Cas woke up to Michael standing above him with a spray bottle. His face was cold and wet.
"Get up." Michael ordered.
"You're getting me up?" Cas scoffed.
"Yes. Now up." Michael snapped.
"Why you? Don't you have better things to do than care about my sleep schedule?" Cas groaned.
"Yes. I do. So get out of bed and get dressed. I left one of your suits still in the closet." Michael said.
"What? What the hell are you talking about?" Cas asked, sitting up and looking around the empty room. "Where did all my things go?"
"I packed them." Michael answered.
"Why? Are you kicking me out or something? If you are, you know where to drop them off."
"No. We're leaving." Michael replied.
"Leaving? What do you mean 'leaving'?" Cas pushed the blankets off and climbed out of the bed.
"We're leaving. That's what I mean. Our things are all packed and the limousine is waiting. The airplane leaves in just under four hours." Michael stated.
"Airplane? Leaving? What the fuck is going on?!" Cas exclaimed.
"How hard is it for you to understand, Castiel?" Michael scowled. "We are leaving. We are going."
"Where?" Cas demanded.
"Cardiff." Michael responded.
"Wales? We're going on a vacation in Wales? How long? It can't be long enough to pack all my things." Cas groaned.
"It's not a vacation, Castiel. We're moving there." Michael said.
"Moving there? Since when? Why the hell did no one tell me about this? Why am I finding out now?!" Castiel yelled. "I have a life here!"
"We all have a life here, Castiel. We're leaving because it is necessary. Do not question my choices." Michael growled.
"Well go ahead. Leave. I'm staying here." Cas stated.
"You are now? I don't think so. I am your legal guardian and you go where I go and you go where this family goes." Michael replied.
"I'll run away then!" Cas defended.
"You won't get far." Michael retorted. "I'd find you in mere hours."
"No! This isn't fair!" Tears were starting to form at the corners of Cas's eyes.
"Life isn't fair, Castiel." Michael stated.
"I'm not going!" Cas shouted. "I refuse to!"
"Listen to me. You will willingly come along, or you will be physically placed into that vehicle and anything else you refuse to do. And we both know that I'm not joking." Michael snarled.
"Well we also both know that I'm not going anywhere willingly." Cas smirked.
"I had a feeling you'd say that." Michael pushed open Cas's door and two burly men stepped in. "You sure you want to resist?"
"Positive." Cas smiled smugly.
Micael nodded at the men and they walked over to Cas and each grabbed onto one of his arms. The two of them lifted him up, Cas thrashing in their grasp, and walked him downstairs and out to the limo.
"Bela?" Cas sighed, leaning up towards the front.
"I know, Castiel. I'll make a pitstop at Dean's house." Bela said sympathetically.
"Thank you." Cas smiled faintly in the rearview mirror before wiping a tear off his cheek.
He turned to hear the conversation his brothers were having outside of the car.
"I told you he wouldn't take it well." Lucifer scowled.
"I don't care." Michael retorted.
"Just let me take Cas and Gabriel." Lucifer pleaded. "They have their lives set up here."
"And they've each made foolish decisions. This gives them a chance to reprimand themselves and fix their mistakes." Michael added.
"Sure they have, but they're still just in high school. Everyone fucks up, Michael!" Lucifer exclaimed. "Even you."
"You are correct, Lucifer, but their mistakes will cost them their future as businessmen." Michael responded.
"Maybe they don't want to be businessmen." Lucifer said.
"They must be. Who else will carry on this family's good name?" Michael asked.
"This family has no good name thanks to you. All this family has is billions of dollars." Lucifer growled.
"And I got this family their billions of dollars. So Castiel and Gabriel need to become proper businessmen so they can manage and grow our funds when they're older." Michael countered.
"And you want them to turn into you?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." Michael answered.
"Maybe they don't want to be like you though. Maybe Gabriel wants to travel the world and sleep with women in every country. Maybe Castiel wants to stay here and make a life with – are you fucking kidding me?!" Lucifer yelled. "Everything you're saying right now is total bullshit isn't it? You don't care about them being businessmen! You're only moving to get Cas away from Dean. This was your plan all along!"
"I was wondering when you'd finally realize it." Michael mused.
"You arrogant bastard!" Lucifer hit Michael across the face. "You're uprooting them from their home, their lives, their friends, the rest of their family just because of a boyfriend?!"
"I do what's necessary." Michael stated, pushing Lucifer off him. "Now go fetch Gabriel."
"Is it true?" Cas choked as Michael got in the car.
"Is what true?" Michael asked.
"You're doing all of this because you can't stand the thought of me being with Dean?" Cas replied.
"It doesn't matter why I'm doing it. The point is that we're moving no questions asked." Michael answered.
"Well fuck you. I'm asking questions and I want answers." Cas demanded.
"Getting answers won't change anything." Michael responded.
