When They Think of Me (They Think of You)

By: TheFifthCharmedOne

Disclaimer: I own nothing, Supernatural is just a show that made me catch feelings.

Summary: 1,460 days later and Cas still has feelings for Dean. He's tried to date other people, many others, but none of them have ever made him feel the way Dean did. When his sister convinces him to move back to Lawrence, he never expects to see Dean again. He is sorely mistaken. Contains UST (lots of it) and man-pain. Also, Sabriel, and Charlie/Anna.

Later that night, after quite a few drinks at the Roadhouse, Sam and Gabriel were pleasantly tipsy and stumbling their way up the stairs to Sam and Jess's apartment.

"Why didn't you move out when you and Jess broke up?" Gabriel asked. Sam shrugged.

"We're still good friends, I didn't see a reason too. Besides, splitting rent is much easier on a college student's salary."

"Fair enough," Gabe said; he pushed a piece of hair out of Sam's eyes. For a few minutes, they just stared at each other, desire palpable between them.

Out of nowhere, Sam pushed Gabriel against the nearby wall and pinned his wrists above his head.

"I want you," Sam growled.

Gabe's smile turned feral, and he licked his lips.

"That's all you had to say, Samalam."

They kissed and groped their way up the stairs, shedding their clothes as they went.

Sam's bed was soft, memory foam in fact, so when Sam pushed Gabriel against it, Gabe was able to really get comfortable.

Needless to say, when he was facedown and Sam was screwing him into next week, he was really thankful for the cushion.

The next night, when Dean came home from his shift at Singer Auto, a large envelope was sitting on the kitchen table, and Cas was smiling widely at him.

"Hey, babe." Dean greeted him, and Cas's face turned bright red at the compliment. "I love seeing you blush."

"Open the envelope," Cas said.

Dean's eyebrows furrowed, and he picked it up – which was when he noticed the familiar emblem.

University of Kansas

Office of Admissions

Dean Winchester

202 W. Main Street

Apartment 3A

Lawrence, Kansas 66049

June 12, 2017

Dear Mr. Winchester,

Congratulations! On behalf of the faculty and staff at the University of Kansas, it is with great pleasure that I inform you of your admission to KU as a member of the Class of 2021! You were accepted based on your previous academic accomplishments with the university as well as a very encouraging letter of recommendation from Mr. Robert Singer.

This is a particularly exciting time to be a member of the KU community, and we are also aware that you also applied for our Centennial Scholarship. The Office of Financial Aid should be contacting you soon.

I hope that this readmission to our institution will instill in you the values of our school, intellectual diversity, integrity, and disciplined inquiry.

Congratulations, again!

Lisa Pinamonti Kress

Director of Admissions

Dean looked up and found Cas's smile had become a proud grin.

"I got in?" Dean whispered, barely daring to believe it.

"It appears that way," Cas replied. "Congratulations, Dean."

"Holy shit." Dean placed the letter on the table and ran a hand through his hair. "I've gotta call Sammy! And my mom!"

Dean pulled out his phone and dialed his brother's number, his fingers shaking slightly in his excitement.

"Hello?" Sam slurred, and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Wake the hell up, your lazy bitch."

"Shut up, jerk," Sam grumbled. Gabriel's disgruntled voice mumbled something, but Dean couldn't be bothered to care what he'd said. "What's up?"

"I got into KU!" Dean felt like a child again, barely able to contain himself.

"Dude, really? That's awesome! Congrats!" Sam cried, and Dean couldn't stop grinning if he tried.

Naturally, once Mary found out, she invited her sons, their boyfriends, and everyone from the Roadhouse over for dinner and pie.

"I'm so proud of you, Dean," Mary told her son in private later, kissing his forehead and holding his face in her hands. "So you and Castiel…"

"We're back together, Mom," Dean said. "Seems like things are finally working out the way they're supposed too. This is honestly the happiest I've felt since Dad died."

Mary pulled her son into a hug. Her eyes fell on John's memorial, and her smile faltered just a little bit.

"Castiel James Novak, Summa Cum Laude, Masters in Counseling Psychology." The university chancellor said, reading off of the index card Cas had given her.

"Go Cas!" Dean cheered, and even though he was being loud and obnoxious, he was just so damn happy. Naturally, Gabriel and Anna joined in, while Sam pretended not to know them.

Cas smiled and posed for pictures, his face turning slightly pink at the raucousness of his family and boyfriend.

His heart still tripped over itself when he thought about it – despite everything, they had found their way back to each other. He had written in his dissertation, but a bitter part of him hadn't believed it until now – soulmates were real.

Speaking of his dissertation, he passed that with flying colors; not that anyone had a doubt.

Two months later, Dean was enrolled in summer classes and had been awarded the Centennial Scholarship, which eliminated the need for student loans (or loans of any other variety).

He continued working at Singer Auto part-time, and Cas spent most nights with him in his apartment.

Jo left for school in August, beginning her freshman year at the State University of New York, Albany.

