"Gabriel!" Michael groaned, shaking him awake.

"What the hell do you want? It's 2 AM in the morning." Gabriel sighed.

"Make him shut up." Michael grumbled.

"What?" Gabriel scoffed, but his question went unanswered when a cry of 'Dean!' was heard from down the hall. "Oh. Again."

Gabriel shuffled down the hallway and went into Cas's room. He was tossing and turning on the bed, mumbling Dean's name, occasionally yelling it. Gabriel sat on the side of Cas's bed and gently swaying Cas back and forth until he woke up.

"Gabriel?" Cas asked, turning on the light. "What are you doing up?"

"Dealing with you." Gabriel retorted.

"What'd I do now?" Cas grumbled.

"You wouldn't shut up. Have a bad dream?" Gabriel chuckled.

Cas nodded.

"Thought so. You were so loud, Michael woke me up and told me to shut you up." Gabriel laughed. "So you want to talk about it?"

Cas smiled a little bit. "It was about Dean, but I'm sure you gathered that much."

"To put it bluntly." Gabriel mused.

"We were walking on the beach in Florida. It was happy for a while. We were just laughing and talking and kissing and then, then the wave came in. A strong wave rolled onto the shore and knocked our feet out from under us. I stood up, but when I looked up, Dean was being slowly pulled out into the ocean. And he was crying my name, begging for help, but even when I reached him, I wasn't strong enough to pull him from the current of the sea. He started getting pulled out faster and faster, and I swam so hard to keep up to him so I wouldn't lose him. Again. But it was the same as always, something happened and he was gone. In this case, something being just exhaustion pulling him under and me failing to keep him afloat." Cas said.

"My God, Cas. You have some dark thoughts." Gabriel remarked.

"That's kind of what happens when you're torn away from the person you love." Cas muttered.

"You mean George Clooney?" Gabriel asked.

"No. I meant Dean. Why the hell would you think George Clooney?" Cas scoffed.

"Well he sent you a postcard." Gabriel smirked.

"Dean?" Cas smiled.

"George Clooney." Gabriel replied.

"Oh." Cas's face fell.

"It was for your birthday, but it wouldn't hurt for you to get it a few days early." Gabriel handed Cas a small card stock paper.

Cas looked at the front first. It was a picture of Hollywood. On the back, was a small message.

Hey, Cutie.

We should totally meet up sometime. I think you're awesome.

-G.C.

A smile spread across Cas's face. It may have said George Clooney, but the messy scrawl obviously belonged to Dean. He laughed when he saw something written in French at the bottom.

Getting your address was a bitch.

Cas wrapped his arms around his brother. "When can we go back to America?"

"I don't know." Gabriel sighed.

"Can't we just run away?" Cas flopped down into his pillow.

"It's not that simple. You know Michael won't willingly let us go until he finds us fit." Gabriel ruffled Cas's hair.

"I know." Cas pouted. "I hate it, though. I just think that since I'm almost nineteen now that I could actually be treated like any other nineteen year old."

"I feel you, Cassie. I feel you." Gabriel stood up and walked over to the door. "We'll get out of here eventually. Now get some sleep."

Gabriel entered his room and sat down on the bed.

"Thank you." Michael said as he left.

"You can complain about this all you want, but all this is happening because you didn't want them to be together you know." Gabriel stated.

Michael ignored him and shut the door.


~Three Years Later~


Dean was raking the leaves into a pile when he saw a white limo coming down the street. He laid his rake against the fence and stepped up to the side of the road as the limo came to a stop. The door slowly opened and a pair of black slacks stepped out. Dean couldn't make out who it was between the stubble and sunglasses.

"Do I know you?" Dean asked.

He took off his glasses and put them in his pocket and then jumped onto Dean, wrapping him in a tight hug.

"C-cas?"

"Dean." Cas whispered into his ear.

Dean pulled Cas in tighter and pressed his head into Cas's neck. "I thought you were gone for good."

"Never." Cas breathed.

Dean stepped back and held Cas away from him, smiling. He brought his hand up to caress Cas's face. "I can't believe it's really you."

