Oh my goodness sorry that last chapter was just a big sexy-time fluff nugget, but Supernatural is coming back today and I just felt so excited that my love of Destiel escalated to an unhealthy level. Anyway, this is chapter seven, sorry if anyone was waiting!

Also, sorry this one took so long! I had a big test coming up in school and I didn't have too much time. Lots of studying! Well, enjoy!

As per usual, I don't own Supernatural. If you do I'd pay good money for it, though.

Chapter Seven

After waking up fully from his very enjoyable love-comma, Dean realized that he hadn't gone to work in three days. Four, if he didn't get dressed and and break every driving rule known to the road in order to get to the University in under 15 minutes. "Sonofabitch," he muttered under his breath.

He slowly squirmed out from under Castiel, who had pretty much his entire body resting on Dean's and was breathing in and out slowly with a content smile on his face. Yeah, Dean thought as he started to get dressed for the first time in three days, I'm pretty good.

Castiel woke up with a smile on his face, very warm in a flurry of blankets and pillows. He had expected Dean to be sleeping next to him, but when he realized that he was alone he wasn't too surprised. They both knew that Dean was going to have to go back to work sometime.

Getting up and walking to the kitchen, Castiel thought about what he should do that day. He munched on some bacon that was left on the table from a while ago and finally decided. He had to go pay his respects to Bobby now, or he would never want to do it.

He sat down and prepared himself mentally, then called a cab and went outside.

"Where to?" asked the cabbie, a bit distractedly. Had Castiel heard that voice before? He looked up, only to find Chuck's picture staring back at him.

"Chuck?"

"Oh, hey!" exclaimed Chuck, a little surprised, "It's Castiel, right? What are you doing here? Or I guess, more importantly, where do you want to go?"

"I was just…I was visiting a friend. Don't you have class today?"

"Nah, there's two groups of classes. I go tomorrow. So where to, Castiel?"

"Pine Cemetery, please," mumbled Cas morbidly. He was not looking forward to this.

"Oh…Yeah, sure."

Chuck concluded it would be best to let Castiel be alone with his thoughts. They rode the rest of the trip in a solemn silence.

Once they arrived, Cas got out of the car and paid Chuck. "Hey, I'm sorry for your loss. Here's my card. Call me if you wanna be picked up, kay?

He nodded and began to walk into the cemetery. Hearing the car pulling out of the lot, he turned around. Chuck waved at him with what he tried to make a smile, but turned out as sort of a grimace, on his face.

Castiel found Bobby's grave marker quickly, and stood next to it, his shoulders a little hunched. He felt stupid talking to a slab of stone, but he knew that he had to get "closure," or whatever it was called these days.

"Bobby, you were…you were more than a friend to me," he began, feeling very idiotic all alone in the cemetery, talking to himself. Despite that, thought, he continued, "You were a mentor, a teacher, whatever it was, you were amazing. I learned more than just art from you. You…you were family to me. More than my brothers, even."

Tears were starting to form at the bottom of his eyes. He didn't want to cry, but he had to keep going. There was so much more to say. Castiel didn't know how to sum up what Bobby had given him in such a small amount of time. Anything he said would be injustice to this man, and he felt sad for that.

"I don't know how it is that a man like you can be taken from life so quickly. Whoever is controlling things up there…Well, let's just say someone needs to get fired for this." He laughed a little at his own joke, but he was just prolonging the inevitable tears.

"Bobby, thank you. Thank you for teaching me so much more about life than I even knew was out there. You did everything for me. Everything. Even beyond the grave. Because of you, I think I've met the love of my life. Just…thank you."

And now the tears started spilling down. There was no actual noise coming from the man, but the tears rained down from his blue eyes as he stood there, silently shaking with the loss of the man he had considered his father. He stayed there for forty five minutes, talking to the headstone. He told it about what he had been doing. His art, his life, and about Dean. Even though the headstone said nothing, he felt better after that and in the car ride home he even smiled.

Dean did get to his lecture in time, astonishingly. He actually had a couple minutes to spare. He suspected the clocks at his house were a little fast, and wondered if Castiel had done that on purpose. It was a possibility. They both knew that he had to go to work sometime, right?

Silently thanking him for that, even if it actually wasn't his doing, Dean started to set out his papers for that day's lecture. The students had begun filing into the room, and he would be expected to begin any minute.

"So guys, we're learning about something pretty amazing today! Since we're in the Roman mythology section, I thought I'd teach you guys about the symbols that other teachers don't really go into. They're too…scandalous, as one might say."

Dean was wearing the biggest, goofiest smile that the students had ever seen, and they didn't really know whether to be scared or to be excited that their new teacher was being so nice.

"He definitely just got laid," whispered one of the guys to another, who nodded in agreement. No way was this guy that happy for no reason.

"But I like to think their creativity is just overlooked! So let's learn about some ancient symbols!"

"Professor Winchester? I wasn't able to get the new Roman book. I'm…sorry," called a mousy looking kid, expecting the full wrath of an angry teacher.

"Hey, no problem. We all get a little distracted sometimes, right? You can use mine. Just try to get one as soon as possible."

Everyone in the class looked at each other. Their old teacher wouldn't have let that slide. He was very particular about research and facts. Although Professor Winchester had been better, he had never been this much better. They knew that these were going to be a good few days, at least.