"I don't care. I know they won't, but that doesn't change the fact that I want them." Cas sighed.
"I don't think you do." Michael said.
"Well you're never home and you never loved me. You don't know a thing about me. You don't know that I really do want answers. You're tearing me away from everyone and everything I loved, Michael!" Cas cried. "I think I deserve some answers."
"You asked for them." Michael warned.
Before Cas could start giving Michael the third degree, the door slid open and Gabriel sat in the seat next to Cas. "You okay, baby brother?"
"What do you think?" Cas muttered. "Get woken up and told we're leaving the fucking country and that it's all because I finally found love, but found it in the wrong place."
"Damn..." Gabriel breathed. "What a douchecake."
"Tell me about it." Cas slumped down in the seat as the limo started pulling out of the driveway, two U-Haul trucks behind them.
"It'll be okay, Cassie." Gabriel soothed, patting Cas's thigh.
"No it won't. You can't convince me if you can't convince yourself, and obviously you can't do that either." Cas stated blatantly.
"You're right. It's all about to go to shit." Gabriel sighed.
"You should've just lied to me..." Cas mumbled.
Gabriel laughed bitterly. "I tried..."
"Bela, this is not the direction of the airport." Michael stated.
"I know." Bela replied flatly.
"Where are you going then?" Michael asked.
"I believe some goodbyes are in arrangement." Bela answered, turning down Dean's street.
"I didn't tell you to come here, Abby." Michael growled.
Bela flushed red with the use of her real name. "I'm not going to have a job after this anyways. So what the hell?"
Michael sighed discontentedly as she slowed down.
"Dean, look." Sam pointed out the window.
Dean looked up from pushing Wheaties around in his milk and saw a limo coming down the street.
"Hm? Think it's for us?" Dean chuckled.
"How many other people are dating billionaires on this street?" Sam snorted.
"I was just joking, but I guess you have a valid point, too." Dean smiled.
"I think it is for us." Sam mused, the limo stopping in front of their house.
"I'll go see who it is." Dean said, pushing up from the table, but accidentally bumping it causing the cereal to spill on him. "Shit!"
"Good one, Dean." Sam laughed.
Dean ran his milk-covered hand through Sam's hair earning a 'fuck you' in response. Dean strolled outside, shutting the door behind him. When he made it halfway across the yard, Cas was getting out of the limo and they met under the shade of the large oak tree.
"Hey, Cas. See you've arrived in style for once." Dean smirked.
"Yes." Cas nodded.
"I was actually planning on coming by later tonight. Today's-" Dean started.
"Our six month anniversary. I know." Cas replied, trying to act like nothing was wrong.
"If you want to call it that then sure." Dean shrugged.
"What else would you call it?" Cas asked with a false smile.
"Six months since the first time we met each other slash had sex." Dean answered.
Cas laughed, but obviously not enough to convince Dean completely.
"I was going to get you a gift later tonight, but until then you can have this spoon." Dean held up the spoon that he apparently still was holding.
Cas snatched the spoon from Dean's hand and looked at it. His eyes moved to the wet milk on Dean's clothing. "Was I...interrupting...something?"
"No. Why would you think that?" Dean answered.
Cas hesitantly looked back at Dean's shirt.
"Oh you sick fuck. That's milk. I spilt my cereal. I don't just carry spoons around randomly." Dean burst out laughing.
"Well, you can do a lot of things with a spoon." Cas shrugged.
"I'm dating a kinky pervert. Great." Dean retorted.
You won't be in a few minutes... Cas muttered in his mind.
"Something's wrong." Dean stated, wiping a tear away from Cas's cheek.
Cas nodded slowly, letting his cheerful facade fall away.
"You look terrible." Dean commented.
"Thanks." Cas grumbled.
"Did someone die?" Dean stepped closer to Cas and took his hand.
"Sadly, no." Cas replied.
"Sadly?" Dean scoffed. "What in the hell is so terrible that someone dying is a good thing."
"I'm leaving." Cas sighed.
"Leaving?" Dean repeated. "What do you mean?"
"Wales." Cas laughed angrily. "Fucking Wales!"
"What about whales? What do whales have to do with anything?" Dean asked.
"Not ocean whales, you idiot." Cas snapped. "Wales as in the country over in Europe."
"You're going there? How long? When? Why?" Dean demanded.
"How long? God knows." Cas's voice cracked and he swallowed as he struggled to keep his composure. "We're moving there."
"Well, at least you have time. It's not like you're moving today. We have plenty of time before them." Dean smiled pathetically, trying to comfort Cas.
"You're wrong. We're leaving today. We're on the way to the airport now."
"You didn't think to tell me this sooner?!" Dean exclaimed.
"I didn't know until an hour ago, Dean!" Cas cried. "Michael woke me up and said we were leaving. I didn't know what in the hell was going on!"
"Don't go, Cas." Dean pleaded. "Don't."
