Destiel #15 for the "send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic" :D
yo im gonna be so real i have not written deancas for A Long Time but they used to be my otp to end all so⦠iāll give it a shot my friend. this has no specific setting or universe bc what is even canon anymore???
send me a ship & number for a mini fic!destiel & things you said with too many miles between us
Dean clutches the phone to his ear, pacing back and forth. The ugly pattern on the walls, while once pretty entertaining, is now failing in distracting him from the fact that the phone is ringing, ringing, ringing, and no one will pick up.
āYouāve reached Castiel. Please l - ā
Dean screams in frustration and throws the phone at the floor. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, itās carpeted, and nothing breaks. So he can call again.
Should he? He has no idea where Cas even is. Dean woke up in the middle of the night a few days ago, and he was just gone. It happens sometimes, he goes in the middle of the night, but he always comes back by the next night. Now that heās slipped into going on three nights alone⦠Maybe he should just give up. Or pack everything up and go looking.
He has no idea what to do.
He runs his hands through his hair and stares at the phone, like itās the reason heās not getting through to Cas. Maybe it is. Maybe itās a bad connection, maybe Cas is in, like, Europe and it canāt reach him.
Maybe Cas just doesnāt want to pick up. He puts his head in his hands and sighs.
In his head, a voice says, Try again, Dean. All you can do is try again.
He picks up the phone from where it lays on the ground and hits redial. The numbers go off and he clutches the phone again. Ringing, ringing, ringingā¦
āYouāve reached Castiel.ā
The phone beeps and the message begins recording. But he doesnāt know what heās supposed to say. He clears his throat, so it doesnāt sound like heās ready to cry, but it fails miserably, apparently.Ā āHi, Cas.ā Jesus Christ, he sounds like heās been swallowing glass.
āUh, Iām - Iām sitting in our room. Itās been⦠three days since Iāve seen you? I donāt - I know itās not the first time youāve left without notice, but Jesus, Cas.ā He huffs.Ā āThis is a little much.ā
He pauses, imagine Cas would rebuke him for taking the Lordās name in vain. Then he chuckles, just a little, and shakes his head.Ā āListen, Iām really scared right now, okay? And I can hear you, in my head, telling me to calm down, but youāre not really hear so itās getting harder and harder to listen to you.ā
He looks out the window; the night is starry and dark. Another night with the bed cold and the room devoid of noise. God, he misses him. He misses his blue eyes and his black hair and his gravelly voice. Why did he have to leave? Where did he even go?
āJust, can you call me? Okay? Because I miss you so much, and Iām so scared, andā¦ā He swallows.Ā āI love you. Please. Just let me know youāre okay. Just two words -Ā āIām okay.ā Iām begging you.ā
With that, he pulls the phone away from his ear and ends the call. He just hopes Cas gets the message.