Author's Note: Okay so here is chapter 2 of Beyond What Was Forever. This story isn't getting as many views as I thought it would considering how many views it's prequel got, but that's okay I think it will eventually. Again if you could let me know what you are thinking about this so far that would be great, and I apologize for the last chapter, I really didn't want to have Cas beat up, but that's just the way that the story had to go for this to work out with how I wanted this fic to go. I originally had this planned out as a trilogy, so I still apologize but it still had to go down that way. Enjoy and review!

Chapter 2

When they woke up the next morning, Dean realized that he fell asleep at the hospital, and he had to work the day shift. Dean pulled out his phone and looked at the time. "Shit!" he swore under his breath as he started to sit up and scramble off the bed.

"Dean, what are you doing? Stop moving." Cas said as he pulled Dean back down onto the bed.

"Cas, I have to go to work. I can't stay here."

"Call in sick, Dean. I just got you back I'm not letting you go this soon, please," Cas muttered as he begged at the same time.

"Fine, but I won't be doing it again." Dean pulled out his phone and dialed the precinct, and he said that he was sick. He then pushed his phone back into his pocket and curled back on the bed next to Cas. Cas wrapped his arms around Dean and made sure that he was alright. They slowly drifted back off to sleep, when the nurse came in to check on Cas.

"Mr. Novak, it's time to take your medication for your epilepsy," The nurse whispered as she shook Cas awake. Cas' eyes fluttered open as she pulled out a syringe and inserted it into Cas' IV, and she walked out of the room. Dean stirred, but he remained asleep in Cas's arms.

When they woke up, Cas sat up and looked around the room to find Dean nowhere to be seen. "Dean?" Cas said as he tried to get out of bed, but he slipped and fell to the ground. He heard someone walk in, and he shouted, "Dean!"

"Cas? Baby, where are you?" Dean yelled as he walked up to the bed.

"Down here." Dean walked around the bed and picked Cas off the ground, and he set Cas back in the bed. "Where did you go, Dean?"

"I was getting some coffee, Babe. I'm not going anywhere, not anymore, or ever again. Got that? You're stuck with me, Baby." Dean sat down on the bed next to Cas, and he pulled Cas into his arms. Cas pulled himself onto Dean's lap so he was straddling Dean.

"Okay, but, Dean, how are we going to do this if you are a cop and I'm a nurse? Our schedules are going to contradict, and then we will never see each other, darling. You were right when you broke us up. It's never going to work, Dean."

"Cas, it doesn't matter if it will work. I dated people during college, and after the last one I figured out why my relationships never worked. Do you want to know what it was?"

"I guess."

"You. None of them were you, babe. I can't be happy unless it's you that I fall asleep with at night. You changed my life, Castiel Novak, and it's not going back to the way it was whether or not you are in my life, Baby." Dean rested his hands on the side of Cas' face and he started brushing his thumbs back and forth against Cas' cheekbones.

Cas brought his hands up and rested them over Dean's, and he leaned in and kissed Dean on the lips, and he pulled Dean closer, pushing Dean back against the hospital bed. Dean slowly slid his hands down to Cas' waist pulling Cas closer to him, and Cas let out a moan of pain as Dean's arms wrapped around Cas' waist.

Dean pulled away and removed his hands and arms from around Cas' waist, and he looked into Cas' sapphire blue eyes and saw the surprise written throughout his irises. "I'm sorry, Babe. I don't want to hurt you; that is my greatest fear, even if I wasn't the reason that this happened, I would still blame myself for your pain, baby." Dean brought his hands back up to the sides of Cas' face, and his thumbs started brushing Cas' cheeks again.

"Dean, I haven't seen you for three years, and this isn't how I planned for our reunion to go. I actually planned to find a nice guy, and when I ran into you, to show him off and make you extremely jealous so you show up at my apartment when you know that my boyfriend isn't there, and you would fuck me like we haven't seen each other in years and all you needed to survive was to fuck me like there's no tomorrow. Unfortunately, I found a guy that I thought was nice but turned out to be one of the awfulest people in the world, and you come along and be the hero to save the damsel in distress, which is me. Not the best plan I have to say."

"No, it isn't, babe, but we still found each other. Plus don't you think that waiting would just make the sex so much better, because now that we can be together, we will be seeing a lot more of each other, and we will have that sexual desire, that we can't quiet quench until you are better, and the sex will be amazing once we have it."

Dean's eyes glistened as he talked, and Cas' could just care less what Dean was actually say, but he tried to listen and failed. Cas only caught certain things, like "make the sex so much better," "sexual desire," and "the sex will be amazing." Cas couldn't help himself, and he leaned back in and started kissing Dean again. Dean tried to push Cas away, but not wanting to hurt Cas, Dean didn't try too hard to do it. Eventually, Dean gave up and just went with Cas' movements, and Cas pushed Dean back against the bed and was leaning over him, when the nurse walked back in with the doctor.

