OTP Challenge

Pairing: Destiel

Holding Hands

A sigh escaped Dean's lips as he packed his stuff up. Sitting on the bed he looked over at Sam who was just staring into space as well. They were at a standstill. Castiel disappeared after he argued with Sam last night. Things were going downhill, and fast.

Dean was contemplating calling Cas, he seemed really upset last night. More so than usual. The sad part was that he had no idea what they were arguing about, and Sam hadn't said a word since then.

Not like any of this was a shock, they always argue. But this time was different. Castiel looked so upset. Not angry though, whatever Sam had said to him really hit him hard. Dean only had to walk into the room and things got silent. He felt those piercing blue eyes on him. He tried to avoid eye contact, but he also felt Sam's eyes on him.

His brother only whispered something, as he and the angel were in close proximity, and Castiel slammed his fist into the wall and shot Dean a hurt look right before he disappeared. He made it seem like whatever they were arguing about was Dean's fault. After that, Sam just glanced at him as well and walked out, not saying a word.

This was actually frustrating. Pulling his phone out, he flipped it open and close, over and over again, drawing Sam's attention. Finally after some thought, he dialed Castiel's number, but was shocked when Sam slammed the phone shut and yanked it away.

"What the hell dude?!" He yelled as he looked up at his brother, who had a solemn look on his face. "Don't. Just... Don't. Please." Okay. This was weird. Giving him a confused look, Dean gave in and put his phone in his pocket. Seeing Sam relax made him tense up. "Thank you Dean.."

That was it. Dean met eyes with Sam and he took a step toward him. "Thank you? What the hell is that supposed to mean? And what the hell happened last night? What did you say to him? Why shouldn't I call him? We are the only ones he really has left Sammy!" He now had Sam backed up into the wall, balling his shirt in his fist.

Raising his hands, Sam tried to calm Dean down, by slowly pushing him away. "Dean look…"

"No. You fucking look. What the fuck happened? Tell me NOW." Sam flinched as Dean finally fully snapped, but then he left out a laugh. Dean took a step back, ready to knock him out.

"Of course." Another huff of air came from his brother.

"Of course what?" Dean eyed him as he lowered his fist.

"Of course you're always worried about him." Dean felt his heart start thumping.

"What're you talking about? Of course I'm worried about him. He's family." There. He said it. Family. It was a weird word to say about the Angel. Though for some reason it felt… wrong.

Sam watched Dean closely picking up on his brother's inner turmoil. "Family? So you see him as a brother?" Dean took another step back, though Sam hadn't moved an inch.

"O-Of course. What else would he be?"

Hearing a sigh escape his brother's lips, Dean was trying to figure out what exactly he was implying. "What do you mean?" Silence. "Sammy. Answer me." Again, he was only answered with silence. Giving up, he picked his phone up again. "Forget it. I'm calling Cas." He punched in a few numbers and hit the dial button.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

This time Sam didn't move, he just watched Dean, narrowing his eyes. The ringing felt endless and he felt like he'd been sitting there for hours. "Come on Cas… Answer dammit." Getting impatient, he was finally met with his voicemail. "I don't understand... why does it want my name?"

Making a face, he felt his heart start beating as he heard Castiel's voice. He couldn't help but smile though. He was so silly. He couldn't help but think how cute the angel was. Once the thought crossed his mind, he bit his lip.

What was wrong with him?

Letting out another sigh, he closed his phone and looked over to Sam, who was now just staring at him. "What? You wanna tell me what the hell is going on? Please?" Sam walked into the bathroom, ignoring Dean's question. Sam picked up his stray clothes and finished up packing everything he needed. "Let's go."

Dean was completely appalled. Was it that bad? Did Dean fuck something up again? He ran the past week's events through his head, it was simple, they had a normal hunt, some vampires were hitting this city up. Nothing of importance happened… Right?

Rubbing his temples, he sat on the bed and closed his eyes. Everything was fine and dandy until after dinner last night. What in the world happened? He was brought back to reality as he heard the front door slam shut.

Getting up, his heart raced as he thought it might've been Castiel coming back, though he wouldn't use the front door…. Quickly opening the door, he just saw Sam putting his pack in the Impala. Another sigh managed to escape. This was the third sigh that escaped him today. What was going on?

