Written for the prompt "Any kind of h/c with CasLys?"


"Eighteen, the big one and they miss it. Eighteen, Lys" Castiel sounds almost winded, hardly believing his own news. His parents missed his birthday last year too. He thinks they were in Oslo then, or maybe that was his sixteenth.

They did try to make it. They'd planned on having a nice family dinner at home, just the three of them, and afterwards Castiel was going to head out with Lysander, Rosa, Kim and whoever else wanted to party their night away with him. But his parents got stuck in an airport. Something about an ash cloud. He didn't catch the full story, he stopped paying attention once he learned they wouldn't be coming.

He knows it's not their fault, but somehow having it promised to him and then snatched away makes it all the more difficult to bear.

Lysander doesn't say much. He never says much, but tonight his listening skills work overtime. He doesn't try to excuse Castiel's parents either, even if he knows it couldn't be helped, instead he lets Castiel storm about the place, shouting and feeling sorry for himself. He deserves to.

His parents call again and they ignore the phone. They leave a voicemail, apologizing once more and when Castiel hears it he launches into another, louder tirade. They have an honest excuse this time, but after a lifetime of broken promises, how is he supposed to accept it?

When Castiel has said all he can and his throat begins to feel raw, he retires to his room. He moves away from the living room without a word, leaving Lysander alone on the couch, unsure if he should follow or say anything.

"Come on." Castiel calls from the bedroom and Lysander rises and heads to the door. Hesitant, he knocks before reaching for the handle.

"I said you could come in." Castiel sounds muffled this time, like he's speaking into something.

Lysander opens the door and see's Castiel burrowed beneath the covers, cocooning himself away from the world. Now inside the room, Lysander can hear the sniffles coming from beneath the duvet. Castiel's obviously crying, but Lysander doesn't call attention to it.

Lysander climbs onto the bed, above the covers and pulls Castiel into an embrace from behind. Castiel's hair, the only part of him not hidden away, is perfectly in line with Lysander's face and Lysander presses kisses into the back of his head, only stopping to whisper soothing thoughts into his ear.

Castiel's parents won't be here for his birthday, but he won't be alone either.