A/N: Hi guys! I'm baaaack. Sorry that I've been gone so long. School plus work plus drama… yeah. Anyway. My finals are tomorrow and graduation is Thursday, so ya'll have my undivided attention again. This is one I wrote back in March, it just took me this long to post it. I know I'm horrible. Hope you like it.

Dean's POV:

The first time we broke up, it was over nothing, really. I had gone out with Benny and Ash, and Cas had seen the waitress give me a kiss. He was gone before he could see me push her away and storm out. I got home to a "we're done" message under my door. He didn't talk to me for two days and when I was finally able to explain what happened, it still took a day for us to make up, but you know what they say about the sex…

Cas' POV:

The second time we broke up was my fault. I had begun to overthink every little thing and Dean had finally had enough. We lasted two days before we came crashing back together.

Dean's POV:

OK. I take full blame for this one. I fucked up, big time. I drank too much and got carried away. I didn't blame him for leaving and couldn't believe it when he came back. We had a lot of patching up to do and it took time, but we were back to OK. Until…

Cas' POV:

Cancer. The big C. After being diagnosed, the doctors warned me that life was going to change. Then they said the killer part, literally, it was terminal, I had maybe two months. I hoped to live them out with Dean and never tell him, but after three weeks, I knew I couldn't. We fought, worse than ever, and I left, telling him I didn't love him. I could see the hurt and betrayal on his face and I knew that he would hate me for a while, but he would move on, eventually.

Dean's POV:

After the fight, I tried everything to get Cas back. Called, texted, hell I even asked Gabriel to pass on a note. I got nothing. Finally, after three weeks, Cas' annoying brother called me back. The call was off from the start. No teasing or bad nicknames and by the time he hung up, I could barely stand. I crumbled in a chair, crying. Cas, my everything since we were 18, was gone, and the worst part was that he had known and never told me.