Wings

Impala

     Dean slammed the door to the Impala harshly, walking away from the car and to the side of the road. Sam followed him out, peering over to his brother, concerned. The younger brother stayed back, leaning against Baby and analyzing Dean with careful eyes. His brother looked exhausted; his hair ruffled, his green eyes no longer holding their usual spark. Sam had noticed his odd disposition since they'd lost Cas. Sam scuffed the ground with his shoe, silently praying to someone. Anyone.

     Sam looked up just in time to see Dean crumple to the ground, his body racked with silent sobs broken with quiet gasps for air. Dean knelt in the gravel, hands clasped behind his head as he cried, lost in his thoughts as he prayed, but not to God. Sam looked away, brows furrowed in a tight expression. He couldn't bare to see Dean this way. He began to walk over to Dean when he heard a slight shift in the wind just behind him. Sam looked over his shoulder to see Castiel there, shirt torn and bloody, coat shredded and tie askew. Staggered, Sam stood there, mouth moving to make silent words as he looked at Cas, then to Dean and back again.

     "Dean..." Sam started, but Cas waved his hand to silence him. Sam nodded and walked back to the car, climbing into the backseat to give them some space, still stunned.

     Dean continued looking at the ground, all the time in his head only saying one word. Tears streamed silently down his face as he sat there, thinking of nothing but his angel.

     Cas looked at Dean from a distance, starting walking towards him slowly. Dean hearing the sound of the footsteps swings around yelling "Damn it, Sam, just leave me alo-" he stopped, seeing Cas. He looked at Cas as if he'd never seen anything so perfect, which he hadn't.

     "Cas..." Dean breathed, stumbling forward a step to the angel. He looked at Castiel, taking in every detail of his face; his strong jaw lined with stubble, his full lips slightly parted. Deans eyes traveled up and met Cas', who were full of emotion. Dean saw as a single tear dropped from Cas' eye. "Dean..." Cas replied, his voice rough with affection and emotion.

     Dean closed the distance between them, wrapping Cas in this arms, gripping him tight, just as Castiel once did to raise him from perdition. His body shook, and Cas grasped him back just as tight, not showing any sign of letting go. Dean buried his face in the crook of Cas' neck, and mumbled softly, over and over "I thought you were dead," each time his voice cracking a little more.

     Cas gently patted Dean's back, holding him tight against his body. "Shh, I'm here..." He whispered, "I'm here."

     The pair of them stood there in each others embrace for what seemed like only seconds. The only thing that broke them apart was the shrill honk of the Impala's horn. Cas and Dean sprang apart, Cas glaring at Sam. Dean overheard Cas whisper "Ass-butt" and broke into a fit of laughter as he walked over to the car, holding the passenger door open for the angel. He was still smiling when he climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine.

     Cas shot a smirk to Dean and reached his hand over to turn up the music. Dean met Cas' hand with his own and held it, resting their joined hands on his knee as AC/DC blared through the speakers. Cas looked up to Dean, shock displayed all over his face, but Dean was already driving, eyes on the road ahead, singing along with the radio.