8

Not the best moment

Castiel was desperate.

He had spent hours traveling from a place to another trying to get the most minimal trace of Dean and Samantha, but he hadn't got anything. Castiel didn't know what would it be worse: if they both had been kidnapped by the Five Coven or if Dean had been attacked... or worse... what if–?

No!

He couldn't cope with that idea.

Dean had to be ok. No other option was possible.

Dean couldn't believe what he had said a second ago, but... actually... he didn't regret anything. Well, he just regretted the time he had lost. It was time, he had to look Crowley and find out his reaction.

Well, that surprised Dean.

The demon had just raised both eyebrows and he seemed... bored. Then, Crowley nodded.

"It has to be kind of a record. It has just taken... What? Three decades?" The demon frowned before he clapped. "Congratulations, Squirrel, you finally get it! Yes, we all have always known that you love the trench coat angel. It wasn't that difficult, wasn't it?"

"Eh..."

"Let it go, Squirrel. Let's go find your soul mate to break the curse."

Dean felt a huge desire to choke that presumptuous smart ass, but he didn't do anything but to follow him because even he realized he had been too slow. Dean had acted badly with Cas through the years and, somehow, that mockery was a minor punishment. Furthermore, Crowley was going to lead him to Cas, so it would be so stupid to hurt him.

He couldn't find Dean.

Castiel had even gone to Heaven, but there was no trace of Dean. Or Samantha. He was worried for the little girl too, although he knew that she would be alive. She was the key to the Five Coven, but Dean was just... a nuisance. In that moment, when Castiel realized that terrible truth, he felt the biggest fear in his life.

What if the Five Coven had wiped Dean from reality?

Castiel knew he couldn't turn to Jack in order to fix his mess. Jack had decided to be excluded from the world. When his beloved kid had decided to take God's place, he had saved Castiel from the Empty and, together, they had fixed some things, like Heaven. Then, Jack had said goodbye to him because they would never see each other again.

First, he had lost Jack.

Now, Dean was lost.

And Castiel didn't know what to do, but to feel miserable.

He was wandering through Dublin, looking for any clue, any lead... whatever which could help him. It had started raining a while ago, but that didn't change his will. Castiel was going to find Dean and Samantha.

"Cas?"

That voice. That way to call for him.

Castiel's heart stopped. His breath was suddenly caught.

Slowly, Castiel turned around. The rain was falling heavily over Dublin's streets, like a water curtain. And, then, he saw him. Dean was there, just a few steps away from him. The hair as wet as his clothes, those usual jeans, checkered shirt and the heavy coat. Once again Castiel was assaulted by the same though he had had time ago, when he came across Dean in Hell: Dean Winchester was the most beautiful being in the whole universe.

"Dean?" Castiel frowned, paralyzed.

The man moved forward, going directly to him, with huge strides. Before Castiel could react, Dean took his face between his hands, staring at him. There it was again. That intensity. Castiel didn't know what was going on. Was Dean mad because he had failed to him once again? Or was it another thing? The angel was opening his mouth in order to ask, when the unexpected happened.

Dean leaned into him.

And, then, Dean kissed him.

It was shy at first, but then it turned desperate. In that moment, Castiel gripped Dean's coat strongly, trying to get him even closer. The kiss' temperature raised and Castiel thought that it was like dancing in the sun. He didn't want that feeling to end, so he kissed back.

But, eventually, they got apart. Dean smiled at him, looking terrible blissed.

"What was that?" Castiel managed to ask.

"A kiss. I thought you would remember that movie..."

"I know what a kiss is, Dean. But you have never–"

"I've been a fool for a long, long time, Cas," Dean shook his head. "I was afraid. And lost. And wrong. I know I'm almost perfect, but I'm human after all. Like that Christina Perry's song..." His voice faded and, then, his cheeks blushed a little bit. "I don't usually listen to that, but Sam–"

"I don't get why you are trying to lie."

Dean leaned his head with a grimace.

"Of course you don't. You don't care about these stupid things. And I guess I shouldn't either." Dean grabbed the trench coat's lapels. "I should have said this when the Empty took you... No, probably before that, but... I..." Dean closed his eyes, his face was completely red. "I can't believe this is so difficult. You made it look easy. Cas, I..." He hissed, shaking his head again. "For God's sake! It isn't so complicated! I love you, damn it! Yes! I love you, Cas!"

The shock was huge.

Castiel found himself blinking slowly because he needed a moment to assimilate what he had just heard. Dean was in front of him, blushed as a teen in love, while he was just asking himself if it was reality or...

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. I know, I know. I have done it terribly bad, but I have never... before, in my whole life... which is, actually, quite meaningful," Dean made a grimace again. Then, he shook his head and stared at him. "But I meant it, I swear."

Castiel couldn't resist. He kissed Dean back a second time.

When the kiss ended, both of them looked at each other with a silly smile on their faces... until Castiel remembered what they were doing in Ireland. Then, he opened his eyes a lot.

"I'm afraid, Dean, this is not the best moment–"

For a second, Dean looked confused, but then he closed his eyes, swearing in a low voice.

"Fuck! Samantha! I've almost forgotten!"

"What has it happened in the hotel?"

"A bloody warlock appeared and, basically, kicked my ass. He killed me, so I suppose the coven has Samantha. Fuck! How the Hell are we going to find her?"

"I've been looking everywhere, but I haven't got anything, but... Well, I have you."

"Mmm, it's quite of exciting this flirting thing, but, Cas, we have to save the world."

"I meant that we can make a locate spell with your blood."

"Oh... Of course you did!" Dean seemed kind of awkward.

"But I like the idea of having you like in love songs. We can discuss it later, if you want, because maybe you feel like an object. But, first, let's save your family." He stopped to think for a second and, then, he kissed Dean's lips quickly. After that, Castiel put a hand on Dean's shoulder. "Come on, I know who can help us. It's the witch who was Rowena's friend."

The way he had been using his powers through all Ireland, he supposed that the Five Coven wouldn't find it strange, so he took Dean with him and they both appeared in front of the library.

"How did that meeting go? Did she help you?"

"I know who Samantha's mother is," Castiel nodded. The trench coat was waving after him, while Dublin's rain was falling on his head and neck. "We'll talk about that later, first I have to warn you: she doesn't want to get into trouble. And... well, she is kind of weird."

"Does she look weird to you?"

"Yes."

"Wow, she has to be a real weirdo."

"She was talking the whole time about a puppy with pretty eyes, but, Dean, I swear to you: there wasn't any dog with us," Castiel frowned. "Unless it was an invisible dog. But I don't understand why a witch will enchant a dog for that."

Dean laughed. It was the most precious noise in the whole Creation. Castiel sometimes lamented that it wasn't heard more often.

"You were the dog, silly."

"I'm not a dog."

"No, no, I'm not saying that." Dean laughed again. In that moment, the man looked at Castiel with a completely warm and tender gaze. He seemed a new Winchester. The real Dean Winchester, maybe? "She meant your big blue eyes. They are as cute as puppies."

"Oh, I see. I still have to learn a lot about you, humans."

"Don't worry, you have the essential."

"Are we still flirting?"

"We are always flirting, Cas. Even in the worst moments, like this. Now I get why everybody realized the truth before us."

"Actually, I knew I love you quite early, it was you–"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm the idiot. We all know it. It's not necessary to insist," Dean shook his head, while he grabbed the door's knocker. "Come, Cas, we have to get our little girl back. Use these puppy eyes of yours because we can't lose more time."

Hi, guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It is an special one for me and, to be honest, I was dying to write it.

Thank you for reading!

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