As I state in the previous update. This is from 'Goodbye,' which was taken down and re-uploaded into this collection.
Enjoy!
Goodbye- Part 2
His hands melted the skin he touched, stealing gasps from Dean's lips as they moved down down down-
"Cas!" He was breathing, eyes wide with the slow burn that erupted from Castiel's breath against his stomach. The man in question only dragged his lips endlessly across Dean's chest. Smiling against his ribcage, "don't like this, Dean?"
"Cas, don't stop. Just-"
The door opened, startling the pair apart quickly. Dean's shirt was only folded up, so he tugged it down as immediately as possibly, turning to face his younger brother with an attempt at casual, "hey there, Sammy!"
Sam's eyes raked back and forth over the pair, narrowing slightly on the way Castiel's eyes fogged and his lips were wet. "What were you guys just doing?" He asked gently, not sure if he wanted the answer.
Castiel paused, glancing at Dean to figure out the answer himself, "I..."
"We were just talking, Gigantor. What'd it look like?" He shook his head, slugging Cas in the shoulder as the other man deflated, only offering a small nod of affirmation.
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"Dean?" Sam asked, approaching his older brother slowly, so as not to frighten him off, "you okay, man?"
"Yeah, Sammy. Just peachy." The man answered huskily, downing another beer as he scratched at his already red eyes. "Just peachy..." He echoed as Sam nodded, realizing Dean didn't want to talk just yet.
Dean thrust his fist into the pillow as Sam closed the door gently behind him. He pounded and pounded away at the fabric, leaving marks where his fists had fallen. He cried out in agony, whining at his idiocy.
"Fuck everything! You fuck everything up!" He cried, slamming his fist into the wall behind him, before shouting at the pain of it.
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"Dean? What am I to you?"
"You're my friend, Cas. Whad'ya mean?"
"I mean- nevermind."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Dean. I'm sure."
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Castiel moved into the new airport half way across the country, looking at the light filtering in through the huge windows, he couldn't help but want to regret what he'd done. He'd left his most important person, but was it...
Yes, it needed to be done.
Dean had to realize his mistakes and learn from them. He'd hurt Castiel in so many ways over the past year or so, and Cas couldn't just tell him! The idiot had to figure it out for himself. It didn't take a genius.
Even Sam had noticed after only a week.
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"Cas?"
The man in question looked up, smiling softly at the younger Winchester, "yes, Sam?"
"Does it... Do you like Dean?"
"Of course I like Dean."
"No, I mean.." Sam paused, searching for the right words to approach the delicate topic. "Do you like Dean?"
Castiel paused, flustered at his obviousness. "Was I... Is it-"
"Cas everyone can tell. Even Dean can tell, somewhere deep down. He's just so... Sooo... Dean. He doesn't see what's right in front of him!"
"Yes, I suppose that's true.."
"Don't you want to be more?"
"We are more, Sam. That's the thing." Castiel paused, finding the look on Sam's face rather upsetting. The man obviously did not know the extent of their relationship. "We have... kissed."
"What?!"
"Are you so surprised? I'm not one for waiting."
"Yeah, but-"
"Dean reciprocated. But, he still says we're friends. As if kissing is a normal friend thing." Castiel looked away, frustrated with the turn in conversation. "I mean, I enjoy being with him. But, is it selfish of me to want more?"
"No, Cas. It's not selfish at all."
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Dean threw a book against the wall, racking his brain over Castiel's words.
"That's exactly right. You're a fucking coward."
He'd practically yelled it, and the worst part was... Castiel rarely swore. He kept his mouth clean, and had even scolded both Winchesters for their vulgarity several times.
He was serious. Deadly serious.
Dean turned and flopped back into his pillow, moaning as the tears built up again.
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"Is this your-"
"Friend." Dean was quick to cut Jo off before she could continue her remark. "This is my friend, Castiel."
Her mouth opened and closed in silence, "oh."
If you squinted, you could see the way Castiel's hand clenched and his eyes blinked one second too long. "Yes, it's nice to meet you, Jo. Dean's told me so much about you!"
Dean grinned when Jo's smile returned, "all good things, I hope."
Castiel smiled, looking away from the grinning pair. Who was he as Dean's friend to watch such an intimate moment with Dean's ex-girlfriend. He bit the inside of his cheek, regretting attending this work function with Dean.
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His new apartment was increasingly lonely without sticky notes from Dean, his phone calls whispering secret "i miss you"'s, and his constant badgering to go out and eat some unhealthy junk food.
"Quit it with that rabbit food, Cas! Let's go get a real meal!"
Castiel dropped his bag to the floor after a particularly long day at work. His co-workers were more than welcoming, especially a younger intern named Meg. He ignored her constant presence, his mind instead straying to one subject and one subject alone: Dean Winchester.
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It was a Tuesday morning when Castiel Novak realized he was in love with Dean Winchester.
He loved everything about the man.
He loved his eyes.
He loved their beautiful shade of green, like the grass on a particularly dewey morning. Like the murky waters of that lake they visited at least once a week. They were such a unique color. Never in his life had Castiel seen a pair of eyes as clear and magnificent as the eyes of Dean Winchester.
He loved his freckles.
They smattered across his cheeks as if God had taken a paintbrush and just splashed it against his rugged face. They dipped and dove around the curve of his nose in a zig-zagging trail that Castiel liked to follow with his finger.
He loved his hands.
They were big, but soft. Calloused, but smooth to the touch. They burned a trail of fire wherever they went, from tugging on Castiel's hair in a moment of passion, to roughly brushing along his collarbone as he pulled him into a deep kiss. They skirted around his hips, and lifted his chin lovingly; they yanked his shoes from his feet after a long day, and rubbed the pain from Castiel's back as he hummed in contentment.
Castiel Novak loved Dean Winchester.
Everything about him.