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After reciting the incantation and stepping through the closet door, Dean felt a force suddenly pull him forward. Everything went black, and Dean was overcome by a falling sensation. It didn't last long though. Soon, Dean was being greeted by a painful blow to the face. Everything was still dark, and the man's head was spinning. He could hear loud footsteps approaching. Then the darkness faded, and as Dean looked up into the light, his vision focused on the confused look on his brother's face.
"Dean?" Sam looked down at him, sitting disheveled at the bottom of the motel closet.
A smile spread across the older brother's face, "Hey, Sammy." Dean stood up shakily, pulled Sam into a tight embrace, and looked around the empty motel room, "So, where are we?"
Sam chuckled as they both let go of each other, "Billings, Montana. I just finished up a case here. I was actually about to leave, before you decided to drop in." Sam's face suddenly became serious, "How did you get back anyways?"
A small smile spread across Dean's face, "Come on. We'll head back to Canton, and I can show you."
"Okay, but don't you think you ought to change first?" Sam walked across to a duffle bag sitting on the bed, "You look like you're headed to the prom," he laughed, throwing Dean some jeans and a t-shirt.
Dean rolled his eyes and muttered, "Why does everyone have to make fun of what I wear?" Before going into the bathroom to change, "Why can't you just be glad that I'm wearing clothes at all? It could have been like Terminator. I could have come out of your closet naked!"
"Alright, alright. I promise not to make fun of your clothes, just please don't get naked!" Sam cried out with a chuckle.
Dean returned a couple minutes later, "Better now?"
Sam smiled, "Yeah, just fix your hair a bit," Dean's expression remained blank as Sam chuckled to himself. "We should probably call Cas before we leave too," Sam said as he reach for the phone in his pocket.
Dean could feel a sharp pain rise in his stomach as he heard the name, "No, we shouldn't bother him. He's probably busy with angel stuff." Dean wanted to put off seeing Castiel for as long as possible. He wasn't sure how he'd react to seeing those bright blue eyes without that spark of affection he had grown accustom to.
Sam turn to Dean and shot him a chastising, yet concerned, glance, "No, actually he's spent all this time searching the world for a way to get you back. So, I think we at least owe him a phone call to let him know you're safe!"
A cold shiver shot down Dean's spine, and was followed by the sting of guilt. Sam was right, the angel had done a lot for Dean and he owed him much more than a phone call, but he just couldn't, because even though Castiel did care about him, it wasn't want Dean wanted. "How long was I gone anyways?" he said, directing the topic away from Castiel.
"You were gone for two months," Sam said with a sadness in his voice.
"Two month?" Dean replied in shock, "but I was only there for a couple of days!" More guilt passed through Dean for leaving his brother alone for that long.
"Well it's been two months here, and Cas has spent every moment trying to get you back. So we should give him a call," Sam didn't understand why Dean wouldn't want to see Castiel. Even if it had only been two days, it was clear that Dean missed Sam, so why didn't he miss Castiel too?
Dean dropped his head a little and stared at the floor, "Look Sam, I just have my reasons, okay? I promise we'll call him as soon as we get to Canton, but for now, I'm just going to need you to trust me on this one." Dean hoped that the long drive would give him time to forget his feelings for Castiel, just enough so that he'd be able to keep himself composed the next time he saw the angel's innocent smile.
Sam let out a soft sigh, "Alright, Dean, whatever you say."
Dean followed Sam out to the parking lot, and confusion took over him when Sam opened that trunk of a silver 2007 Toyota Camry, "What the hell is that?"
"I think it's a car, Dean," Sam said in a sarcastic tone.
Dean scoffed at his brother, "Hardly. I'm gone for two months, and you end up driving this?"
"Well, you kind of took the keys to the Impala with you," Sam said, throwing his bags in the trunk and closing it.
A worried look spread across Dean's face, "Where is she, Sam?"
Sam laughed, "Don't worry, I wouldn't just leave your most prized possession in a parking lot somewhere. I had it towed to Bobby's. We can swing by and switch cars, if you want. I know Bobby will be glad to see you."
Dean walked over to the passenger side, "Okay, but you're driving, because there's no way I'm getting behind the wheel of that."
Sam just smiled, as he got in the driver's seat, and closed the door behind him. "Will you at least call Bobby, and let him know we're coming by?"
