While the last chapter was the OFFICIAL final chapter, have this bit of extra as sort of a tie in to the sequel, should you be interested in it. More at the bottom.

"I miss you."

"I miss you too, babe."

"You said babe!" Castiel grinned, clapping his hands. "Strip, Winchester."

Dean rolled his eyes as he stood. He began to unbutton his shirt slowly, letting it fall from his shoulders to the floor, giving Castiel some time to study his torso before he sat back down. "Whatever. What's your word again?"

"Fu- Oh no," Castiel caught himself, laughing lightly. "You're not getting me that way."

"Come on," Dean whined. "Why does my word have to be B-A-B-E?"

"Because you say it like crazy, Dean."

"Then why's yours fuck? You don't say it that much."

"Dean, we're doing this because I'm fuckin- shit." Dean grinned widely, pointing at the camera. Castiel glared at him. "Because I'm stressed," he finished explaining as he stood, pulling off his shirt. He made to sit back down, but Dean wasn't done yet, and told him to stay standing.

"Okay, turn around. Let me see your back."

Castiel shook his head. "No. You don't get to see it."

"Why?"

"It's creepy looking."

Dean pulled a face. "God damn it, Cas. do we really need to have this conversation again?"

Castiel sat back down. "Nope. If you start, I'll just hang up on you."

Dean was quiet, but didn't push it. "Cas, you're beautiful." He held up his hands in defense when Castiel crossed his arms. "I'm done! I promise! That's it."

Castiel held his expression, one eyebrow raised as he looked at Dean through the camera. He softened his face and relaxed after a minute. "Okay."

"Okay," Dean said back. He cleared his throat. "So, Cas. Why are you so stressed?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, Dean. It's just.." he started, rolling his wrists, trying to find how to continue. "…Just been building up, I assume. You've been gone, school's coming to a close, which means finals are just around the corner. I'm all alone, and Nona and Robert won't even talk to me because all I do is talk about you, and I'm just stressing out about fucking everything and I don't even fucking understand why!" he finished as he stood, taking off both his pyjama bottoms and boxers. He looked down at his naked body when he sat back down. "I don't understand why we started playing this."

Dean snapped out of his naked-trance. "You suggested it."

"I already saw you naked today."

Dean rolled his eyes. "You saw my dick."

Castiel furrowed his brow. "Oh yeah. Why'd you even show me it?"

Dean stared at him through the camera, but Castiel just looked sleepy and confused. Dean smiled lightly. "You called me, asked to see my dick, said it was very important. I was reluctant, but you did that face, and so I did it. You looked for a good minute or more, then clicked out of the call. You came back about ten minutes later looking really relaxed."

"Yeah, because I jacked off." Dean's eyes grew wide, and Castiel laughed. "Don't act like that, Dean. You brought up the fact that you touch yourself when you think about me while in a diner. I feel we've broken the bounds of whether we think about each other in hyper-sexual ways or not." Dean just stared at him. Castiel rolled his eyes. "So, how's England, Dean?"

"I just got here today, Cas. Like, three hours ago. But it's nice. Sunny today."

Castiel smiled. "That's nice. Going to go out and, I don't know, have fun?"

"It's 10a.m."

"I meant later, once I went to sleep. And it's never to early to get drunk, Dean."

"I know. You laced my drink with vodka just before noon."

Castiel grinned. "You wouldn't have put up with my shit otherwise."

"Oh yeah I would've." Castiel shrugged and stretched in the chair, his arm going high above his head as he arched his back. Dean licked his lips. "God, I love it when you stretch like that, babe."

Castiel snapped down from his arch. "You said it."

Dean pouted. "Do I have to? I don't have anything but boxers on."

"Yep. Your fault for not putting anything else on."

"You got to take off two layers on bottom!"

"Your fault," Castiel reiterated.

Dean rolled his eyes, standing up to slide off his boxers before sitting back down. Castiel stretched again. "I'm really tense."

"Want a massage?"

"Only from you."

"How about a blowjob?"

"Only from you."

Dean grinned, and so did Castiel. "I promise you'll get both next time I see you."

Castiel smiled, leaning back in his chair. "You're the best boyfriend ever."

Dean shook his head. "No. I'm not there for you enough."

"Let's not make this too sappy, Dean. I appreciate whatever time I get from you. I know you're busy."

Dean smiled, ready to argue back against him, but he let it drop when Castiel stretched again. "Are you tired, Cas?"

Castiel hummed. "Very. Being stressed does that to a person."

"Did I help at all?"

"A lot. You have that effect on me."

"Making you sleepy?"

"Relaxing me. Though I guess those two are fairly similar."

"I should let you go then, Cas. Get some sleep."

Castiel nodded and leaned over, grabbing the rocker bear. He tucked his knees up onto his chair, hugging the bear tight. "This bear smells like you."

Dean laughed. "How'd you manage that?"

"I sprayed it with your cologne." He nuzzled his nose into it. "Mmm. Dean."

Dean laughed again. "You're cute, Cas." He slid off his bed, sliding off his chair and over to his suitcase, pulling out his bear. He showed it to Castiel when he sat down. He kissed the side of it's face. "Just pretend that it's you I'm kissing, okay?"

Castiel grinned, kissing his bear as well. "As long as you pretend this is you."

Dean smiled warmly and kissed his bear again. "I'm gonna let you go to bed now, Cas. Goodnight baby."

Castiel kissed his bear again as well. "Good night, Dean. Or, well, have a nice day. I'll be thinking about you." And with that and a wink, Castiel clicked out of the call, staring at the dark square on his screen for a moment before closing the lid, going to his bed, collapsing down onto it. He didn't bother putting back on his clothes, just slipping in-between the sheet, holding the punk-rock bear close to him. Dean did the same, nuzzling his nose into the soft fur of his own bear.

It was hard to be apart from each other for so long, despite the fact that it had only been a little less than three weeks, but they'd make it. They'd be just fine.

WOO!

So, if you couldn't tell, this is the last time this'll be updated! I'd like to thank all of you who've supported this (and by extension, me), whether it's been from the beginning, or just a few days ago; you all are amazing! Your nice words and enthusiasm for this really kept me going, and it was just super, and it made me all happy inside, and sometimes when I'd wake up with a bunch of notification's for this, I'd make weird noises and that was just supreme (but also embarrassing 'cause one time I was in an airport oops)

And to continue this on, I've got the first chapter of the sequel thingy done! For those who are interested, the title is International Love (wow wonder what's gonna happen in it) and you can find it on my page. It'll be the only other SPN story on my account (or the only other story altogether on my pseudonym on AO3) so hopefully it'll be easy to find. Also I know the title sucks, but come on. Look at the title of this. I'm not good with this stuff... (feel free to suggest something better, if you'd like)

So, for the final time on this, let me know what you think! I really, truly, from the bottom of my heart, love knowing what you think. And above all, thanks for reading!

:D