Part Two of Three
Dean Winchester lived an equally lonely life as the angel he called his. He saw what love did to his parents and his brother, and he didn't want to go through that. He loved his little brother, Sammy, and that was it. He knew that if he let someone in, they would die or worse, and the steel shell around his heart would thicken. Until he met Castiel. He didn''t want to fall in love, but he couldn't help himself. He tried to deny his feelings over and over again, but even Sam could see the brewing emotions inside his brother's heart. Dean simply couldn't resist the angel's fantastic personality and attitude, not to mention the attractiveness of his vessel. It wasn't long before the two shared an unexpected kiss and fell deeply in love. Dean had been acting more distracted lately because he was worried about Cas. Cas wasn't answering his phone, every time it would go to that ridiculous voicemail of his. He stopped checking at night to see if Dean was sleeping okay and warding off the nightmares about Hell. He was no where to be found, and poor Sam had to listen to Dean's anxious speeches during their never-ending car rides. "What if he gave up on me, Sam? What if he was dragged into Hell, Sam? What if he died, Sam? What if, what if, what if?" on and on. One day, after long hours of hunting a mild demon in Missouri, the brothers were exhausted and checked in to the closest, cheapest motel they found. Sam crashed and fell asleep immediately, but Dean couldn't, no matter how tired he was. He could,'t stop thinking about Castiel, it had been weeks. He was getting truly worried. Knowing that he wouldn't sleep, Dean grabbed the nearest bottle of whiskey, which was on the bedside table shadowing a drooling Sam, and went out the door into the light drizzle of rain to sit on the hood of his Impala '67 and think. He wasn't there for long before a familiar voice behind him made him jump.