Needless to say, Ellen constantly missed and worried for her daughter, but something Dean had said all those nights ago had made an impact. Jess and Jo regularly video-chatted.

For the first time in recent memory, Harvelle's Roadhouse sported a closed sign on its front door.

CLOSED FOR PRIVATE PARTY

Inside, Ellen and Bobby were working the bar, Jess and Charlie were with their significant others, and the stars of the show were Dean, Castiel, Sam, and Gabriel.

Dean and Cas sat facing each other; their knees touching as Dean ran circles over Cas's knuckles. Sam and Gabriel had moved their barstools so close that their thighs touched, not that either of them minded.

Gabe had convinced Sam to get the fruitiest cocktail on the menu, which Dean teased him about relentlessly.

Ellen's phone began to ring in her pocket, and she took it out to see Jo was trying to FaceTime.

"Everybody be quiet, Jo's calling!" Ellen shouted, and the group instantly shut up. Ellen slid the phone to the right to answer.

"Hey sweetie!" Ellen greeted, and Jo's slightly pixelated face grinned back at her.

"Hey mom, it's kind of late here but I just wanted to say hi and tell the boys that I'm proud of them for finally getting their act together."

"Shaddup Jo!" Dean complained, and Ellen turned the phone to face him, and Jo stuck her tongue out at him.

"Do you want me to get the hot sauce?" Gabriel asked, and everyone laughed.

"I'd like to see him fly across the country just to put hot sauce on my tongue," Jo said gesturing to Dean.

Dean fell silent, embarrassed, and Cas tipped his chin up.

"We can take a road trip." He said, and Dean kissed Cas in response.

"Gag!" Jo cried, though the smile on her face showed her true feelings. "Well, my phone's about to die, so I'll talk to you all later! Congrats!"

"Bye baby!" Ellen said and ended the call.

"Who's up for another round?" Bobby called out, and everyone raised their glasses; Dean's with his usual Coke and Red Bull, while everyone else went with alcohol.

The next morning, Dean awoke in the Novak duplex. He blinked rapidly and looked around. A quiet grunt alerted him to Cas's presence, he just wasn't in bed anymore.

Wearing only loose fitting sweatpants, Cas had his hands wrapped around a pull-up bar. Headphones played some low music in his ears, and it was undoubtedly connected to the iPod in his pocket. His knees were slightly bent as he pulled his chin up over the bar over and over again. Sweat gleamed on his chest, and Dean felt hypnotized by his boyfriend's repetitive motions.

"You do that every morning?" Dean asked, his voice gravelly.

Cas paused in his exercise and held on with one hand to pull a headphone out.

"Good morning, Dean," Cas said, and Dean swallowed hard, his half hard cock now at full mast. "To answer your question; yes. This and yoga have kept me in shape despite Gabriel's insistence on buying the most sugar filled food products possible."

Knowing that Cas did yoga, that he was flexible and bendy and…fuck. His erection wasn't going away anytime soon with those images in his head.

"You know what I like to do each morning?" Dean asked, his voice low and alluring, something Cas noticed instantly. He dropped down from the pull-up bar and padded over to Dean.

"What?" Cas asked, his voice just as quiet now. Dean took Cas's wrist and brought the base of his palm against his erection, and Cas inhaled sharply.

"I jerk off to the thought of you," Dean said, leaning up to whisper in Cas's ear. "It really helps the day go well."

Cas licked his lips, sweat mixing with spit as his eyes locked on Dean's arousal.

"I need to shower," Cas said, clearly struggling to maintain composure.

"Me too. Let's go together, conserve water." Dean grinned, and took Cas into the ensuite bathroom, to not only clean up their bodies but clean out their appendages.

Across town, Ellen was wiping down the bar at the Roadhouse, listening to her guilty pleasure: country music.

"Think of You" by Chris Young began to play, and Ellen paused, listening to the lyrics.

Smiling to herself, she began to hum along.

Oh, when they think of me, they think of you.

A/N: And…it's done. This is kind of bittersweet for me because this story represented my return to my roots with fanfiction, and now that it's over, it just…I don't know. It shows that if I put my mind to something, I really can do it.

Thanks to everyone who supported me by leaving kudos, comments, or hell just reading and clicking away. It really makes me proud to think that despite my worries, I followed through and got it done.

So. I bet you're wondering if there's a possibility of a sequel. You would be correct.

I am currently working on the outline for a sequel to this story, titled Love Is Like A Torch (That's Burning Bright); all your favorites will be back in a feelsy/fluffy/angsty/crazy extravaganza!

To be released: Probably sometime in June or July. I have another big project in the works as well, so be on the look out for that!

Anyway, thanks again for reading/commenting/leaving kudos! Much appreciated!

Lots of love,

-Charmy

P.S. The name of the director of admissions for University of Kansas wasn't made up – I looked on their website and used it. It's kind of ridiculous how much research I put into these stories. But whatever. Hope you enjoyed!