"I have to, Dean." Cas choked out. "There's no way out."
"Come live with me. I can get Dad custody of you and you can hang with Sam and I until you're 18. It'll only be a year." Dean tried.
"You don't think I've already thought of that, Dean? You don't think I haven't thought of every single way out of this already?" Cas scoffed.
"Just run then. Right now. Just run behind that alley and keep running and don't stop. I'll hold them off as long as I can. And you can run and run and when you're far away, you can call me and I'll find you." Dean struggled to find an escape.
Cas shook his head sympathetically. "They'd find me. They'd find you. They'd find us somehow. There's no getting around it."
"No." Dean protested, starting to cry. "No. Don't say that, Cas. There's always a way. No..."
"Not this time, Dean." Cas breathed. "Not this time."
"Long distance? New phone number? Email? Skype?" Dean begged.
"No doubt Michael will be blocking all contact with you and your family from all devices and phones." Cas stated. "You're the reason we're moving, Dean. I wouldn't leave you."
"Oh. There is no way around this then, is there?" Dean pulled Cas into a tight hug.
"No, Dean. There isn't." Cas wrapped his arms around Dean in response. The horn went off a few times behind them.
"We're going to be late, Castiel!" Michael groaned from an open window.
"Up yours, Michael!" Cas yelled.
Dean saw Michael's face contort with disgust as the window rolled up and couldn't help but feel a little proud of how far Cas had come. Dean turned his head and pressed his lips into Cas's cheek. Any second now, Cas would turn around and say it was just a joke, a sick, fucked up joke. Dean waited for that moment and it felt like an eternity, an eternity that never came.
Dean felt a hand slip into his, with a pair of keys now in his hands.
"They're to the mansion and all the cars, including this limo. I'll make sure Bela's still around so you'll have a chauffeur. I'll have everything arranged in the next week. A moving truck will come by by next Saturday at the latest. Michael would never sell that place, so it will still be paid for and there will still be staff, just there won't be as many employees. I hope that's okay." Cas said quietly.
Dean pocketed the keyring. "Can I get your room?"
"Make sure there's room for me if I come back." Cas smiled.
"If? When. You're coming back, Cas. Maybe not soon, but someday you will." Dean stated.
"One can only hope." Cas shook.
"I love you, Cas." Dean stated. "I love you so much and I always will."
"I love you, too, Dean." Dean felt wetness pooling in the crook of his neck.
"Castiel!" Michael called again, Bela honking the horn.
"I have to go, Dean." Cas retracted from Dean's grasp and stood on his toes so he could place a kiss to Dean's forehead.
"No. No, Cas, you can't." Dean pleaded.
"But I can, Dean." Cas replied. "And I am. This is me. Leaving."
Cas turned his back to Dean and took a few steps before pausing. "I love you."
He could hear Dean choke back sobs as he walked to the limo. He put his hand on the handle and slowly wrapped his fingers over it. He inhaled sharply and froze.
"Cas..." Dean whimpered. "Don't."
The next thing Cas knows, he's running back to Dean and they're in each others' arms, kissing each other and running their hands along their bodies.
"I don't want to go." Cas said. "Dean, I don't want to."
"I don't want you to go, either, Cas." Dean shook his head. "But I started this. I should finish this. Go, Cas. I don't want you to go, but I don't want you to get in any more trouble than you already are."
Cas took a step back, loosened his tie, and pulled it over his head. He rolled the tie up neatly and placed it in Dean's hand. Cas leaned in to Dean's ear and whispered, "Tie a yellow ribbon, Dean."
"Yellow ribbon? What yellow ribbon? Tie it where?" Dean asked.
Cas placed a longing kiss to Dean's lips before walking to the limo and slowly climbing in. Dean watched as the limo pulled away from his house and he saw Cas's silhouette melt into Gabriel's, his big brother trying to comfort him.
Everything in the world fell silent and still, time slowing down before Dean's eyes. He fell to the ground in front of him on his knees. He knelt down to the ground, holding the tie close to his chest. He could hear the thud of Sam running out to him and sitting next to him. Sam was talking to him and asking questions, but Dean couldn't hear him. All Dean could hear was silence – silence so loud that it was screaming in his ears and bursting them – a constant droning silence like the monitors in a hospital when someone dies, because that's what had just happened. A piece of him died.
Dean didn't know what was going on or what just occurred. He didn't know what to do or how to move, how to talk how to pick himself up off the ground. There was one thing Dean did know, though.
An earthquake just happened.
A/N: Well, there you go. A terrible depressing ending to this - Or is it? I'm either going to write an epilogue to this in the form of another chapter or a sequel where stuff happens. So, leave a review because if you've stuck with me this long, then you're pretty awesome (And awesome people leave reviews) and tell me what you thought and if you'd rather have an epilogue or sequel. :) I'll probably leave about three days before I decide stuff, so yeah.