You hear a soft knock on your front door, causing you to stand, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, annoyed. It was nearly midnight and you were tired, unable to understand who would be here at this time of night. You swing open the door ready to give whoever was standing there a chewing out, but who you see stops you in your tracks.
“Cas?” You ask, the words barely a whisper, “How did you get here?”
“I, uh, took a couple trains and a bus or two…..I just really needed to see you, Y/n.” He says, his blue eyes reflecting from the moon. And you rush to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his going around your waist and he rests his chin on you head, taking in your scent.
“I’m glad you came.” You say, through the folds in his shirt.