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Cas laid sprawled out across the floor. Dried tears spread all over the wooden floor. The young man had been laying there for hours upon hours, since he couldn't find the will power to scramble to his feet and drag himself off to the bedroom. In fact, dragging himself off to the bedroom would probably be worse than laying on the kitchen floor, since those sheets would be drenched with the sweet smell of Dean Winchester.
After a lot of crying, Cas had gone silent, but as he reminded himself that Dean was no longer there, he started up again.
"Dean.." he wept for what had to be the one hundredth time. "DEAN!" he cried out, even though it was painful for him due to his dry throat and his throbbing head.
Cas was now laying on his back, staring at the ceiling, his left hand gripping at the leg of one of the wooden chairs at the kitchen table. He would have to light the candles pretty damn soon, otherwise, it would be pitch black, and he wouldn't be able to see anything at all, especially since the moon was the complete opposite to full.
With a few large tears streaming down his face, he sat up for a moment, still sobbing. There was moisture on the floor from where he had been laying down, and he could feel the chill starting to bite at his limbs. By now, there would usually be a fire going in the house, it was what kept them warm after all, but not tonight. Tonight, there was no wood to burn, tonight, there was no warmth to feel. Not even Cas' bright blue eyes would consider glowing in response to the light of a fire.
Yes, tonight he was going to be alone, and cold. No not cold, freezing.
Before the Sun could completely disappear, Cas only just managed to stumble his way into the bedroom and collapse down onto the sheets with a sob. He collected up the sheets in his right fist and pulled them in towards himself, burying his face into Dean's pillow.
Extremely quiet little whimpers could be heard, easily mistaken for an animal in the roof or the walls, but it was only Cas, and Cas was the only one that knew the small cries didn't come from tiny little critters hiding in the roof or the walls.
Of course, he wouldn't be able to sleep, not straight away anyway.
There was no stopping Cas from waking up early in the morning just like every other glorious day. Not to mention, he woke up with a smile on his face, his eyes still pressed shut from the brightness of the sun creeping in the window.
Delicately, Cas reached over to touch Dean, who for some reason wasn't already holding the gorgeous man in his own arms. Except, when he reached over, all Cas' hand met was the chilled top of the side table right beside the bed. He opened his eyes and looked over the side table when he realised that he was already on Dean's side.
The young man's heart skipped a beat as he swiftly looked back over to his side of the bed.
"N-no..." Cas sat up, brushing his hands over the pillows and sheets, unsure of what he was actually attempting to achieve by doing so.
"No." his voice almost cracked.
Cas had awoken thinking that the previous day had been a nightmare, and having just discovered that he was wrong, it was going to start all over again.
With that, he hopped out of bed and immediately rushed out the back door to see if there was a chance that Dean had gotten up earlier than usual to tend to something, though it was unlikely.
"Dean!" Cas called out, finding that he couldn't call out anything else.
He rushed over to the top of the hill, glancing around. There was no way that Dean would go so far and not tell him. Yesterday couldn't have been a dream.
Making his way back into the house, he shuffled across the floor and over to the front door. Cas opened the door with a short gasp, as if he had just ran out of air. Then he walked backwards into the house, his gorgeous features were washed over with fear.
Cas placed a hand over his heart as one of the kitchen chairs stopped him from walking back any further.
"Oh god.." he whimpered. His throat constricting once again, his eyes almost completely bloodshot.
Cas breathed heavily, as if he were the victim of asthma. He couldn't seem to get his head around the fact his lover was just, gone.
What was he going to do now? With no yin to his yang, Cas was nothing.