He's trying to hold onto some kind of composure, but it's gone in the next second because I found you. He's been looking every second since he landed in this godforsaken place, and now Castiel is right here, solid and warm in Dean's arms. Dean feels his weapon slipping from his fingers as he clutches the angel to him, afraid if he gives him any room, Castiel will fly away. If you fly, I'm flying with you, Dean thinks fiercely, and he thinks Castiel must hear that, because a throaty chuckle vibrates against his neck.
"Dean…" Castiel says, voice soft and full of something like fear and something like awe, and Dean can't puzzle the two out right now, how they're different, because nothing has ever amazed and terrified him in equal measure the way Castiel is able to do.
"Dean." He says again, and this time it sounds like finality. The angel slumps against him with a sigh, and Dean just holds on tighter, pressing his forehead to Castiel's and looking down at him through rain-soaked eyelashes and the blur of tears he doesn't even try to wipe away.
"Shhh," he says soothingly, even though he's the one who's crying. He isn't sure if he's trying to reassure himself or his angel as he runs a hand up and down Cas's back, pressing a soft kiss to his lips that's awkward, because even through the tears Dean can't stop smiling. "It's okay Cas. I'm here. I've got you. I found you."
I found you, angel. I'm not losing you again.
Author's Note: Just a little drabble inspired by an utterly fantastic piece of fanart done by smallworld-inc on tumblr. It's the cover photo, but I strongly suggest looking up the artist, because their work is just gorgeous.