The doctor cleared his throat, and he walked over to the bed as Cas and Dean pulled apart and looked at the doctor and the nurse. The doctor walked up to the bed, and he said, "Hello, Castiel. I'm Dr. Nathaniel Sexy, and yes that is my real name. My parents thought it would be funny. Now, Castiel, about you. I am going to discharge you, all of your vitals are good. I am going to recommend that you take it easy for a couple of weeks to let yourself heal. I also recommend not too strenuous activities, Mr. Novak." The doctor winked and then he walked out of the room.

The nurse walked up with a clipboard that had some forms on it. "Alright I need you to fill these out for me Mr. Novak, and I will bring you your personal affects, and you can be on your way." The nurse walked out of the room, and Cas started filling out the forms and continued to sit on Dean's lap. Dean shifted Cas so he slipped between his legs, and Cas shimmied backwards using Dean as a backrest.

As Cas finished the forms, the nurse walked back in the room with Cas' personal affects. The nurse gave Cas the bag and she took the forms away from Cas and walked back out of the room. Cas stood up from the bed as the nurse walked back in and pulled the IVs out of Cas' arm and the rest of the wires. When she was finished she walked back out of the room.

"Dean, can you leave while I change? I've change a lot in the last three years, and I don't know how you might like what's happened."

"Cas, I've seen you naked it doesn't matter if you've changed. I'm going to love you no matter how you've change, and I haven't had a decent relationship in three years because all I can think about when I was with them was you. Nothing and I mean nothing is going to change my mind about you, baby," Dean stated as he stood up from the bed slowly untying the back of Cas' hospital gown.

The hospital gown slipped down to Cas' waist, and Dean gasped as he saw Cas' back. Dean lifted his hand up and rested on Cas' shoulder blades. "Wow, babe. This is amazing. When did you have this done?" Dean's fingers traced Cas' tattoo, blue angel wings that spread across his back.

"Two years ago in August. It was the first anniversary of us officially breaking up, and I was extremely drunk when I did it. All I could think about was you, and I thought about how you always thought of me as your angel," Cas explained as Dean's fingers slide down to Cas' side and he saw something else.

"What about this one?" Dean asked as his fingers slipped over the lettering on Cas' side.

"Oh, that was the second August after our break-up, I was drunk then, too. I don't know what I was thinking. I really don't remember much of the night, but I can tell you that it says, 'Per omnia saecula Semper D & C.'" Cas said, and Dean's fingers traced the D.

"What does it mean in English?"

"Forever and Always." Cas pulled his shirt out of the bag and pulled it over his head and then he pulled his pants on and turned around. Dean then noticed the shirt that Cas was wearing.

"You kept my shirt, I figured you would have gotten rid of that after I left," Dean stated as his fingers bunched up in the shirt Cas was wearing. Cas looked down and saw that he was wearing one of the shirts that Dean had left at his house after he left, and Cas blushed as he noticed it.

"You have no idea how many times I've tried to get rid of it, but somehow it just always ended up back in my closet. After a while I just stopped trying to get rid of it, and it became my night shirt," Cas said as the blush rose back up into his cheeks. Dean just leaned in and kissed Cas.

"Come on, we're leaving." Dean pulled Cas from the room and out of the hospital. Dean found the Impala and climbed in; Cas hesitated before he climbed into the passenger seat next to Dean. Dean pulled out of the parking lot and towards Cas' apartment. They sat in silence for a while until Dean couldn't handle it anymore. So he said the first thing that popped into his head. "You never told me what the D & C stood for."

"Dean and Cas. I was drunk, and don't remember much, but I remember saying something about getting my old boyfriend back, or something along those lines. I never told Dom about the tattoos real meaning; he just thought it was something cool that I found. Even after I was with Dom for six months, all I could think about was getting you back. I wanted you, because you took my heart and never gave it back when you left. And not that I'm blaming you for Dom, but I think that might be why I never tried to leave Dom after he started beating me. I just couldn't stand to leave, try and find a new guy that wasn't you," Cas stated as he looked down not looking at Dean.

"If it's any conciliation, you stole my heart, too, and I just left it with you, not really wanting to have it back, because I didn't need it. I already found the best person for me, and I let him go. It took me a while to figure that out, but I eventually figure it out." They went silent again after that Dean focused on the stop lights. They were almost to Cas' apartment when Dean figured out what to say.

