Thin rays of light exposed dust particles that flitted through the air. A sharp intake of breath disrupted their quiet drifting. The following release of breath did no better to quell the rushing dust. The owner to the breath continued on his path. Loose leaves sank into the damp dirt under his feet. The man's right hand glided across the bark of a large,old, oak tree. The touch was a familiar one as he had made this rip many times before. He rounded the tree to a small hill over looking a brook. The water babbled and splashed with it's quick flow. Near the bank of the water stood a young maple tree. Dean sat at the base of it and flicked a few rocks across the water. A tired sigh escaped his lips. Only one thing, one person, was on his mind.
Dean leaned back on the tree and stared into he water. He searched over his reflection. A pathetic look of despair, one he would never allow Sam to see, encased his features. He turned his eyes away, not wanting to recognize his own sadness. His eyes landed on a spot in the water not too far away. Another face looked up at him. Dean jumped from his spot and jerked his head to the creator of the reflection. There Castiel stood, prim and proper as usual. Emotion flooded Dean like the brook would into a lake. His mind was unclear of what actions to take next.
"Your thoughts are rather loud Dean," Cas spoke. His rugged voice was almost a relief to Dean: as if i were proof that Cas was real.
"I didn't think that you would come," Dean stepped slowly forward to the angel.
"Well, I thought about it, but we had promised that when we were here we would be allowed to set aside our problems. This was a place where we could simply enjoy each others company." Cas stepped forward as well.
"I know Cas, but we need to talk about something. You can't hide everything. Just tell me something Cas. The truth; anything." Dean's voice raised slightly. Cas took a step back in retreat.
"I can tell you that the tablet is safe and I will protect it from any living thing as long as I possibly can," Dean winced at a note of hostility in Castiel's voice. "I can also tell you that I came here because I share the same feeling of longing for a break and a moment as you do."
Dean raised his eyebrows and sat at the base of the tree again. He gave an inviting nod of his head and Cas took up the space beside him. They both watched he water with a palpable air hanging around them. Dean moved his hand from his legs and set it on Castiel's knee. With a shift of his weight he was looking Cas in the eye. The angel's innocent blue orbs blinked with his delicate curiosity. Dean brushed his fingers along the line of Castiel's messy black hair and followed it to the back of his leaned forward and pressed their lips together. The soft pink glided together gently, in a long kiss both expressing heir 'longing, feelings from before.