The lunch bell rings, dismissing the class. Cas watches silently as his students put away their instruments, gather into their own social groups, and wander out the door. Cas rubs his temples, the thought of Dean constantly on his mind. "What if he doesn't come back? What if he finds someone else?" His train of thought derails when he hears a knock on the door.
"Yes?" Cas calls out. The door opens, and his red-haired best friend walks in.
"How you doin, hun?" Charlie asks, coming up to Cas' desk.
"I don't know anymore," Cas replies slowly. "I haven't found out what to do without him.
"Castiel, he left two months ago, and you haven't done anything with your friends since. All you do is work. Wouldn't he have wanted you to have some fun?"
Cas sits in silence, staring at the carpeted floor. "Yeah… he did," he thinks silently. "Lunch has started," he finally says, "so my day's over. I'm going to head home."
"Alright," Charlie responds quietly. "Come over whenever you want to, okay?"
"Okay," he replies. Charlie gets up and leaves the room while Cas puts on his trench coat and grabs his music folder.
He drives home in silence; no radio or iPod, and no rolled-down windows like he always did with Dean. Arriving home, he swears he sees the Impala in his driveway.
"No," he says to himself, "that's my imagination. He's not here." He unlocks the door to his home and walks inside. He throws his music folder onto the coffee table, but something catches his eye. A small note is under one of the coasters.
Bedroom.
Cas' eyes slowly move to the bedroom. A faint glow emits from underneath the closed door. "Candlelight?" He grabs a knife from the drawer in the kitchen and creeps quietly up to the bedroom door. He twists the knob and throws it open, his eyes shooting over to meet the glowing green eyes of the man sitting on his bed.
"…Dean?"
A gentle, loving smile spreads across the man's face.
"Hey, Cas," Dean says softly, standing up. Cas rushes over to him at high speed and hugs him tightly, nearly in tears of joy. They remain still and silent for a minute, taking in the moment. Cas places a hand on Dean's cheek to make sure he's actually real before kissing his lips gingerly.
"What are you doing here?" Cas asks.
"I was hunting down something called a vetala a few towns over. I wanted to stop in and say hello."
Cas nearly brightens the room with his smile. "Did you kill that Azazel thing yet?"
Dean looks away in shame. "No…" he says, "but I'm close." Cas looks away sadly. "But hey," Dean continues, "it's okay. I've saved about fifty people from dying a weird, fucked up death since I left. And I've alive. I promised you I would be okay, baby."
Cas looks back over at Dean, who cracks his soft, but goofy little smile. "I'm glad you're okay, Dean," he says to him, "but I just…"
"Thought I found someone else?"
Cas tenses up and swallows the hard lump in his throat. He slowly nods. Dean gets up and kneels in front of Cas, grabbing his hands.
"Castiel," he begins, "I'm in love with you. I've been with girls in the past, one of them for three years in high school, but never once have I felt this way about anyone. You're what I think about every morning when I wake up in some shitty hotel halfway across the country from you, and you're what's on my mind every night before I sleep. Sometimes, I even listen to classical music in the car for you. You could put anyone in front of me, even freaking Beyoncé, and I will still choose you over them."
A single tear falls from Cas's face onto Dean's hand. "I love you, Dean. More than anything."
"I love you, too," Dean replies, closing in the distance between them and kissing him softly. Cas leans back onto the bed and pulls Dean with him, one hand running through Dean's hair and the other one ghosting over his back. Dean kisses Cas on the neck while letting his hands roam along Cas' body, which Dean can feel shudder in pleasure. Cas exhales deeply and lifts Dean's shirt over his head.
"You want to do this now?" Dean asks. "I just got home."
"Shut up and kiss me," Cas replies in a husky voice.
