Cas Comes Home
“Cas? Where the hell have you been?” Dean rushed to the angel standing in the doorway of his bedroom. “You were checking in every day then…nada.” He pulled Castiel into a rough embrace.
Cas returned the hug but his face was far from elation. “Dean…I…I went to heaven.” The warmth of the other body left him.
“You did what now?” Dean had him at an arm’s length, staring.
“Heaven. I was contacted by an angel to go and speak with Joshua. They want my help with the nephilim child. They have offered to absolve my sins and allow me to come back.”
Dean paced frantically by his bed. “Yeah, sure. Why not? Why not run off to the same dicks who hunted and tortured you? Everybody else seems to be doing it. All the cool kids are leaving Dean behind!”
Cas reached a tentative hand out to him. “Dean? What are you talking about? Who is leaving you?”
Dean sank down on his bed and buried his face in his hands. “Mom and Sam fell in with the Men of Letters. After everything they did to Sam! Wave some shiny toys in front of them…and now you.” It was too much. He let the hot tears stinging his eyes fall. “You can't…”
Cas pulled Dean up and held him tight. “I never said I was leaving, Dean. Just what they were offering.”
Sniffles. “Don’t leave me, Cas. I love you.” He dipped his head and pecked Cas’ lips briefly. “I love you,” he repeated as he rested his forehead to Cas’. His hands were tightly fisted in the lapels of the trenchcoat.
“I told them my home was with you, that you are my family. I’m not leaving you. I’ll never leave you.” Cas nuzzled his nose against Dean’s to seek another kiss, this one longer and less desperate. He waved his hand and shut the door. Home.