Meanwhile back at the farm..
Cas sat out in the open fields of their farm early in the morning, he was waiting for the sun to arise from its sleep. Though, the sun decided to appear from behind the mountains as slowly as possible. It was almost like the sun didn't want Cas to face another day without Dean.
Cas let out a sigh as the sun finally decided to show, then glanced to the patch of grass beside him where Dean was supposed to be sitting, he placed his hand there before looking over to the alpacas grazing.
He stayed like that for a while, until the sun was fully exposing itself, creating the perfect orange tinge over everything visible. Then Cas left his little spot or post, and went back into the house to grab a few items before heading out the front door, moving slowly as he did so. Since he had prepared the horse and cart a little earlier, he could leave for town straight away.
So Cas hopped up to sit in the cart and gave the reins a bit of a flick. For a moment, he had actually waited for Dean to join him, but he remembered that Dean wasn't there to join him, and that he had to go and get food by himself. The first journey to town, all by himself.
When he arrived in town, he parked the horse and cart out in front of the grocery store, then entered the shop and forced a quick smile to the shopkeeper. Cas was going to try and act like nothing was wrong.
"Heya there Cas! How's it goin'?" the shop owner, Bobby, asked him.
"Oh.. the usual." Cas replied with a rather shallow tone of voice.
"Say uh.. where's Dean?"
Of course that would be the first thing Bobby asked.
"Oh.. uh.. he's uhh... back at the farm. Something came up and.. I had to come and collect the food and supplies on my own this time." he attempted forcing another smile, though it almost revealed his sorrow.
"Ehh.. well alright." Bobby replied a short reply, leaving it at that, since Cas seemed a little bit touchy, and well, he didn't want to stir him up.
Bobby was the only person in town who knew about Cas' and Dean's relationship. He had always kept it a secret too. And when there were hard times, or whenever people would grow suspicious, Bobby would lend the two lovers a hand and cut the stress or suspicion. Long story short, Bobby had been a very helpful friend over the years.
Cas would generally share stories with shopkeeper Bobby, but this time, he decided that he wasn't ready to share. He still didn't want to acknowledge the fact that Dean was far away, potentially in great danger.
So once he had gathered everything that he needed to gather using the money from many different animals they had sold, and stacked it all into the cart he had taken to town, he said goodbye to Bobby, and promised the shop owner that he'd pass on a 'Hello' to Dean when he would get back from his errand.
It was going to be a fair journey home, since they did like to think they lived in the middle of nowhere, which they technically did, just not so far away from a town so it wouldn't be such an exhausting travel back and forth between the two places.
Later on that night, after Cas had groomed the horse and put away all the equipment, he started to cook dinner. Spaghetti. It was simple, and there was plenty of it.
Though, whilst he stirred the mince around in the pan, Cas paused and let go of the spoon he was using. It was all hitting him again. Dean wasn't there with his arms wrapped around his waist, Dean wasn't there to card his fingers through Cas' hair, Dean wasn't there to share dinner with him, Dean wasn't there to kiss him, Dean wasn't there to love him or adore him.
Dean just wasn't there.
Cas shuddered and leaned into the kitchen bench. He wasn't sure if he could take any more. Dean had only been gone for a few days, and Cas was completely empty already. His head hurt like hell, ever since he had a bit of a cry on the way home from town earlier on.
A few of his large tears landed in the pan of mince. He didn't care though, Cas just shook his head and continued to stir, his lip trembling non stop.
Cas had reached the point where he didn't even know why he had cooked anything in the first place, because he wasn't hungry. Not to mention, he had cooked far too much of it, more like a dinner for two. So with that, he just let out an upset sigh and left all the ingredients where they were, then walked off to the bedroom and sprawled out across the sheets, grabbing Dean's pillow and burying his face in it like he had done with every other night.