Day 9 - hugging
Well It's About Time
Dean let out a long sigh as the credits rolled for the last episode of The Wizard of Wedding Dresses that Netflix had. He turned the television set off and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. He was happy – no, he was ecstatic – that Cas got an offer to do a five episode special set in Europe. This was great for Cas and his business. He just wasn't ecstatic that it meant Cas was gone for two months.
Sure they'd called and Skyped and texted constantly, but it wasn't anywhere near the same as being with each other. And now Cas was finally getting back tomorrow, and Dean couldn't sleep or eat or do anything. All he could think about was Cas, and he'd just run out of episodes. He was even starting to miss Cas teasing him with the Pookie nickname, and if that wasn't a sign he didn't know what was.
He considered starting from the beginning, but he hated rewatching stuff, even his boyfriend on TV. He grabbed his phone to call Cas, but then remembered that Cas was probably on a plane right now or sleeping or something. Their schedules were all sorts of messed up now.
Dean sighed and decided to at least try to get some sleep. He stood up and then heard a key turn in his door. That was weird. Sammy wasn't in Philly, and the only other person who had a key was –
He sucked in a breath and tears instantly rushed to his eyes when the door open and an exhausted, rumpled Cas was standing in the doorway.
They let out cries of shock and ran at each other, colliding roughly and wrapping their arms tightly around each other. Dean pressed his face into Cas' neck as Cas ran his hands all over Dean, as if trying to remember how he felt, even though Cas could never forget.
"What are you doing here?" Dean asked, shaking in Cas' arms. "You weren't supposed to get in until tomorrow!"
"I got an earlier flight," Cas replied, his voice trembling with emotion. "I couldn't stand it any longer."
"Was your trip that awful?" Dean asked with a laugh.
"No, no it was brilliant and wonderful, but…" Cas sighed. "But you weren't there. And all I could think about was getting back here and telling you – "
Cas pulled away suddenly and put his hands on either side of Dean's face. There were tears in his eyes and he smiled at Dean.
"And telling you that I love you," he whispered. "Because I do, Dean, I really do. I've been meaning to tell you for a long time now and it's okay if you don't want to say it back, but – "
Dean shook his head with a laugh. "Cas, you idiot, I was going to tell you I love you at the airport tomorrow."
Cas beamed at him and his tears were falling now. "Really?"
He nodded. "I love you, Cas. I've loved you for so long now."
Cas shook his head and smiled and leaned in to kiss Dean, and then hugged him tightly again.
"Just…don't ever leave for that long again, okay?" he asked.
Cas nodded. "I won't."
"Do you want to go to bed?" Dean asked. "You have to be beat."
"No, just…just hug me."
So he did.
