They were seemingly the perfect couple. However, they didn't finish each other's sentences, which their friends were thankful for.

It had been one of those cliché, teen high school movie relationships at the beginning. You know, the ones that you already know the ending to before you step foot into the theater.

Dean was the jock with all the girls hanging on each arm, Castiel was the nerd with one friend. They fell in love and Dean gave it all up for Castiel blah blah blah- predictable.

Everything at school had calmed down and accepted they were together in these 6 short months, but things with the happy couple had escalated, in a good way though. The best way possible, in fact.

Castiel hadn't noticed his heart beating faster just thinking about Dean. He went downstairs just to see his brother, Gabriel, walking out the door.

"Hey little bro, I'm going out for a bit, figured I'd leave you two alone." Gabriel finished with the raising of an eyebrow, a sly smile, and the shooting of his fingers at Castiel like guns.

Castiel just chuckled and rolled his eyes, knowing it was never anything like that between the two. Of course, they'd slept together before, but it wasn't just sex. It was a whole other experience between the two of them. Something else they could share together as a pair.

But he was thankful his brother would do that for him anyway. They'd always gotten along. Gabriel practically raised him, since his dad was never home.

Castiel never really knew their mother, she'd passed when he was just a baby. Gabriel remembered her, but all he said when Castiel asked was, "She's a beautiful, strong woman who loves you very much."

Castiel always noted how he used the present, but never said anything about it.

"Thanks, Gabe." He said with sincerity.

Castiel strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator, listening to the sound of his brother pulling away, and the sound of another vehicle pulling up.

Taking a gulp of beer, Castiel opened the door before Dean could reach the porch and greeted him halfway down the sidewalk.

"Someone's eager." Dean chuckled in surprise as Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck.

"Nope, just happy to see you." Castiel replied quietly, still holding onto Dean, eyes closed.

Dean gave Castiel one last squeeze before leading him back into the house, since it was chilly out and Dean didn't want his boyfriend getting a cold.

Ha, boyfriend.

Dean knew since he was a kid he wasn't straight. It took everything he had to actually tell people, and it felt nice to actually be able to call someone that.

"Beer?" Castiel shouted from the kitchen as Dean slipped his father's leather jacket off.

"Uh, no I'm good, thanks." Dean replied, his voice tense.

Castiel raised an eyebrow at him, even though he was on the other side of the wall, but decided to keep quiet about it for now.

Castiel joined Dean in the living room and pulled him down on the couch next to him, leaning in for a kiss.

Dean kissed back, but even his lips were tense as well. Castiel wanted to ignore it, but he couldn't help himself. Not after being let down basically his whole life. He was too insecure.

Castiel reluctantly pulled his lips from Dean's and looked at him with concern.

"…What?" Dean asked, already getting defensive.

Castiel crossed his arms and gave him a very wife-like look that said, you know exactly what.

Dean rolled his eyes and stood up. "Cas, babe, I'm fine." He said sternly, looking down at the unsatisfied Castiel. "Look, dad and Bobby are just kind of packing a bunch of shit on me down at the garage and I'm a little stressed out from the day, that's all."

Castiel softened his look and uncrossed his arms. He let his head fall to stare at the fidgeting hands in his lap.

Dean immediately got down on his knees and cupped Castiel's hands in his own. He bent his head down lower to be able to look into those gorgeous deep blue eyes.

"Don't worry about it, alright?" Dean said in the softest voice he could muster.

But he knew it wouldn't be.

"Hey…" Dean picked up Castiel's chin and planted a dominant but loving kiss on Castiel's big pink lips.

"I'm sorry I'm so insecure, I just… I can't-" Castiel's voice cracked and he couldn't believe he was actually about to cry.

He was going to have to work on being stronger.

Dean just let Castiel fall into his chest as a few tears escaped. "Shh, you don't have to apologize sweetheart. I'm still here." He almost said that he wasn't going anywhere, but had to stop himself.

"No, I do need to," Castiel began again, sitting back up and grabbing Dean's hands. "You just mean so much to me, Dean. You've brought me happiness I never even knew existed, just in this short time together. You've treated me like there was no other man on this planet. I don't know what in God's name I did to deserve someone as perfect as you, and I'm never going to let you go."

Dean's eyes welled up, but he willed the tears away and grew very serious.

"Castiel…" Dean started, his voice shaking, fearing that he was about to hurt the one he cared about the most. "I… I'm moving."