AN: This chapter was written for Annemarie~
Rain crashed onto the ceiling above Dean's head. The storm had just begun outside, but the one inside his head had been raging for hours. Pulling the covers up to his chin, Dean rolled over to face the window and sighed; he had given up all hope of being able to sleep that night. Sam had left hours earlier to god knows where and Dean was worried. He closed his eyes trying to remember what had even caused the fight in the first place.
A vase flew past Dean's head. "Dammit Dean," Sam reached for something else to throw at him. "I'm sick of you telling me what to do!" Dean ducked as he moved towards Sam.
"Jesus Sam," he shouted back. "You're going to kill me." Dean grunted as he landed a right hook on Sam's jaw.
"Good" Sam spat back, shoving Dean off of him. "Maybe then you'll leave me alone." Sam turned and slammed the door on his way out.
"Sam! Sammy!" Dean yelled at the door. "Shit" he slammed his fist on the table. Letting his head fall onto his fist, he clenched his jaw to keep from tearing up. Finally he shoved the table and stood up, walking to the door. Opening it, Dean expected to see Sam standing there, maybe sitting on the hood of the Impala, blowing off steam. What he saw though was nothing. "Sam?" Looking around, he came to the realization that Sam was gone. Dean tossed his head back and stared up at the sky. "Son of a bitch."
About half an hour and half a bottle of scotch later, Dean was dragging himself into the bedroom. Sam still wasn't back and it was dark out. Throwing himself on the bed he thought he would fall asleep within minutes. Another hour passed and he was still in the same position. Finally after what felt like an eternity he decided to actually get into the bed. Dean's limbs were heavy with the after affects of the alcohol making it more difficult than he had imagined to pull the sheets down. Fumbling he laid down and stared up at the ceiling. And that's when the rain started.
Laying there Dean tried to will the tears to stop forming in his eyes; he hated to admit it but he was lonely. Bobby was no longer in the picture and Sam was, well, somewhere else. "Cas…" Dean wasn't even fully aware that the angel's name had left his mouth before he appeared before him.
"Dean" Castiel was standing next to the bed hovering slightly above Dean. Bringing himself to a seated position Dean stared bleary-eyed at him, his heart beginning to race.
"Well what brings you here?" he asked with a dry voice.
"You called. Dean," he said eyeing the seated hunter, "you look like hell" The look on Cas's face was one of concern and not judgement. "I saw what happened with Sam. I'm sorry."
"Nah it's okay" he replied running his hand through his hair. "He'll be back." Even his tone of voice deceived his true feelings, sounding more and more dejected as he spoke.
"Dean…" Cas spoke with a worried expression. Seeing the look in his eyes Dean began to tear up.
"Can you sit with me?" he fought to keep his voice from breaking but Cas saw right through it. Pulling the covers down to his legs he moved over to give Cas room.
"Of course" he replied, gently lowering himself down onto the bed. Sitting awkwardly he waited for Dean to pull the sheets back up over the two of them. Before he could stop himself Dean found his head on Castiel's shoulder. Unable to hold back any longer he let a few tears slid down his face and onto Cas' coat. Slowly he took off his coat and put his arm around Dean, pulling him closer. His lips came to rest on Dean's forehead, his arm around him tightening.
"Its okay, I'm here" he said softly. "I'll always be here"