A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long to upload onto Here are the last two chapters, and I hope that you appreciate them!

I awoke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain't it funny how the night moves
When you just don't seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in

Castiel whistled softly as he slung his messenger bag over his shoulder. He was supposed to go to room 302 and discuss some class changes with his academic advisor. He hadn't done so though, deciding to check out the campus. Castiel had just recently shown up and he still didn't know the area all that well. Maybe he could find a few new friends if he checked out the coffee shop right off the corner of campus, or if he went to the bowling alley down the street. He wasn't sure though. The young Novak felt the burning paper in his pocket, how it begged to be sent. Castiel couldn't send it though, because he didn't even have Dean's address. Dean had probably long since left the Roadhouse, and he didn't feel all that great about sending it to the bar and having the owners read it and not approve.

He stripped himself of his jacket, getting the feeling of the note out of his mind, and decided to break for lunch. Castiel was supposed to be meeting with Charlie today, because she promised him a surprise hang out once he was all settled into his dorm. Of course, he wasn't really all that settled in, but he had everything unpacked, so there was that. He walked towards the student union. She promised him that she would at least find the student union for him. So he walked into the open area, which was somehow already bustling with students, even though classes started just a few days ago. Castiel folded his jacket over the top of his messenger bag, and sighed a little.

After a few minutes he was being tackled from behind. "Cassie!" She exclaimed and Castiel smiled from ear to ear. He turned to see Charlie, with her hear chopped short.

"Oh Charlie your hair looks gorgeous!" He said and reached out to play with the little bit of curl that she had. Charlie smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

"I decided new girlfriend new me," she said and Castiel frowned.

"You and Gilda didn't work out?" He asked and she shook her head. "Oh I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Its fine. Dorothy and I get along amazingly," Charlie said with a wave. She grabbed Castiel's arms. "That's not why I'm here, I'm supposed to be asking about you! How's Californian life?" Castiel chuckled and looked around.

"I wouldn't exactly call this Californian life," he said, Charlie rolling her eyes.

"Oh whatever. Have you talked to Dean?" Castiel felt like he was about to throw up. He felt like he was about to just leave every piece of him.

"No," he said and shook his head quickly. "No I haven't heard from Dean since I left." Suddenly he could sense the letter in his pocket, the one that, if it was flammable, would have lit his jacket on fire by now.

"Well I'm sure he'll call you," Charlie said with a warm smile, but Castiel knew that wasn't going to happen. Castiel didn't get a phone number till he had already moved, and Dean didn't have a normal phone number to begin.

"Maybe he will."

When he actually got to the coffee shop it was later in the day, Castiel actually deciding that school was important for a change. He grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and pulled a few dollars out, waiting in line so that he could get a black coffee. Charlie had decided to head home earlier than planned, making Castiel choose to see his advisor to talk about his schedule change. He licked his lips in anticipation, looking at the growing line behind him, and smiling because he seemed to just miss the afternoon rush. Castiel looked ahead in the line, peaking over the shoulders of the few people in front of him, and all he saw was blue. It was the brightest blue he had ever seen, and suddenly he was reminded of something.

"Your eyes are so blue, did you know that?" Dean asked softly as he ran his finger across Castiel's cheek. He smiled softly as a blush rose to his face. "I'm serious, they're like the ocean, but also like the sky." Castiel rolled his eyes, moving his face to nuzzle it into the crook of Dean's neck. He was still panting slightly, his body worn from another dive into everything that was Dean. Since they had revealed their feelings for each other it seemed like they were always in a bed. Dean always hovering over top of Castiel, or Castiel slowly riding on top of Dean. It didn't matter anymore, any second that they could get away and to a room, they were there.

"You're so dorky," Castiel mumbled under his breath, which made Dean chuckle softly. He knew what was coming, it was only a few days away now. Castiel's room was bare, and most of his possessions had been packed away.

"You're the one who wears glasses," Dean replied, making Castiel let out a breathy laugh. He moved his face from Dean's neck, looking into those beautiful green eyes. The ones that were so enchanting that it deemed a nickname for Dean.

"I'm going to miss you," he said honestly, leaning forward to kiss Dean's eyelashes. The other's hand went to tangle in the mess of dark brown that was Castiel's hair.

