AN: THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR LOVELY WORDS AND SUGGESTIONS! My computer is a little bleh lately so I'll try to do as much as I can, but keep it up guys for reals!

Also there will be some actual art that will show what Cas' art was at the show...(if that makes sense... I'll let you know)

They are both 26

Dean got home around nine; Daryl's wife was having a baby so it fell to him to pick up the slack. At least he was getting paid overtime for the effort; he was dead tiered when he crossed the threshold into the house.

"Cas?" He called finding that the other man wasn't on the first floor.

"I'm up stairs," The low voice replied, as Dean jogged up to find him.

"What you doing babe?" he wondered, getting to their bed room to see Cas packing.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" Cas deadpans.

"You're packing," he blinks in confusion standing at the door, "but I wanta know why you're packing."

"I told you I'm going to visit Jimmy," he folds another shirt and places it in his sac.

"No, you mentioned doing it not that you where going to do it." Dean snaps at him.

"My apologies," Cas glares at him, "Did you want to come on a plane trip to Chicago?" He pauses for a beat, challenging Dean, "I didn't think so," he turns back to his packing.

"That's not the point, Cas," Dean steps into the room. "You should have told me you booked it… When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" He bellows, "When the fuck where you going to tell me?"

"I did tell you!" Cas yells back, his tone low and deadly.

"Again, mentioning it is a lot different the stating it!"

"What do you want me to say Dean!" He sips up his bag, "That I'm so used to us being a we that I don't know who I am anymore!" Cas admits, irately as Dean stares daggers at him, "Yes, I know it's selfish, but I'm going tomorrow morning whether you take me to the airport or not," he pushes past Dean with his bag and into the hall way.

Dean goes to the door and shouts after him, "Oh I'll take you tomorrow, but you're sleeping on the couch tonight!" He slams the bedroom door and locks it.

"We have extra bedrooms," Cas snaps back, stomping into the closest one and slamming the door in return.

The next morning, Dean drives him to the airport. The air in the car is tense as they ride in silence the entire way. He pulls up to the kiss and ride, opting to just drop the other man off.

"I'll be back on Tuesday," Cas informs him solemnly, "Around five."

"Alright," Dean grunts, "Let me know you get there in one piece," he adds, not looking at him.

Cas nods, "Good-bye Dean," he slips from the car grabbing his bag.

Dean watches his back as he heads into the building, driving away once he is out of sight. He gets a text saying Cas had arrived and that was it, the next four days he hears nothing from the other man. It was kind of nice to have time to him self at first, but then it just got lonely. Dean worked, ate and slept; that was it.

Since Cas wasn't there he didn't go to church on Sunday or go out for breakfast pie. He also went running, Dean would usually run everyday if he could; but now he made a point of it and ran even farther then before.

On Monday night, Cas called while Dean was still at work and left a message.

"Hello, Dean, I hope everything is well with the house and all," Cas clears his throat, "I hope you'll be there to pick me up tomorrow, let me know…" Dean hears voices on the other end and Cas swearing like he dropped the phone before the call ends. He shoots a text letting him know he'll be there; of course he'll be there. It was stupid for them to have fought in the first place, Dean had mulled it over enough to have realized that; though it was even stupider to not fix it before Cas had left.

Dean parks the car in the lot and jogs into the airport to meet Cas on Tuesday morning. He's a little anxious that he wouldn't be here, but he dismissed that thought as soon as the familiar messy hair rounded the corner towards him. Cas had his headphones on and kept looking around apprehensively until there eyes met.

"Hi," Dean smiled a little as they stood face to face.

"Dean," Cas nodded, before dropping his bag pulling him into a hug. "I'm sorry, it was foolish of me."

Dean was frozen for a beat in surprise until he hugged Cas in return like a life line. They pull apart slightly looking at each other again, Dean initiating a searing kiss.

"I'm sorry too, babe." He whispers, bending down to pick up Cas's bag as they head to the lot, hand in hand. "You have a good time?"

"No it was terrible and I missed you."

"Really?" Dean smiled with a raise brow.

"No," Cas deadpans, as Dean's face falls, "But I did miss you."

"I missed you too, you bastard!" He joked, giving Cas's hand a small squeeze.

"Next time you should come with."

"We'll see," Dean nods.

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