'Cas?' Dean began to run from his car.
'Cas where the hell are you!?' He sprinted up the road towards the forest surrounding it. He had no idea where he would look first; he just needed to find his angel. Then, he saw it. A small Suzuki on the side of the road. It had to be Cas's. Dean began to run even faster. He jumped over the slope to the floor of the forest and extended his arms to find his way through the trees.
'Cas?' He sounded desperate. He was anxious. 'Cas...'
Castiel lay against the tree with his leg extended to ease the pain. Suddenly, he heard rustling, then a familiar voice calling his name.
'Dean?'
Dean heard Cas say his name.
'I'm here Cas! I'm here!'
Dean followed the sound and searched the area for a person. Sitting against a pine tree was the stranger. The 'fool in the rain.' He smiled, and rather than running, he walked over to the tree and crouched to the ground. Cas began to cry as soon as Dean came to him. He put his arms around him and held Dean close to him.
'I'm so scared.' Cas whimpered.
'Don't be scared Cas.' Dean kissed him on the forehead. 'I'm here now. I'm here now.' Dean kissed him on the forehead again, then lifted Cas's chin up and kissed him passionately on the lips. Cas's hands extended wider and Dean felt his chest being pulled up to him.
'Are you hurt?' Dean asked after pulling away. Cas looked into his eyes again.
'My ankle.'
Dean then put one arm around Cas's back, and the other under his knees and lifted him up.
'I'm taking you home.'
Castiel couldn't remember many things after that. His head hurt, and Dean's kiss seemed like a dream. He could recall being laid on the back seat of his car, and being carried into Bobby's house, but he wasn't given the full story of how he travelled back to Bobby's until later that day. He awoke at around 1:00 in the afternoon and after being in a sleepy trance for a few minutes, trying to remember the night before, he realised that there was another body next to him. Cas turned slowly, trying not to wake whoever the person was, then he saw that it was Dean. His eyes were closed and his hair was ruffled, just as Cas had imagined after the night they had spent together in the motel. His eyes were fixated on the human's face. He counted the freckles, he counted the eyelashes, he watched his chest move as he breathed. At around 2, the body moved and two large green eyes were revealed to Cas.
'Hello.' The man said.
'Hello Dean.'
Dean moved his hand to Cas's face and stroked his cheek with his thumb, then he leaned forward and kissed him.
'I'm sorry.'
Cas smiled.
'I'm sorry too.' They shuffled towards each other.
'I need to explain everything to you.' Dean began. 'Everything. Okay?'
Cas nodded.
'My Dad is John Winchester.'
Cas frowned and opened his mouth slightly.
'John Winchester who...'
'Who killed people.'
Cas nodded.
'He... he killed people. He...' Dean began to tear up. 'He did some bad things. He killed our mother. He,' Dean swallowed. 'he made me feel ashamed to be his son. And he went to prison, and Bobby took us in. But this year he killed himself... and we had him cremated and we had to have the ashes taken to Lawrence so we, Sam and I, could at least-' Dean huffed. 'I'm sorry,'
'No, Dean. It's okay.'
'Anyway uh- it's not good being a Winchester. Sam and I don't like it. We... we don't like it at all. That's why we prefer the names we gave you. Just to make us feel safe. Is that okay?'
'Dean-' Cas kissed him on the forehead and put his arms around him. Dean buried his head into Cas's chest and began to sob. 'Shhh. It's okay. I've got you.'
Dean let Cas hold him after he finished crying. Cas didn't mind; he knew that Dean needed someone. If anyone was going to watch over Dean at that moment, it was going to be Cas.
'I guess I should tell you my own story.'
Dean looked up at Cas and smiled, which lifted Cas's spirit again.
'Okay.' Dean then lay his head down on Cas's chest again.
'I work in a post office, driving to houses and giving them their packages. Sam came to me saying he would pay me double the amount if I took the brief case to you. He said, "my brother would like it if you went there in a car." So, I did.'
'Thank you.'
'It's okay. I understand that you wanted a person to drive it there so they could watch over it.'
'No,' Dean looked up at Cas, 'I mean, yes, thank you for going the distance Cas. But, thank you for meeting me. If you hadn't have done this, then I would never have met you. And I'm happy that I did.'
Cas smiled.
'I'm happy that I met you too.'
They lay in bed talking for the next three hours, until finally they went downstairs and had a slice of pie to eat. Cas just couldn't hold in his feelings. He was glowing with happiness. Being with Dean brought out the side of him he thought had died, and he couldn't wait to show that side every day. For Dean, that was the epitome of comfort. Sitting on the couch with the man of his dreams, eating his favourite food and talking about the most absurd things. For him, that was heaven. Cas put his plate on the coffee table, moved his legs up onto Dean's lap, and leaned back.
'What are you doing after this?' Dean asked.
'I'm going to stay with you for as long as possible. Then maybe, you could come to Illinois with me.'
'Well, I was going to ask if you wanted a shower with me. But,' Dean grinned. 'I'd love to do that too. I would, Cas.'
Cas smiled and rubbed his feet on Dean's thighs. Then Dean leaned over to Cas's ear to whisper.
'Let's have the shower first though.'