#drunk miscommunication

Hopefully there were no winged dicks up there listening in to what he was praying about last night. The last thing he needed was one of them to know how he felt about Cas.

Dean shifted a little too fast and his head swam. He carefully laid back down and put his arm over his eyes. “Fuck.” He whispers quietly to Baby. “I’ve not been this hungover in a long time.”

After taking a few deep breaths to calm his stomach. He sits up slowly, grabbing the front seat to help pull him up. He reaches around for his phone finding it behind him. Glancing down at the screen he remembers that it was dead last night when he wanted to check and see if Cas had called him back.

Dean scoffed. Why would he? There would be no reason to call him back. Cas was obviously already occupied with someone else. Dean closed his eyes and winced against the pain that had nothing to do with the throbbing in his head. His stomach gave an angry roll at the idea of Cas with someone else.

“Right. Now where the fuck am?” After opening Baby’s back door and slowly sliding out with careful calculated movements Dean took a few steps away from Baby and relieved his insistent bladder on the side of the dead end. He knew it was early. He could drive back to the bunker and crawl back into bed for a few more hours. Plug his phone in and check it’s messages when he woke up.

He thought about his memory foam and somehow his whole body seemed to scream at him that the bed was the right choice. After finishing up Dean grabbed his phone, stuck it in his pocket and slid into the front seat to make his way back to the bunker.

Dean slipped back into the bunker as quietly as the big metal door would allow and made his way down to his room. He felt someone watching him. He turned to see his brother’s form, stoic and imposing, staring him down.

“You didn’t return last night.” So it wasn’t his brother after all. It was Ezekiel.

“None of your business. Now if you don’t mind I’m going back to bed for a few more hours. And give my brother back control.” Dean snapped and turned his back and continued to his room.  

As soon as Dean got to his room he stripped down with quick angry movements, his mood soured further after being confronted with the very reason that he wasn’t allowed to have Cas at home with him.

Too tired and angry to care Dean kicked his pants off, phone sliding under the bed by the wall where the headboard was. He kicked the pants in the general direction of where he kept his hamper for dirty laundry before falling into bed with just his boxers and t-shirt.

When Dean finally woke up, there was a glass of water, a bottle of aspirin and a note on his side table.

“Take the aspirin, drink all the water and get to the library. I think I found something.” -Sam

So that is exactly what Dean did. He found himself showered and out the door ad on the road less than two hours later. Sam had handed him one of his other phones so he hadn’t even thought about the other one.

Cas wakes up early to pains in his stomach. He knows that he will be getting paid the next day, he hopes that he can wait until lunch time to be able to take one item from the breakfast pastries that will hopefully be left over.

He checks his phone in the hope that Dean called him back. He can’t ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach when there is nothing on the screen. Instead he swipes his phone open and turns off the alarm. He figured that he may as well get up for the day. Since he is up earlier than normal he may have a chance to wash his hair in the bathroom sink and do a quick spongebath before he starts his shift.

After opening the store for the morning crowd, Cas finds that the morning flies by. It is time for his break and Nora let’s him pick two of the pastries today. He tries not to think about how it is because she was eyeing him as she stood next to him and heard his stomach growling.

Cas checks his phone as he sits at the small table in the back that is meant for employee brakes. It was already after noon. Surely Dean had already checked his messages by now. Which meant...it meant that Dean didn’t want to call him back.

Dean was done with Cas. He was sure of it. Cas’ finger hovered over the delete contact button as he held back tears. He backed out of the screen and set his phone back on the table. He couldn’t bring himself to delete the only thing he had left of Dean, other than his memories of their one shared night together.

Sitting up straighter Cas finished off his meager meal. He would begin saving up for a place of his own now that he knew for sure that he was on his own. He would have to force himself to forget...to move on.