Dean nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out the phone as Sam drove out of the parking lot. Dean scrolled through his contacts until he found Bobby's number, and then pressed the call button.
The phone rang a while, and after it stopped ringing, there was a long pause before a familiar voice on the other end spoke, "Dean?"
Dean smiled, "Hey, Bobby."
"Where are ya?" he said, adding a second question after that, "When are ya?"
"I'm back. I'm with Sam; we're driving there now to pick up the Impala."
"Well I can't wait to see the both of ya," Bobby replied quietly.
"Yeah, me either Bobby," Dean said smiling into the phone, "See you soon."
"Alright," Bobby said, and he hung up the phone.
The brothers spent a majority of the nine hour car ride in silence. Dean, not wanting to give up any information of what happened in 1944, and Sam not wanting to pry. Their conversations mainly involved what Sam had been doing while Dean was away. Sam simply said that he, Castiel, and Bobby had dedicated most of their time looking for a spell or artifact that would bring Dean back. Sam would still take a case every now and then, but never one that would be too time consuming.
The guilt came back to Dean as he listened to all of the stuff he had put them through while he was away, but then a smile came back to his face, because it would all be alright when they found the Men of Letters. It would all be worth it, because he and Sam would be able to have a life.
They had left Montana early in the morning, so the sun was just starting to set when they arrived at Bobby's. Dean was physically and emotionally exhausted. So, upon entering the house he walked straight to the fridge, and pulled out three beers.
Bobby walked into the room with a smile on his face. Dean rushed to him and gave him a tight hug accompanied by a few pats on the back. "It's good to have you back, Dean," Bobby said.
"It's good to be back," but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized how untrue they were.
He handed a beer to both Sam and Bobby and walked into the other room, but stopped dead in his tracks after passing through the door frame.
"Cas," Dean's voice was barely a whisper. Instinct took over and he began moving towards the angel's concerned eyes, and stopped three feet away.
"Hello, Dean." Castiel's deep voice rang through the man's ears, and sent chills down his spine.
All he could do was stand there, and drown in the angel's eyes. Dean's mind was consumed by the full gamut of emotions. Every thought rushed to Dean's lips at once, and the only one to emerge was the last thing he wanted to say, "I thought I said I didn't want to call him." His face immediately turned to Sam.
"What?" Sam caught on to the accusing glance, "Well don't look at me. I didn't call him."
"I called him," Bobby stepped forward, "Was I not suppose to?"
Dean didn't even acknowledge Bobby's statement. He needed to get out of the house as soon as possible, before he could see the confused and hurt look on Castiel's face.
The man rushed out of the house. The cool night air brushed against his face, as he stared out at the empty darkness. He wasn't alone for long though, soon Bobby was exiting the house behind him. Bobby wanted to be sympathetic towards Dean, but the boy was so hard headed, and the only way to get through to him wasn't compassionate.
Bobby grabbed Dean's shoulder, and spun him around, "What in the hell was that!" When Bobby saw the younger man's face though, he couldn't help but soften his tone, "You have no excuse to treat Cas like that after everything he's done for you! He's spent the past two months doing nothing but sear-"
"I know! He's spent the past two months searching for me!" all of Dean's emotions became heightened and melded together so that he couldn't tell them apart, "It still isn't good enough!" As the words left Dean's mouth, he could feel a sharp pain in his throat and an eminence sorrow throughout his body.
"Not good enough? If there was anyway Cas could have gotten you back, he would have done it without hesitation. Out of all of us, I think Cas was the most affected after you left, and I know he was the most determined to get you back! So don't you think for a minute that everything he did wasn't good enough."
Dean stood silently for a second trying to sort out his emotions so that he could decide the best one to act off of, but before he had the time more words were spilling out, "It's not about that Bobby."
"Then tell me what this is about, Dean!"
Dean suddenly felt a pressure building in his chest. It felt as if his secret was just begging to be let out, like if he didn't tell someone soon, he was going to explode.
Before Dean could make the decision of whether or not Bobby should be the person to tell, the door to the house was opening again. This time the footsteps coming outside were the soft footsteps of Castiel.
Bobby turned to face the angel, "Cas, I don't think now is the best time to-"
Before Bobby had time to finish his sentence, Dean was walking passed the two and back into the house, "Come on, Sam. We'd better head out."
