It was a bad night for Dean. They, him and Sam, were at Bobby's, and spent another useless night of interrogating the damn leviathan with no results. Dean sighed, rubbing his tired eyes as he made his way back to his room. He wished Cas was there, he would know what to do, he always knew what to do. He didn't even care Cas was the one who accidentally let the monsters out, he just wanted the angel back.
Dean locked the door, wishing the walls were soundproof as he heard Sam and Bobby start talking about new ways for some leviathan related crap. He pulled out his near empty duffel bag from under the bed and sat upon the mattress. He might not believe in this god stuff, but he believed in Cas.
Dean pulled out the angels trench coat. It still smelt like him and it was immensely comforting. Dean put it on and breathed in the scent, remembering all the times he had told Cas to 'back up man, we talked about this. Personal space?'. He ignored the few warm tears that leaked from his eyes, squeezing them shut so he could try to hold them back. He took in a shuddering breath, instantly surrounded by Castiel, the smell making him calm.
"Cas," he whispered to the fabric. He could almost hear the wings shuffle as he would have appeared and Dean smiled slightly. "I miss you. Please come back." He breathed, laying back in the bed and curling up above the blankets.
Emanuel was confused. He was sitting by the fire when he heard someone call him, but, it wasn't him. He looked around but he was alone and he was positive there wasn't anyone named 'Cas' around his house. Suddenly, without even realizing what he had done, Emanuel had appeared in a run down room. He looked at a man on the bed, a broken sight of a strong man he had never met. 'Dean' a voice in the back of his head whispered. Dean, who was Dean? Suddenly hundreds of memories slammed back into him like a brick wall and Cas stumbled with the force of it.
Cas blinked, taking a deep breath as he looked around quickly. That was... interesting. The angel looked at the normally strong, emotionless man who was breaking down in front of him in- was that his trench coat? Cas frowned, a strange emotion bubbling in his stomach.
Dean jumped as he felt the bed dip as pressure was put on the other side. He wiped furiously at his treacherous eyes as he tried to hide from whoever it was. His cheeks burned hot at being caught in such a vulnerable way, especially in a dead angels coat.
"Sam?" He asked, his voice cracking. He hadn't heard the door open but Dean wasn't paying attention.
Cas had learned a lot, living as Emanuel. He had learned that he definitely liked hugs when he was sad, so Dean should, too. Gently, Cas wrapped his arm around Dean, but it came out as extremely awkward.
Dean turned over, extremely confused. He stopped dead in his tracks, red rimmed eyes widening at the sight.
"Cas?" He asked, pretty sure he was dreaming. "You died. How are you-?"
"I'm sorry." Cas said, burying his shaggy hair into Deans shoulder. "I didn't mean to cause you distress, Dean, I made poor choices."
"Yeah, you did." Dean agreed, but he wrapped his arms around the angel nonetheless.
They lay there, no other words needing to be said.