"Cas," Dean says, the name out from his mouth before he ever even thought to say it, body reacting on its own to the sight of Cas walking away - again.
No. Not again. Never again.
Cas stops but doesn’t turn around, doesn’t even look over those slumped shoulders. He’s staring at the door. Maybe he wants to leave.
Or maybe he doesn’t.
"I have to look for Metatron," Cas says.
"I get that," Dean says. He swallows down the lump in his throat. "But come on, man. You don’t have to just leave. Stay, have dinner with me and…” He means to say Sam, but they aren’t exactly on positive speaking terms just yet. “Well, with me.”
"Yeah, sure," Dean says, hoping Cas can’t hear the pain in his voice. Cas turns, brow drawn together, but Dean speaks quickly before he can ask anything, "I don’t… Let’s not talk about that, okay?"
"Please, Cas, just…" Dean takes a breath. When did his hands start shaking? He stuffs them into the pockets of his jeans. "I won’t beg. You want to leave, you can go."
Please don’t leave, Dean wants to say. I don’t want to be alone, and I don’t want to watch you walk away anymore. I want you here. I want you safe.
If only he could say the words aloud, maybe Cas would stay, maybe Dean could have one peaceful night.
Ghostfacers are great and all but I would rather just have 40 minutes of Cas returning to the bunker with a bread maker and he and Dean baking for the entirety of the episode.
Destiel (OMG FOREVER)
I will write you anything your little heart desires
Watching: Psych, Hannibal, Olympics
Listening: Lana Del Rey, Deejay Trademark
Currently Writing: "Sequins and Spirals" and tons of smut
Not taking prompts right now sorry
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