Thank you, everyone, for your reviews. Sorry for leaving you in suspense mwhaha, but here it is, Chapter 5:,)
It had been a year since Dean had seen Castiel. A year of hoping that somehow, the Arch-angels would relent and allow Castiel to come back to him. A year of yearning for the man he loved, and missing Castiel more than he had ever missed anyone before. For the first few weeks, Dean had been a wreck, unable to communicate with Sam, or Bobby, or anyone for that matter. The only person Dean wanted to speak to was Castiel. Now, however, on the anniversary of a year without Cas, Dean didn't feel anything. He was numb. He hunted. He killed. He salted and burned. And he died inside every time he remembered his angel.
He was merely a shell of his old self, a robot Dean, one who went through life with no emotion, no feelings.
And now, on this night, he remembered the struggles of those first few weeks.
First came denial. Dean could not admit to himself or others that Castiel was really gone. Any second, Dean expected Castiel to appear wherever Dean was, that awkward smile on his beautiful face.
"Dean", Sam had said, pity clear in his voice. "You have to accept hes gone, and hes not going to come back."
Dean had shook his head. "No, Sam, he will come back, he always comes back."
Sam had just left him to his incessant hope.
Dean then began to blame himself. Wondering if it was his fault, if he had pushed Cas too far. He prayed to Cas every day, begging him to come back. Begging him to forgive him.
Dean had cried for days on end before the anger took over. He cursed Castiel, he cursed the Arch-angels and he cursed Sam. He hit things, he killed things and he ganked things. Dean couldnt accept that Cas was really gone.
Rebound was last on the list.
Once, he had been sitting in a bar, hooking up with guys with tousled black hair and piercing blue eyes. He didn't even realise he was choosing men who looked like Cas. When he removed Castiels lookalikes shirt, the man had a pair of large, swooping wings tattooed on his back. Dean had broken down. Cried. Screamed. Thrown things. Suffice to say, the man had left.
Dean was a wreck without Castiel. So he isolated himself from everyone and everything, shutting himself out from the world around him.
On the night of the anniversary, Dean had drunk himself into a stupor, hoping it would make the pain go away. Collapsing into bed that night, Castiels face had been the last thing on his mind.
Dean woke up to the pale, curved shoulder in which his face had been pressed. Tousled black hair peeked out from under the sheets. Dean sighed, hating himself for bringing yet another Castiel lookalike home with him. He really needed to stop doing that. Castiel was gone, and he wasn't coming back. Lying back down under the covers, Dean felt the mans arms tighten around him, bringing with it a spark of electricity Dean hadn't felt since...
Dean gasped. Rolling over, he violently shook the man awake. Bleary eyes blinked up at him, crusted with sleep, but there was no mistaking the bright blue eyes. The blue eyes that Dean had not seen for a year. The blue eyes that Dean fell in love with.
"Oh god" Dean whispered, unable to believe it. "Cas."
Yes! Finally! After a year without Castiel, he has finally come back to Dean. However, why is he here? What about the Arch-angels? Has Castiels feelings changed? Keep reading;)