"I tried to find you. After I graduated from U of K. I called your college out in California, and they said that they weren't allowed to give information out about former students. I asked if you transferred or if you dropped out, and they just said they couldn't tell me where a student transfers to it's against policy. I tried to get a hold of Gabe and Sam but neither of them answered my calls before I made my decision to come here. I figured if I pick a random city that I wanted to stay in, you would find me somehow. I didn't realize this is what was going to happen, but it's a good thing." Dean pulled over to the side of the road and Cas looked out the window to find that Dean was parked out in front of his building.

"Do you want to come up? I'm not planning on staying anyway, so I'll just be packing my things up. The weird thing was I was telling Dom I was leaving, which is why he was holding a gun to my head." Cas stepped out of the car, and Dean did the same, stepping around the vehicle to pay the meter. Cas escorted Dean up to the apartment, and they started packing Cas' things. Cas told Dean what to pack and what to leave. Cas had Dean pack all of the kitchen stuff, because he figured Dom wouldn't be needing them anyway, plus most of the stuff in the kitchen was his anyway.

After the packed up the kitchen, they moved to the bedroom and started packing up Cas' clothes and things. Cas packed his toiletries as Dean packed up the living room: movies, books, CDs, etc. Dean couldn't believe the collection that Cas had; it was huge, and Cas' surround sound system that goes with his TV. Dean was a little jealous. Cas walked into the living room to find Dean staring at the system, and he just rolled his eyes.

"Dean, you can pack up the surround sound, it's mine anyway." Cas walked over and started packing some of the things that Dean hadn't gotten to yet, and he came across a picture frame in one of the drawers of the side table. "That bastard!" Cas yelled and his arm swung in a downwards motion throwing something across the room.

"Cas!" Dean rushed over and rested his hands on Cas' shoulders. "Cas, what's wrong?"

"That picture made me realize something," Cas said as he pointed to the shattered frame on the floor. Dean looked from the frame to Cas, and waited for him to say something.

"What did it remind you of?" Dean asked.

"I remembered what was originally in that frame, and figured out what Dom must have done."

"Please continue because I'm still lost here."

"That frame originally held a collage picture of different events through high school, more specifically pictures of us. That frame that I gave you for graduation, I had an identical frame and picture. Well, Dom gave me a picture of the two of us for my birthday, and then I thought the frame looked familiar, and now I know why. It was the frame that held those pictures of us. Dom must have found the frame in my thing and got jealous like he always does and he threw the picture out. Then he reused the frame hoping I wouldn't notice the original picture was gone."

"Oh, well, I still have mine if you want it, Cas?"

"No, you keep it, Dean."

"Okay. Do you want a moving truck, because I have a buddy on the force who has a brother who owns a moving truck company, and I can call him, if you want?"

"Yeah, that'd be great, but there is one problem where am I going to put all of my stuff?"

"Easy my place. I have plenty of space for you to put whatever you want from this place."

"Really?"

"Yeah, trust me, Cas. I don't let just anyone put their stuff at my place. Plus I don't have much furniture anyway."

"How long have you lived here?"

"A year and a half almost two years, but in my defense I don't spend much time at my place anyway. I work too much for that right now."

Cas looked at Dean like he was trying to figure him all out again, like Dean had changed so much in the past three years that he had to start figuring him out all over again. "Dean, can you just call your colleague's brother, and get that moving truck please?"

"Oh, yeah, of course." Dean pulled out his phone and called his buddy's brother. Dean paced around the room as he was on the phone with him and Cas observed Dean like he used to, like when he was still trying to figure Dean out. He noticed things that he knew Dean did before, and then he noticed some other thing that he wasn't familiar with, and that he would have to compare to a later time that he would be seeing Dean to know what it truly meant.

Dean hung up the phone and noticed Cas staring at him like he was studying him, and Dean decided to play it off as he didn't notice. "Okay, it took some convincing, but I finally got him to agree to be here in half and hour with the truck, and then we can load all your stuff and take it over to my place."

"Are you sure that there is going to be enough room for all my stuff, Dean?"

"I'm sure don't worry about it, alright?"

"Okay, fine."

Dean pulled out his cell phone and walked away, and Cas sat down on the couch. Cas waited for Dean to come back into the room. He opened the drawer in the coffee table and found all of the letters that he wrote to Dean in the past three years and didn't send, and he wondered if Dean had done the same or not. Dean walked back into the room and Cas shut the drawer and locked it, and he kept it that way because he never wanted Dom to find the letters.

Dean looked at Cas and he said, "He'll be here in about a half an hour, so we wait." Dean sat down on the couch next to Cas. Dean leaned into the corner of the couch, and he rested his arms across the back of the couch and the arm rest.