"Well, it is." Cas sighed.

"Digging the five o'clock shadow." Dean smirked.

"Oh. Really? It's just been a few busy days and I didn't really have the chance to do much about my appearance." Cas ran a hand through his hair.

"Well, I like it." Dean replied, leaning into kiss Cas. Cas froze, but at the last second, turned his face away.

"Dean, no." Cas said.

Dean backed away. "What is it?"

"I'd very much love to have an intense make out session with you, but I don't think Anastasia would appreciate that." Cas looked down at his feet.

"Anastasia?" Dean asked.

"Anastasia is my-" Cas started.

"Girlfriend." Dean interrupted.

Cas nodded. "I'm sorry."

"Couldn't have expected you to stay single for all those years." Dean laughed. "Sexy grown ass man like you."

"I'm not grown ass, Dean. I'm 22 and a half." Cas stated.

"Whatever." Dean shrugged. "Here. Come on in. I'd tell you to make yourself at home, but I feel that'd be a tad redundant."

Cas laughed and walked with Dean to the gate. Dean opened his wallet and handed Cas a card. "I knew you'd come back eventually."

"Oh. Thanks." Cas grinned swiping the card and then pocketing it. They entered the house, the limo circling around to the drive way.

"Sammy! We've got company!" Dean yelled.

He heard footsteps rushing down the stairs. "Who is it?"

"Come and see!" Dean replied.

Sam came from downstairs and grabbed onto the wall to avoid falling over. "Oh. Hi, Cas."

"Hello, Sam." Cas nodded.

"You two gonna get back together? God knows Dean's waited long enough. Five and a half fucking years." Sam laughed.

Dean glared at Sam.

"No." Cas answered. "I have a girlfriend actually." Cas turned to Dean. "And you waited this whole time for me? Fucking idiot! What if I never came back. Would it just be you and your hand until you were 83?"

"Who said anything about me and my hand? I had plenty of beautiful young women lunging at me. I'd make all the granny's horny even at 83." Dean teased.

"That is an image I never wished to have in my head." Cas stated.

"Me getting laid by someone that's not you or me having senior sex with grammas?" Dean asked.

"Both." Cas rolled his eyes.

"So who's this sultry woman who replaced my dear brother in your heart?" Sam followed them as Dean led Cas up to his former room.

"Well, she is sultry. I'll give you that." Cas chuckled. "But no one could replace Dean. No one."

"Who would want to? In any sense?" Sam snorted.

"Any male out there." Dean retorted.

"Incorrect. I have no desire to be you." Cas stated.

"I'm hurt." Dean pouted.

"No you're not." Cas replied.

"I forgot what an ass you are." Dean laughed.

"Well, I'm sure it'll come back to you quickly." Cas muttered as he pushed open the door to his old room. "What the fuck did you do?"

"Nothing." Dean answered.

"Nothing my ass." Cas grumbled. "Look at this mess!"

"You say that about everything of mine. Imagine if you saw my laptop." Dean smirked.

"I've seen it before. Your porn is very organized." Cas mused.

"It's for efficiency. I mean, if I'm in the mood for lesbians, and I have 300 files, I'm not going to feel like looking through all of them to find what I'm looking for. It is very important to file your porn. I mean, by the time you finally find the right video, you're just not that in the mood anymore." Dean explained.

"Would you two like to finish this captivating porn organization discussion, or can we talk like normal people?" Sam laughed.

"Oh, sure." Dean smiled, pulling Cas down onto his lap.

Cas scowled, but didn't bother fighting back. That could lead to some unwanted events. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas's midsection and untucked his shirt. He snaked his hands to Cas's stomach and started tickling him.

"Dean stop it." Cas giggled.

"What if I don't want to?" Dean smirked.

"I will beat you right now if you don't stop." Cas threatened.

"I'd like to see you try." Dean challenged.

"Exit stage Sam." Sam sighed as he stood up off the bed and left the room.


A/N: The votes are in, and most of you guys said you wanted a sequel, so here it is! I'll bring in Anastasia first thing next chapter. I plan to make her a least a little bit interesting. ;)