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?”
HEYYYYY so this is just a preview, but for Phichit’s birthday I ended up doing a full comic with fluffy PhichiYuu that turned out WAY more sparkly and shoujo than my usual style >.>;;; I’ll probably self-reblog it a few times tomorrow since it’s day-specific, sorry in advance for the multiple posts! >.<;;
I’d also like to make the initial post earlier than I usually post to get the people on the other side of the world while it’s still the 30th ^ ^;
So the question is, would you guys prefer I upload it at midnight EST (in 4 hours), or make the first post sometime tomorrow morning like 10 AM? Answer below if you have a preference! Thanks! <3
Dee: You can’t touch someone’s life and just be done with it. Charlie: Yes I can. That’s how I roll. Usually. But you’re the only one for me. Dee: I know you feel that now, but there are things you want. There’re things we both want. Charlie: So? Everyone wants stuff, we wake up every day with list of wishes a mile long and maybe we spend our lives trying to make those wishes come true, but just because we want them doesn’t mean we need them to be happy. Dee: What do you need to be happy? Charlie: You. Even if you can’t touch me. You know, because of the whole you’ll-die-thing-if-you-do. Dee: So a kiss is out of the question? Charlie: I just lost my train of thought.
That weekend, Will received a message that caught him off
guard. He had been so focused on his conversation with Nico throughout the week
that he’d forgotten about Joey. At least until his name lit up his phone
Movie tonight? I can
pick you up?
The message made Will feel guilty and uncertain. A week ago,
the idea of going on a date was exciting and even a relief. At the time there
was no possibility of one day getting back together with Nico. There was no
urge to spend every waking moment texting him and smiling over stupid messages
throughout the night until Cecil threw a pillow at him and told him to at least
silence the phone.
A week ago, he’d wanted nothing more than to tear Nico out
of his heart. He would’ve agreed to the date without mulling it over so much.
Now, though, he wasn’t so sure. Going on a date now would
feel wrong. In the back of his mind, he would feel guilty because of Nico.
Because Nico was trying so hard to be better. He was trying hard to be Will’s
friend again. And Will didn’t want to repay it by going on a date behind his
Instead of answering, he called Joey and hoped to find a way
out of the date without necessarily having to explain his entire situation.
Molly turned around and nearly tripped over her own feet as she rushed over to assist her outrageously handsome customer; she was more than a little confused when she found a small slip of paper waiting for her.
“Sir, this is a blank piece of paper.”
“Yes,” Sherlock smirked, exuding confidence as he leaned closer, “I’m going to need your name and phone number.”