Dean pursed his lips and pulled his phone away from his ear. Three missed calls…where was Cas?
Usually, if he was not back home by this time – Dean tapped his screen. 10:47 pm – then he was at a hotel for the night. By now, Cas would have texted Dean to check in. To let him know that everything was all right. Maybe he was too tired to carry on an actual conversation. Maybe that’s why he sounded off on the phone earlier,
After a moment of staring at his phone, Dean opened it up and found the messages between himself and Cas. No reason he couldn’t text Cas first, right?
10:48 pm // Any more news about Dagon?
He stared at his screen until it went black. Sighing, Dean set his cell down on his nightstand and pulled off his flannel shirt, tossing it on the foot of his bed. He toed off his heavy boots and kicked them away before he tugged off his jeans. As he sat down, he glanced over at his phone.
Still no notification. Maybe Cas’ phone was dead?
Dean slipped under the covers and sat still for a second before reaching under and yanking off his socks. He threw them across the room and rested his arm behind his head. He stared at the ceiling for a long while, watching the shadows from the lamp creep over the popcorn ceiling.
His phone buzzed. Twice.
Dean jolted up and rubbed his eyes with one hand and grabbed his cell with the other. His shoulders sagged as he rested his phone on his knee. It was only Crowley. If he actually wanted to talk to Dean, he would call him – several times in succession until Dean picked up, judging by past experiences.
Dean unlocked his phone with a swipe of his thumb and his eyes fell to Cas’ contact picture. It was one that Dean took who know how many moths ago during a lull in a research session. In the picture, Cas was glaring over the top of Sam’s computer at Dean in response to his endless attempts to get his attention.
“Hey, Cas,” he said, clearing his throat. He glanced up at his closed bedroom door before continuing. “I…I know it’s been a while since I’ve prayed. But that’s because you’ve been here. And, well…you’re gone now.”
He frowned, tapping his phone on his knee. Yes, Dean talked to him today – just hours ago, even – but something was wrong. Sam did not seem to notice, but Dean did. “I don’t know what to do,” he said, though not necessarily to Cas.
“I need you here, man. You help me, you know? More than I’ll ever be able to say.” His eyes darted up to the ceiling and back down to the phone. “I’m over-reacting, huh?…You’re probably just tired.” Dean gave his phone a half-hearted smile, his eyes drooping in exhaustion. He really should try to sleep soon.
12:12 am, his phone read when he tapped the screen. He hesitated for only a second after unlocking it before he decided to call Cas again. Dean’s fingers tightened around his phone as he raised it to his ear. “Come on, buddy. Pick up.”
His plea was answered by the trilly dial-tone, which rang three times before there was a soft click on the other end. Dean’s breath hitched in anticipation as Cas said, This is my voicemail. Make you –
He hung up the phone and tossed it away. It bounced off the pillow next to him and onto the bed. Dean rubbed his hands over his face, sighing. “Where are you, Cas?”
warnings: NSFW contentttttttttt
an: I’m sorry the format of this is awful, I’m currently on a flight to Germany so can’t edit the layout on my phone!! Read mores etc will be added later 😊 All the love
Also, please don’t read if you don’t agree 👏🏻
It’s Friday evening, and you’re at Eric’s. It’s the first time in months your Mom has allowed you to stay over - ever since Eric pulled that van robbery stunt she’s been skeptical about the two of you spending time together. You’d only managed to convince her because Kathy had spoken to her on the phone.
Honoka: sidewalk chalk, an old etch-a-sketch you found in your grandparent’s basement, trying on sunglasses at the store, maple syrup, band t-shirts layered with flannels, putting off homework until the night it’s due, orange soda, cooing at puppies, the scratch of tree bark on your hands and legs, going through 6 pairs of flip flops in one summer
Kotori: licking cake batter off the spoon, pastel colors, seeing your breath at night in the winter, taking candid photos of people around you, infinity scarves, the snapchat dog filter, dyeing Easter eggs, limited edition flavors of chapstick, polka-dot patterns, confetti birthday cake mix
Umi: linen scented candles, couple’s yoga, historical fiction, spearmint gum, showering in the morning, real fireplaces, “For Dummies” books, kale shakes, recognizing different bird calls, scrambled eggs, spring cleaning, driving under the speed limit, black coffee, moonlight
Eli: jogging on the beach before the sun rises, two bullet journals: one for planning, one for being as cute and decorative as possible, calculus, staying well hydrated, still going to school even though you’re sick, printing essays at the library, white-out, going vegan for a month, post-it notes
Nozomi: penguins, flannels, ancient aliens conspiracy theories, brand name pens, pride flags/patterns on everything you own, people-watching, library dates, complaining about women’s jeans not having pockets,
“netflix and chill ;)” window shopping while holding hands, fanfiction, political marches and protests, “the sunset is only pretty colors because of air pollution,” studyblrs, boobsdontworkthatway.tumblr.com, the entire tv show Parks and Recreation
Nico: the color pink, email alerts for Victoria’s Secret sales, liking the smell of coffee but not the taste, making your parents put your drawing on the fridge even though you’re past that age, drawing your crush’s name with a heart around it, fuzzy socks, staying up too late, selfie bursts
Maki: gloves that you can still use your phone with, pumpkin spice lattes, a black-tie formal sweet sixteen party, professional manicures, colored leaves in the fall, wearing dresses to school, princess tiaras, sparkling grape juice, matching pajama sets, opening your mouth while applying mascara, strawberry cheesecake, taking astrology posts too seriously
Rin: completely cloudless skies, going to the pet store for fun, catching fireflies, coloring books, elaborate sand castles, bubble baths, “wait we had homework??” breaking apart oreos and eating the creme first, magical girl shows, drinking root beer and pretending it’s real beer
Hanayo: internet shopping sprees, hot chocolate, sleeping in pillow forts, talking about tattoos you’ll probably never get, Puffs Plus with Lotion, warm clothes right out of the dryer,
whole milk, house plants, nendoroid figures, forgetting about your tea and warming it up in the microwave, making ice cream sundaes