Hello everyone! This is my first Destiel and my first english fanfic so be nice =)

Thank you to my beta reader dj475! =) wouldn't have done it whitout her =)

Sam Winchester looked over at his brother. The older hunter's head was bent, like he was trying to hide his face from his brother. Dean had been playing with his food for the past half hour and hadn't even touched his apple pie. Sam was thinking of how he should bring up the subject of Castiel, just as Dean raised his head to catch his eye.

"What's up, Sammy? I can hear that sasquatch mind of yours rambling from here."

Sam put down his fork and laced his fingers together, looking intensely at his brother.

"You okay, Dean?"

His brother held his stare.

"I'm fine.

"You sure? Because I can understand if Cas depar..."

"I said I'm fine Sammy. Now drop it and finish your food, I'm going outside to get some fresh air."

Dean raised himself from his seat and began to walk to the door when his brother stood abruptly, knocking his chair down.

"See, this is the problem with you Dean! You don't want to talk! Ever!"

Dean's face became darker than it already was.

"What? What do you want me to say, Sam? That closing the doors of Hell and Heaven won't make me happy? That loosing Cas again is too much to take, even for me? That I want his feathery ass down here with me, so I can really stop hunting? That I lov..."

The older Winchester stopped and pinched his lips together in a tight line.

"No, Sammy, I don't do talking. I'll be back later tonight."

He walked around his brother and slammed the door behind him. Sam stayed alone in the motel room, watching his brother from the window.

Dean didn't make it further than the motel's porch before his legs gave up and he was crouching down with closed eyes to prevent himself from crying. Dean Winchester does not do crying.

The night sky was clear tonight, not a single cloud to darken it, every star shining brightly. Maybe Castiel is one of those? Maybe he can see Dean now? The hunter tried to smirk at how girly he sounds, but he can't. Dean Winchester does not do talking, but, maybe he can try praying?

"Hey Cas. I... was wondering... if you would like to come down to earth... and... maybe we could go grab a cheeseburger... or... I could take you to see a movie... If you could just come back to me. You don't even have to be angel Cas, I only need my Cas. The Castiel who does not understand my references. The Castiel who can read my thoughts. The Castiel I..."

This time, Dean had to bite his lower lip to stop the tears. He stayed sitting under the stars for what seemed like hours before Sam came out of the motel room and brushed his hand against Dean's shoulder.

"Hey... We should get back insi..."

He was cut off by a shooting star, falling in the field less than a mile in front of the motel. The Winchester's exchanged a look before jumping on their feet and running to the mysterious crashing object. Their boots are dug into the mud as they make their way to the crater's center.

There, lying all battered and bloody, was an angel in a trench coat. Castiel.

And the end in the next chapter =)