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Castiel stared as his mouth motioned that similar to a fish, once the name had left his mouth nothing seemed to make sense. Dean Winchester. Dean Winchester. Dean fucking Winchester! A man he had not seen in years was now in his apartment basically being the definition of the stalker in progress. He had broken into his flat, and was playing with him. "Mouth open, mouth closed, mouth open, mouth closed. Really Cas I can think of better uses for that mouth." Castiel cringed internally at Dean's crudeness something, which had apparently not changed in the years of absence between them, but like clockwork Castiel felt the betrayal warmth colour his cheeks and neck. "What are you doing here?"

He watched as Dean quickly glanced out the curtain before turning his full attention back to Cas. The man had not changed, well physically he had grown and developed into a strong man yet his personality and sense of humour seemed the same as when they knew each other in their late teens. "Well…" Dean hunkered down in front of Castiel, his green eyes playfully teasing. "I heard you were in the area and thought I'd come say hello." He grinned toothily at Castiel's prone, wide-eyed opened mouth expression. "Not the warmest reception."

"You break into my apartment Dean and basically knock me out and then handcuff me. I can see exactly why the reception would not be the warmest." Castiel bit his tongue to avoid adding any further insult towards his newly labelled 'stalker'. Dean shrugged and straightened effortlessly turning away from Castiel. "Wow, who put that stick up your ass?" Dean received an icy scowl as he grinned in return. "I'm pretty sure the last time I checked it wasn't there."

With all the effort possible Castiel forced himself to stand up straight, even though his hands were still restrained behind his back. If he was going to look at Dean he'd rather not let Dean have the height advantage in a sense. "What are you doing here Dean?"

Before he could even consider his next question Dean whipped his hand out faster then he could blink, smacking him straight in his stomach. Castiel gasped, coughing out his shock. He fell back onto the sofa, tears forming in his eyes at the sudden bout of pain racing through his body radiating from his stomach. He watched with tear-blurred eyes as Dean moved swiftly towards the window. "Many reasons really," he reached around to where the gun was hidden snuggle at the base of his back. His fingers grazing the edge of his shirt before stopping and falling to his side. "But don't you worry your gorgeous head there's nothing to worry about."

As the pain slowly subsided Castiel already found himself doubting to even not believing a single word coming out of Dean's mouth. He watched as Dean's shoulders suddenly tensed as he duck down below the window his eyes telling Castiel to stay quiet and not to even move. "Yes Dean. There's absolutely nothing to worry about that is clear enough." His sarcasm left his mouth coldly and sat in the tension filled room. "You do realise that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. Right Cas?"

"I am aware. Very much aware of that Dean Winchester."

Several moments later Dean peaked out the window and sighed problematically. "Okay Cas, quiet time now." He sat down beside Cas lifting his hand to trace the tips of fingers over his pale delicate features, the gesture was something similar to how Dean would touch him when they were alone together. The closeness was so familiar to him even though he could not recall the last time he had allowed someone to be so close to him or even touch him willingly. Dean's fingers stroked until Castiel's face was cupped gentle in the palm of Dean's hand.

He closed his eyes as the sensations brought forward so many feelings he hadn't felt in years, unintentionally he moved closer just as a blast of sirens screamed outside. "Shit." Dean pulled his hand and all his warmth away leaving Castiel to reel at the sudden coldness. Dean rushed back towards the curtains peeking through the glow of red and blue colouring his face. "Look Cas.." shouts could be heard below and were soon followed by loud knocks at each door of his apartment building. "What the hell is going on Dean?" he sat stone still waiting for Dean to reply. "Or better question: what the hell have you done Dean?"

Castiel distinctly remember asking Dean that very same question years before, and he could also recall he never got an answer. "Dean!" the man in front of him jumped in shock at his raised voice soon to be followed by a loud knock. "Police! Mr. Novak open up!"

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Sorry about the shortness of the chapter