The second chapter! I hope you like it ;p and please review, i'd really appreciate it.
"Please Cas," Dean begged, "just come back. We need you…I need you…you are my best friend!"
he sat down on the hood of his Impala, still staring at the skies as he slowly shook his head.
He didn't even know if Cas was up there. If he was anywhere. Dean took one last sip of his beer before slamming it angrily to the ground.
He watched the glass, now lying in shards – which reminded him of something else – shine in the harsh sunlight. The liquid trickled slowly between the bricks that Bobby had not yet thrown away. "They might still be useful", he had said.
"This isn't healthy, Bobby." Sam claimed while watching Dean from inside Bobby's house. "He's been there for hours!" he shouted.
"There's nothing we can do, boy." Bobby said calmly.
"About what," Sam snapped, "About Cas, huh? Or about Dean?"
Sam couldn't just watch his brother slowly destroying himself. Bobby ignored Sam, and continued reading some book, which was so old, the cover was basically faded.
They both looked up when Dean walked in. "What?" he asked, a little irritated by their looks.
"Nothing…" Sam murmured.
Then louder: "It's just… you're always sitting on your own, you barely eat…" Sam stopped for a moment, trying not to make his brother any angrier, if that was even possible.
He wanted to finish his sentence, but Dean interrupted him: "What do you want, Sam?" He sighed, "You want me to see a psychiatrist? Take antidepressants or something?"
"Dean…"
"I don't want to hear it Sam! Just shut up!"
"I'm fine, okay." Dean sighed after a brief silence. "I'm fine." He repeated as he marched out the room. I'm fine.
The night was long. Dean couldn't sleep, as usual. He got out of bed and put on some clothes. He tried not to wake Sam as he walked as silently as possible out the door.
He slid into the driver's seat of his Impala, and drove off to somewhere, anywhere. As long as he wasn't thinking about Cas, it was all fine for him.
Dean sat on an old wooden bench, nearby a small lake. His car was parked on the side of the road, which was still visible from where he was.
He thought that if he sat there long enough, staring at the water, maybe everything would disappear. Dean wouldn't care. It's all meaningless without Cas, he thought.
I know it's no fair towards Sam and I know I'm giving him a hard time, but I miss Cas. I miss him so much.
He tossed a small stone in the lake and watched it sink 'till it was out of sight. Just like Cas, he thought.
Dean never seemed to show what he felt, nor talk about it to anyone. He believed it made him weak. So he puts up a wall.
Only his brother could break through that wall. He thought that if it breaks, he'd break. That's why Dean had been avoiding Sam.
They hadn't talked much lately. But Dean believed that Sam always knew exactly what he was up to. And of course he knew, Sam was his brother for God's sake!
So, Dean sat there. He thought about that day he took Castiel to a bar in Louisiana. Cas didn't even know what a Purple Nurple was until he drank 8 of them.
Dean smiled for a moment, staring at his feet. He snapped out of his dream when he heard something. His phone. He got back into his car and looked at the screen of his mobile, it was Sam calling. Dean didn't answer it, he just drove back to Bobby's, with All Out Of Love playing softly.
It was still dark as Dean arrived at Bobby's. He was tired and just wanted to rest for those last couple of hours.
To his relief, Sam was sleeping, as was Bobby. He sighed and crawled into his bed, falling asleep immediately.