Grabbing his own pack, he headed to the vehicle, putting his stuff in the back, next to Sams. Looking over at his brother again, who was now just leaning against his Baby, staring off into space, he bit his lip.

Dean opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Frustrated with everything, he got in the car, slamming the door, getting Sam's attention. Sam sat in the car quietly, not saying a word as the engine revved.

Dean didn't care as he hyped his music to a blasting point, where even if Sam complained, he wouldn't hear it. His mind was full with thoughts of the Angel. Why wouldn't he answer? Was he okay? What did they argue about last night?

Letting out a grunt, he hit the gas as they sped down the highway. A few hours later, they ended up in somewhere in Ohio. It was a pretty small town, they stopped for gas and snacks. The entire drive neither of them said anything.

He wasn't used to it being this quiet, even when it was just him and Cas. As Sam went in the store to grab them food, Dean pulled his phone out again, and texted Castiel this time. "Hey. Where the hell did you go? We need to talk. Now." He hit the send button right as Sam walked out with some food for the two.

Taking a bite out of the cheap store burger, he suddenly felt tired. He knew even if Castiel did get the text message, he would respond with unintelligible words, since he wasn't sure if he even knew how to text, or he would call him.

Dean was really hoping he would call.

Usually, if he left, he'd call to let them know where he was and if he was okay. Dean decided he wasn't going to make a big deal about it. Castiel can do his own stuff once in a while too. He just didn't like how they separated on bad terms. Dean didn't even know the reasoning for these "bad terms."

Leaning back, he hit his head on the head cushion. Feeling eyes on him, he looked at Sam, who was once again just staring at him. "What the hell is wrong with you? Stop staring at me. It's creepy." He said as he took another bite out of his burger.

"Let's just stay here for the night." Oh wow. It speaks. That was the first word Sam said in four hours. Giving him a confused look he shrugged. Whatever. He was tired anyway. Maybe they'd get lucky and find a case here, who knows? He could use something to occupy his mind.

Later that night, Sam went to bed early, which was really weird, since he's usually up all night researching things. Whatever. Dean pulled on his jacket as he quietly left the room. He walked a steady pace as he pulled his phone out, hoping for something, anything at all.

To his dismay, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Which scared him to a point. What if something happened to Cas? His mind was on panic mode as he strolled through the quiet town. He made his way to a hill. It had a nice overview of the small town.

Leaning on the ledge, he looked down. That would be one hell of a fall. He was trying to keep his mind off the missing angel. He didn't want to admit it, but he was worried sick for him. A grunt left his mouth as he slammed his fist on the concrete ledge he was leaning on. "Dammit!"

He didn't care how much it hurt, he just kept punching it, only soon to feel something warm stopping his hand from hitting the stone. Looking up quickly, he found himself face to face with the angel he'd been thinking about non-stop.

"Hello Dean."

Taking a leap back, he almost punched him. "God dammit Cas! Don't just pop out of nowhere. Where the hell have you been? I was worried sick!" Tilting his head slightly, Castiel repeated his words, "Sick?" Soon placing a hand on Dean's forehead, he looked confused, "Dean you are completely healthy. I don't understand."

Dean couldn't help but laugh at his silliness. "I missed you." Dean said, not caring anymore. Seeing the shock on Cas's face scared Dean a bit. Why did he say that? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Breaking eye contact, Dean walked back towards the ledge, leaning on it again. He could feel the angel's eyes on his back. It felt like he was boring a hole in it.

Not turning around, he felt a hand on top of his again. Without looking at the warm figure beside him, he twisted his hand so that their fingers were entwined. He could feel his heart racing and was afraid that the warmth would leave his hand.

To his surprise, he felt a squeeze. Turning his head towards the angel, he wasn't looking at Dean. He was looking out across the hill, to the sky. Dean couldn't help but crack a smile as he also turned his head away.

This was a good night.

A/N: Wow. This was so much fun to write… I'm currently in LOVE with this couple, and I ship them so, so, so, so hard and I'm so excited to write them. I hope I didn't write them too OOC… But I know I never explained what the argument was, but maybe I'll explain later in a different fic... Or maybe I will leave it up to your imaginations! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you continue on my journey of spreading Destiel love!

Also, big thanks to JasperSellene for beta-reading this!