Title: Come Home
An: In honor of the start of femeslash week, I made this. It's a ficlet feme! Au of Destiel. Castiel=Castiella and Dean=Deanna, obviously. This is an AU where Cass and Deanna are in college. Enjoy!
Ship: Feme!Destiel
Summary: Castiella has to write an essay on the adverse affects of sexual repression in a person's youth to their sexual private life when they get older, and she can't stop thinking about her girlfriend a million miles away.
Disclaimer: If I owned these characters there is no way in hell Cas would have died. So therefore, I don't own these characters.
"An aversion to sexual activities that are aligned to what you are sexually attracted to, is not uncommon among people that are not hetero-normative in their sexuality. Yet, it is a very painful existence when that aversion stems from society or domestic induced self hate."
The girl paused in typing and stared at the picture to her right. The picture was of a boyish girl wrapping her arms around her. God, she missed that girl. Castiella had never missed her more. But she couldn't call Deanna. Deanna was too busy. It wasn't fair to her; a call from Castiella could make it so much harder for her to be away. They made a promise that in a year or as soon as Deanna could get Sam under control. Her little brother was lost. Sam needed Deanna right now more than ever before. She said she would call Castiella as soon as she could. But, it's been six months. Castiella could still see that wry smirk that played on her girlfriends lips when she said, "Don't pout Cass, I'll be back. Not even God himself, sitting on a tortilla, could keep us apart. You'll see me." Her eye green twinkling as got into her car. Cass replayed the memory again and again. But it only made her heart hurt more.
Her gender studies paper was due on Friday and she had only made headway. She kept on thinking about De the whole time. Deanna's father was a monster. He made sure Deanna couldn't ever come out of the closet. Keep a credo that she had to be just like her mom. Take care of her brother Sam, cook dinner every night, clean the house regularly, learn first aid so she could patch John up when he got hurt, do whatever needed to be done, and when Deanna got to close to actually going somewhere with her life her father made her drop out because it was interfering with here duty at home, saying that she would just end up working for at the auto shop anyway. He spent her life pointing out all the gay people and saying how wrong it was. Deanna never had a chance. But then, he died. Cass remembered lifting her aversion to sexual intimacy between females. This essay wasn't helping her stop missing Deanna at all. But just then, the phone rang. Castiella walked over to the phone and picked it up.
"Babe, I'm coming home." A familiar voice said simply.
"When," Castiella asked, silently praying that it was soon.
"Open your door. I'm here now." Castiella blinked and dropped the phone. She walked straight to the door.
"Long time no see beautiful." Deana said with a smirk.
"Come here, now." Cass stepped forward pushed her in the house and started kissing her like she had never kissed her before. Their kissing escalated and they ended like all good reunions with Cass's head lying against Deanna chest.
"I've missed you." Cass said.
"Me too."