"We made a deal though," Dean said, before Castiel was climbing back on top of him, shoving their lips together. Castiel didn't want to think about that. He wanted to feel Dean's skin against him. He wanted to feel Dean's lips on his skin, his breath mixing with Castiel's. Castiel wanted nothing more than to stay with Dean.

"Hey, are you on Earth mate?" Someone with a thick accent asked and Castiel blinked a few times, trying to feign the tears from his eyes.

"Yeah sorry," he mumbled and smiled a little. "I just get lost in thought sometimes." Castiel looked the man over, liking the appearance of him. Though he knew that it would be a while before Castiel was ready for someone other than Dean. It was going to be a very long time until he was ready for someone else.

"I could understand that," he said and smiled brightly at Castiel. "What can I get you?" Castiel looked at the menu, then his eyes flicked to the name tag across a black and white striped shirt.

"Well I'd like a plain black coffee if that's okay," he said and finished off with a, "Thanks Balthazar."

Castiel was sorting through his dirty clothes, deciding between darks and lights, putting his whites in a completely different pile. Then he came across a dark green plaid shirt, and he smiled softly. He brought the shirt to his nose, and sniffed it lightly, getting the rich aroma that was Dean Winchester. He'd stole it on one of their last days together. They were bustling about the break room, grabbing clothes left and right, and Castiel ended up with Dean's shirt.

"You're wearing my shirt Cas, I don't think that's exactly hiding what we were doing well," Dean said with a chuckle. Castiel rolled his eyes, moving to remove the plaid cloth from his body. Dean stopped him though and pulled him into an embrace. "You can keep it. Its getting too small for me anyway."

"Really?" Castiel asked and Dean nodded. "I thought this was one of your favorite shirts?"

"It is, but like I said, it's getting too small for me. I would have just given it to Sammy eventually," he said and Castiel looked down, buttoning it up over his Star Wars t-shirt. Dean's hand moved to cup Castiel's chin, moving it so that the blue eyed man had to look at the Winchester.

"What?" He asked softly, before there were lips being pressed against his own. Castiel's breath caught in his throat and he moved to wrap his arms around Dean's neck, pulling him close. "I love you." He whispered the words in between kisses, turning into breathy sighs.

Castiel rubbed at his eyes a little before folding the shirt up. There was no way he was going to wash that shirt, not when it smelt like the man that he left behind. He slipped it under his mattress, where it would no doubt lose its scent eventually. That was when he would clean it, but not right now. There was knock at his door and Castiel looked towards his alarm clock. That was odd, he wasn't expecting company till around six. It was only four thirty. So he stood up, swept his hands across his pants, and walked over to the door. The blue eyes of Castiel grew wide as he saw who it was. "Balthazar?" He said with a raised brow. The two had become acquainted over the past few times Castiel had gone to the coffee shop, and he wasn't expecting Balthazar to pick him up for their date till it was six.

"I know that it's early, but I just couldn't help myself. I'm so excited for this," he said and walked into the room. Castiel nodded and he closed the door behind the other man.

"It's fine I understand," he said, grabbing a basket full of clothes. "I was just sorting my laundry. Mind accompanying me to the laundry mat?" Castiel looked at Balthazar and the other smirked.

"I don't mind at all," he said and Castiel smirked, moving to grab his keys and his wallet.

"I'm ready for my date. I was just passing the time. So once I put a load in we can go to wherever you're taking me." Balthazar nodded and they headed out, Castiel's clothes in tow.

When they were seated in Balthazar's car and Castiel had given him directions to the laundry mat, Castiel had settled back into his seat. He sighed, blinking and looking out the window as the radio played slowly in the background. Balthazar didn't talk much as they drove, and Castiel was okay with that. He wasn't even sure how he was supposed to make conversation. Not when the only thing that was on his mind was someone he wasn't going to see again. When a clarinet noise slipped into Castiel's ears he frowned deeply. It, it was the song that Dean and he had listened to in the camper. It was the song that Castiel could never really get out of his head. A moment later and he felt tears pricking his eyes. He rubbed at his face, and that was when Balthazar spoke.

"Something wrong Cassie?" He asked and Castiel chuckled a little, wiping tears away.

