100 Ways to Say “I Love You” No. 47
“Did you get my letter?”
Requested by @blissfulcastiel | Human!AU, reuniting, fluff with a little tiny bit of angst
The last time Castiel had seen Dean was midnight the day he left.
Stolen kisses in Castiel’s unlit bedroom, frenzied hands not wanting to let go. Castiel could still feel Dean’s hands on his bare hips underneath one of Dean’s t-shirt he’d borrowed. It no longer fit but he kept it in a drawer for safe keeping anyway.
It had been seven years. He never expected to see Dean standing in front of him once again.
It was like looking at a ghost. Dean was very much the same but different too. He was older, of course, and had a small scruff on his face and lines across his brow. His eyes were still a beautiful green but they looked tired. There was a scar on his forehead that look particularly nasty.
They stood several meters apart, seemingly unable to move towards each other. Silence engulfed them.
Castiel’s heart was beating fast as he long to run to Dean. He’d spent the last seven years wishing Dean would come back and now he had. It was obvious his brain was having a hard time coping with it.
Finally, he moved towards Dean slowly. He wondered what Dean had been up to the past seven years, if he even cared for him any longer. He’s here, so maybe. Dean had come back and he’d come back to see Cas or perhaps he’d just come to announce he had someone else. Dean wouldn’t do that, he’s not like that. Then, people change.
Castiel’s stomach ached. His gut twisted in ways he never thought possible, the excitement he’d felt when he first saw Dean’s face now twisted into agony.
They were mere inches apart, neither of them said a word but Castiel wanted to.
“Did… did you get my letter?” Castiel asked, voice barely above a whisper. He’d slipped it into Dean backpack as he left.
Dean nodded. “I came back. Just like you asked.”
I love you, Dean Winchester. Please come back.
It was the bottom line of the letter, the rest of it waxing poetic about Dean and some select memories.
Dean’s hand moved towards his back pocket and he pulled out the sheet of paper. Castiel watched his hands as he unfolded the letter, delicate from the years. The coffee mug stain was still there albeit faded. The paper was dirty, especially at the creases and there were a few greasy thumbprints of the back.
“You kept it?”
“Couldn’t get rid of it.” Dean’s eyes softened and suddenly, Castiel was embraced in a warm hug. If he wasn’t so tense, he’d have melted into Dean the moment he touched him. “I’ve been waiting to come back for a very long time.” The words were muffled into Cas’ shoulder.
Castiel didn’t really understand what that meant. Why hadn’t Dean contacted him?
Dean pulled away and looked at Castiel “Dad died three years ago. Sam went to Stanford. I had a job over in Palo Alto for a bit but Sam was doing okay on his own, ya know – he’s got a fiancé now. I was thinking maybe I wasn’t staying around for Sam anymore and maybe I was staying around just because I was putting this off. Shouldn’t have though.”
“I’m sorry about your dad,” Cas replied quietly not sure how to respond to his last comment.
“Yeah, me too. Eighteen-wheeler hit us on the freeway.”
“You were in the car!?” Cas said with concern and then he remembered the scar on Dean’s forehead.
“Yeah, I’m not convinced dad even had a chance. He was conscious when we got to the hospital but it all went downhill from there. I woke up from surgery to Sam telling me dad was gone.” Dean’s eyes were a little misty so Cas pulled him in again.
“Seems we have a lot to catch up on. Coffee?”
Dean smiled. Castiel remembered that smile like the last time he had seen it was yesterday. “Yeah, that’d be great.”
“Black? No sugar, no creamer, no nothing that makes it taste good?” the words rolled off his tongue with ease and suddenly it felt as if Dean had never left. There was still a gap in his heart but he hoped Dean would stay long enough to fill it again.
Dean laughed loudly. “Don’t ever change, Cas.” Dean said, grin big and eyes crinkling in the corners.
I won’t as long as you’re with me.
“Hey, Cas?” Cas turned and paused on his way to the kitchen. “I still love you, if that’s okay.”
“I meant what I said in the letter, Dean. I never stopped loving you.”