Dean obeys instantly, kissing him hard. Their tongues dance around each other as Dean unbuttons Cas' shirt and slides it off of him. Dean gets up and slides Cas' pants and boxers down, smiling at Cas' already hard member. He wraps his lips around the tip and pushes it deep into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue at the same time. Cas moans loudly and plays with Dean's hair, gripping the sheets with his free hand. Dean bobs his head up and down along the shaft, undoing his own zipper to jerk himself off and emitting muffled moans.
"Dean, baby," Cas pants, strained from pleasure, "fuck me."
Dean releases Cas' cock from his mouth and moves upward to kiss his neck, massaging Cas' member.
"On your knees," he whispers into Cas' ear. Cas obeys and turns around, placing his knees on the ground and leaning over the bed. Dean opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out the lube, applying some to his rock-hard dick. He inserts himself into Cas' ass slowly, listening to Cas cry out in pleasure. He leans over Cas and wraps one arm around his chest, his mouth next to his ear as he penetrates deeply into him. He thrusts slowly into Cas and kisses his neck at the same time.
"Oh, Dean," Cas moans loudly as he feels Dean's throbbing cock rub up against his prostate. Dean thrusts himself in harder.
"Yeah, you like that?" Dean whispers roughly into Cas' ear. Cas nods hypnotically and moans louder. Dean reaches under him and grabs Cas' dick to jack it off, plowing into him even harder. "Come on, say my name."
"Dean…" Cas says almost trancelike.
"Louder," Dean commands. He can feel himself tensing up. He's almost ready.
"Dean!" Cas shouts in a loud moan.
Dean digs into Cas' chest with his nails, jerking him faster. "Louder!"
"DEAN!" Cas screams as he cums out onto the floor. Dean pounds harder than ever, his thighs clapping against Cas' ass.
"Come on, one more time!" Dean shouts out, holding himself from exploding.
"DEAN!" Cas yells at the top of his lungs in pleasure. Dean bursts his load inside of Cas, releasing a long and loud moan. He feels his body go limp on top of Cas. Cas' head hangs down as he tries to catch his breath. Dean pants and lifts Cas' head up to kiss him.
"I missed this," Cas tells him.
"I missed you," Dean replies. "I love you, Castiel Novak."
"I love you too, Dean Winchester."
They climb into bed under the sheets, the room dimly illuminated by the candles. They don't bother to put their clothes on. Dean wraps his arms around Cas and cuddles close to him.
"I have to leave again tomorrow, Cas," he says softly to him. "I still have things to do."
"Please be safe," Cas asks of him.
"I will," Dean assures. Cas wants to reply with something, anything, but he finds himself dozing off into a nap.
They sleep through the rest of the day, awakening at 3am. Dean gets up to take a shower while Cas fixes them something to eat (they did just miss both lunch and dinner).
"Spaghetti sounds nice," Cas says to himself. He prepares the meal, and is almost done when Dean comes out of the shower.
"Smells good," he tells Cas. Cas responds with a smile as he piles the noodles onto two plates and brings them to the table.
"What time do you have to leave?" Cas asks.
Dean twirls his fork around in the spaghetti. "Sometime soon," he replies, "but I was thinking about watching a movie with you first." He smiles softly at Cas, who is staring back with the most loving stare one person could ever have. His bright blue eyes pierce into Dean's deep green eyes.
"Dean?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"I'm in love with you too."
Days later, Cas is teaching at the high school with the enthusiasm he had before Dean left the first time. The mood in the room is much lighter and happier now. His students seem to feel it too, because they seem more eager to work. In the middle of conducting the Harry Potter theme, Cas hears his cell phone ring.
"Fermata on rest," he tells his class. He walks over to his desk and looks at his phone. Unknown number. He presses the green button and holds it up to his ear.
"Hello?" he asks.
"Yes, may I speak with Castiel Novak?"
"This is him. How may I help you?"
"This is the Cleveland General Hospital. It says here that you are listed as an emergency contact for Dean Winchester."
Cas freezes instantly. He puts the phone against his other ear. "What happened..?" he finally asks.
"To our knowledge, Dean was hit by a car."
