So sorry I haven't been diligent on my updating! Certain things have got in the way .
Besides that, here's to another chapter! Whoo! I think this is were I really have to start getting creative, so I'm definitely up for the challenge!
Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading! :)
Chapter Eight
Dean sat on his bed, the radio playing in the background. He thought about the events that had just occurred, over and over again, twiddling his thumbs.
When he got home, a very conflicted John and Mary Winchester were sitting at the kitchen table. He figured he was going to get a big speech when he came home, Of course, after a few hours of wandering the streets. Instead, he just got a few confused sentences.
It's not like he did anything bad. They couldn't ground him doing something so… normal. John was never homophobic, but he never wanted his son to be one, either.
Both of his parents loved him though, and would support him no matter what.
It wasn't his parents he was particularly worried about at that moment, though.
He heard the first few riffs of Too Fast For Love come on the radio. Castiel's favorite. He stormed across the room to shut the radio off.
His heart ached. He wished he'd never leaned into that kiss. If he'd only taken it a little slower. He felt as if a part of him was missing, and Castiel was that piece that was gone.
He could only hope for a miracle.
~.~.~.~
Seven Years Later
Dean tightened the nut on the carburetor of the 1999 Mazda Miata. He shut the hood, finishing up for the day.
"I'M CLOCKIN' OUT BOBBY!"
Dean yelled into the office inside, wiping the grease off of his hands with a dirty rag, tossing it aside.
"Alright, tell Ellen I said she's a pain in the ass for me, willya?"
Bobby yelled back, face buried in papers.
Dean turned, shut the three large garage doors, turned off the electric flashing sign out front that read,
Singer's Mechanic
and flipped the switch to the rest of the garage lights.
He threw his coat over his shoulders and reached for the door handle to his 67' Chevy Impala, passed down from his dad. He sat in the car, in turn putting the key in the ignition, giving it a tug. As he heard the sound of the engine rev, he thought back to that summer night in 1994, with Castiel.
After feeling his heart twinge in sadness, he shook his head, willing the thought to go away, and pulled out of his long-time workplace.
A ten minute drive seems like only ten seconds when there's a lot on your mind, and sure enough, before Dean knew it he was already parked at The Roadhouse.
Dean pushed the door's of the bar open to see Jo, flashing her engagement ring from behind the bar to a disappointed looking man on the other side of the counter.
"You must love all these rednecks hitting on you all day, huh?"
Dean asked Jo loudly, pulling a barstool up to the bar.
"Only when my fiancé's not around."
Jo smiled back, leaning in before planting a long, well deserved kiss on Dean's tired lips.
"So how was work today?"
She asked him, looking back at the glass she was polishing with a rag.
"Fine."
Dean answered bluntly.
Jo looked back up at him, concern in her eyes.
"It's good for you to get your mind off Sam going away to college for a while. I know how hard it is for you to just let him go like that, after you've been raising him for the past four years. Ever since your parents died, that kid has been your life. Hell, he was your life even before that. I know you want to act like the tough guy and not tell me about this stuff, but I know you, Dean."
Dean looked up at Jo. Even though he wanted to pretend everything was okay, he knew that it wasn't, and he was thankful that he had such an amazing woman to help him with that.
It has been 2 months since the proposal. It was that weird, "I've known them since high school but we never talked till now" kind of thing.
Even though she meant everything to him, he knew that there was something still missing in his heart.
He never talked to Castiel after that day at the diner. He didn't know who to talk to, to reach him, especially since he was always moving around.
At first it was extremely difficult getting over what had happened, but over time it got easier. He still thought about him from time to time, maybe more often then he should, but he missed him.
And he always wondered if Castiel missed him too.
He'd told Jo about Castiel. He told her that there would always be a place in his heart for him, and she understood.
He took another sip of his beer, hoping to drown his problems, which never worked, he learned.
He watched Jo, run around on the inside of the bar and wait on different men, goggling at her. Dean had gotten used to that kind of crap though.
Just as he chugged down the last of his beer and went to raise his hand to flag her down, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
He turned around to face the stranger, and when he did, he went cold. He felt the color drain from his face as he looked up at the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he'd ever seen in his life.
"…Cas?"
Dean stammered, quietly, barely able to get the words out.
Castiel looked down at him with a smirk, and mustered up the deepest voice he possibly could.
"Hello, Dean."
Intense.