Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural there would a whole hell of a lot more Castiel.
A/N: Spoilers for 5x22 Swan Song. I woke up with this idea in my head and knew I had to write it. Hope you enjoy it, my housemate did.
"Follow your heart."
Castiel looked around. He didn't see anyone who could have said that. Having decided to go back to Heaven, Castiel made a side trip before hand. If he was never going to be back on Earth - he figured it wouldn't need angels again for another two thousand years - he was going to indulge himself for a second before returning. Sitting on a park bench with a small container of peanut butter, Castiel almost dropped the spoon he had his hand wrapped around when he heard the voice.
"Castiel. Follow your heart."
"God?" He asked, wanting to listen to what the voice was telling him.
"Go, Castiel. Follow your heart."
"Yes, Father." Not dropping his peanut butter or spoon, he transported himself to a house that belonged to a woman. Before leaving Dean, they had discussed what they were going to do now. Castiel had said that he was returning home and Dean had told him that he was going to track town a woman named Lisa and her son Ben. To try and live an apple pie life, like he had promised Sam.
Putting the spoon in the jar, he knew that he shouldn't just appear in her house and he hoped that Dean was inside. When God had brought him back to life, he hadn't replaced his cellular phone, so he knocked on the door.
A woman with long dark hair and symmetrical features open the door, "Hello? Can I help you?"
"Is Dean here?" He asked, looking inside to see if he was.
"Not right now. He should be back in about five minutes. He's picking Ben up at practice." She looked him up and down. "You're not one of those demons are you?"
"No. I'm an angel of the Lord."
Her eyebrows rose and mouth opened for a second, "Right. Of course you are. Well, would you like to come inside and wait?"
Tilting his head Castiel nodded. "I would find that pleasurable." After a second he added, "Thank you."
He followed her to the living room and as she sat down in a chair, he sat down on the couch. "You want me to put your peanut butter on the table while you wait?"
"No. It is fine here." The jar had been closed, with the spoon buried deep inside of it.
They sat in silence for the remainder of the time, waiting for Dean to get back with the child she had called Ben. Before the door opened, they could hear laughter from the child and Dean's voice talking to him. Even to Castiel, he could hear how he was trying to cover up his pain from losing his brother. Or maybe Castiel was the only one who did hear it, he felt he knew Dean better than most.
As the two walked into the house Dean stopped talking and stared for a few seconds, "Cas?"
"Dean." Castiel paused, "This is where I say 'Hello', right?"
Dean nodded silently. Swallowing, he asked, "What are you doing here? Has something happened?"
He informed Dean, "God told me to follow my heart."
"You saw God?" He seemed pleased that Castiel had seen his Father. Probably because God had been missing and they hadn't ever found him. "Where was he?"
"I did not see him, Dean. He spoke to me." Castiel paused, "He told me to follow my heart."
"You said that part already." The child, Ben replied to him.
Glancing at the child, Castiel replied, "God was adamant about me following my heart."
"Okay." Dean nodded, "I'll play. What does your heart want?"
Castiel got up and moved in front of Dean, invading his space. Reaching out he put a hand on the side of Dean's face and cupped it. Moving closer still, he put his lips on Dean's and gave him a chaste kiss. Pulling away a second later, Castiel said, "You."
Dean stood there, his mouth open a bit and eyes wide. "Me? You want me?"
"I thought it would be obvious."
After a second's pause Dean's brow furrowed, "Are you eating peanut butter?"
Castiel nodded and showed the jar to Dean, "I am fond of it."