Goodbye- Part 4

Running.

The feet that stampede through the airport only pause twice: to buy a ticket, and to check bags.

Then, he's on the plane.

He only remembers the fear as the plane rises off the landing pad.

He's clutching the arms of his chair and his feet and pulled up to his chest. He breathes in deep and disregards the odd looks the woman beside him is sending his way. He focuses instead on Castiel's blue eyes and the way his lips tilt in a light smile whenever they're together.

He focuses on the words that will pour from his mouth in less than 3 hours as he knocks harshly on Castiel's temporary door.

And then the worries set in-

What if he's moved on? It's been over a week! That's enough time, isn't it?

Nope. Nope. Noooope. Dean crosses his arms and sighs, trying to relax enough to close his eyes and fall asleep.

The voice erases his worries sooner than expected, "thank you for flying with-"

Dean grins, sitting alert as if he hadn't been gripping onto anything he could reach like a life line for the past 3 hours. The woman beside him sends a smirk in his direction, "you okay there?"

"Now that we've landed."

"You made it," she hisses out from under her eyelashes. "What're you going to do now?"

The old Dean would've flirted his way into her obviously loose pants. The old Dean would've smirked back, "depends on what you're planning on doing." He would've said with a smile that lit up all of New York. But, he's no longer the old Dean, so instead, he smiles and says, "I'm gonna go and kiss my boyfriend until he forgives me for being an idiot."

Her mouth snaps shut and she turns toward the front of the plane, pretending as if they hadn't spoken. He sees her ears flush red and her hands tighten into fists as she undoubtedly scolds herself for flirting with a homo.

And then he is off the plane, nearly bending down to kiss the ground after the hell he went through, but instead, Dean is running again.

Running.

Until his feet hit the sidewalk and the cab pulls up and he hands him the sheet of paper with 56G blue house, 3rd Street scribbled across in sloppy handwriting.

.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Cas?"

"I think that I-"

"You what?"

"I think I might possibly-"

"Spit it out, Cas."

"It's not... Nevermind."

"Are you sure, Cas? It must have been important."

"It's nothing."

The I love you is whispered in his thoughts as he tries to keep in the leaking tears.

.

He's knocking at the door but nothing's happening and he's worried cause what if there's another man who answers the door or what if he doesn't live here and Dean's at the wrong house or what if-?

"Dean?"

The air is knocked from the lungs at the sight of the familiar face. Dean is hit by a gust of affection as Castiel's head tilts in question and a slow smile approaches his lips with trepidation.

"Cas, I love you!" Dean bursts out suddenly, catching the other man off guard. "I'm so sorry, but I love you and I've loved you for a long time, I just didn't know it yet and-"

But Dean is cut off as Castiel launches himself forward, their lips meet and a passion burns deep inside Dean that he never thought could erupt. They kiss as if the life is being sucked out of them and it's their last chance on Earth. They kiss as if this is both their first and their last all mingled into one sloppy, wet kiss that leaves both men breathless.

"I'm so sorry, Cas." Dean whispers against his lips as they pause to catch up with the air scratching at their lungs. "I'm so so sorry."

"Dean, it's okay." Castiel is whispering back and then he's tugging them back inside. "It's okay. You're here now."

.

"I love you, Cas."

"I love you too, Dean."

"Will you shut up and kiss me then?"

"But I have to-"

"Fuck work, just kiss me."

"As you wish, Dean."