"No, no I'm fine," he mumbled, looking over at the man who called him by what everyone but Dean called him. "I just…. This song is special to me." Castiel shook his head and looked out the window. "As silly as that sounds."

Balthazar shook his head. "It's not silly," he said, his hand reaching across the seat to tangle with Castiel. "It's cute, just like you are." Castiel felt his cheeks burn, and he squinted his eyes up at the sky.

"Looks like it's going to rain," he said and Balthazar shrugged his shoulders.

"If it does then it does, nothing special." Castiel frowned. The rain was very special, it was the thunder and the rain that reminded him of the camper. Of the droplets hitting that little metal beauty. The sounds of Dean's breathing next to his own. It was the most important thing to Castiel right now. He sighed and looked over to Balthazar.

"Do you happen to like Bob Seger?" He asked and Balthazar chuckled. Castiel raised a brow and tilted his head to the side.

"That old guy?" He asked and shook his head. "Not on my life." Castiel nodded and he looked back towards the window.

"I used to have a friend that would only play rock music, Seger being one of them," he said softly and Balthazar chuckled again, making Castiel wonder how something could be so funny.

"Well if you say used to you must not be a fan either," he said, making the air in the car that much more tense. Castiel enjoyed rock music, he felt that it was freeing in a sense.

Castiel yawned as he rubbed at his eyes. He was shivering lightly from the crisp morning air and he wanted nothing more than to curl back up in bed and fall back asleep. He couldn't though. Charlie said she was coming to visit, and said she would be arriving early Monday morning. Castiel hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, Balthazar having stayed over. They didn't get intimate or have sex, because whenever Castiel even got close to the other he just had flashes of Dean. He couldn't handle it right now, even though it was almost winter.

Suddenly, there was a nice Chevy Nova pulling up beside him, the window rolling down and red hair slipping out for some fresh air. Castiel felt the heat hit his skin and he smiled. "Why the hell aren't you wearing a jacket?" She asked and shivered a little, rubbing her arms. "It's freezing." Castiel chuckled and walked over to Charlie, smiling at her.

"I thought you were gonna be here a lot sooner than you were," he said and she rolled her eyes. "Come on, go park and then I'll be up in my apartment. I'm number three."

"Get in the car," she said before Castiel could finish his statement. "I got a jacket for you, so get in." Castiel raised a brow, but he climbed into the back seat of the car, slipping a sweatshirt over his chest. Charlie rolled the window back up and Gilda smiled at Castiel, adjusting the mirror a little.

"Where are we going Charles?" She asked and Charlie laughed.

"Just find a field or something. Let's watch the sun rise," she said and Gilda nodded, taking the car out of park and revving the engine. Castiel slipped his seat belt on, the car filling up with warm air and rock music. He smiled, he'd missed something as simple as the music that Dean listened to.

When they got to the field they exited the car, the morning dew getting Castiel's sneakers damp. He didn't care though, because after a little bit they were on the hood of the Nova. Gilda was messing around with clothes in the trunk, and Charlie was lying next to Castiel. The sun was just breaching the sky with warm pink and orange colors.

"So why haven't you talked to Dean?" Charlie asked, making Castiel sigh. "He's been asking about you."

"I bet," he said and looked over to see Charlie looking at him seriously. "It's not that simple."

"Yes it is," she said and nudged his shoulder. "Just give him a call." Castiel shook his head.

"I can't," he said and Charlie raised a brow.
"Why the hell not?" She asked. Castiel sat up a little, pulling his legs toward himself.

"Cause he's not here, and I can't just call him whenever I want to. It's not like he has an actual number that he'll always be around." Charlie looked down, but she nodded.

"I get that," she said and bumped shoulders with Castiel. "Write him a letter." Castiel thought gor a moment, that wouldn't actually be a bad thing. He could tell Dean about what he was doing, and how much he missed him.

"I might do that," he said and saw the sun rising. "God this is beautiful. I can't believe I never thought about doing this." Charlie smiled and nodded.

"It is, Gilda and I do it all the time," Charlie said as Gilda came around, sitting towards the front of the hood.

"I should've made Dean do it with me a few times," Castiel said and chuckled, laying back down onto the windshield. "Ain't it funny how the night moves?" He mumbled softly to himself, trying to calm himself from even saying Dean's name.