Cold. So cold. Why was it so cold? Dean opened his eyes and rolled onto his back. But, that didn't make sense. He shouldn't be able to do that. Cas was behind him. Oh. Cas. That's why it was so cold in the bed.

Dean cast his gaze around the bedroom. It was nine in the morning. He didn't hear anything in the kitchen. Or the living room. The mechanic rolled out of bed an walked around his apartmeny and garage. Every trace of Cas ever being there was gone. No trench coat. No food out. The only proof was the clean couch.

"No. No no no," Dean whispered to himself, running a hand through his hair. What if Cas had left him? He was all he had. He could feel himself beginning to spiral back into the black pit again. He paced for a while, stressing out. Then got sad. Immensely sad. Then, he felt nothing. He grabbed a beer and laid back on the couch, slowly taking pulls from it and letting his mind to blank.

He lost all train of thought. It all de-railed. He lost all track of time. He lost all feeling. He lost what he had had. He didn't know how he had gotten attached so quickly. That wasn't usually like him. He sighed and grabbed another beer, then another, and another, and another. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, he just knew that the sun went down, and he was drunk. Wasted.

The sun came up again, then started to go down. It was probably about seven at night when Cas came back, arms heavy with shopping bags. Dean sprung up, and ran to him as fast as he could, slamming his shin on the coffee table on his way there. Cas set down the grocery bags and Dean pulled him into a hug, pressing his face to the man's neck.

Dean felt Cas's warm arms around his torso, "I thought you left," he whispered brokenly. Cas smiled against his cheek, "No," he said, not giving any explanation to where he had been. Dean pulled back and their faces were inches from each other. He felt warm breath on his face and he leaned forward a little, starting to close the gap between them. God he wanted to kiss Cas. He'd been aching for that little press of lips ever since he had met the man.

Cas pulled away, smiling sadly. "Dean you're wasted, lets get you to bed yeah?" He said. Dean tried to protest but instead shut his mouth and let himself be herded to the bed, leaning on Cas. The drunken mechanic was layed down in  the bed and Cas pulled the blankets over him. Dean reached out for him as he tried to leave and the man turned back to him, "I'm gonna put the food I bought away and then I'll come back okay?" he said. Dean mumbled his consent then drifted off, eyelids closing against his command.

Cas put the food away then set out a glass of water and painkillers next to the bed before he crawled in and pressed against Dean, smiling. He didn't think that the man had been that fond of him but he was so. . . broken when he thought that he had left. Cas closed his eyes and fell asleep, using Dean's chest as a pillow.

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A/N: okay so we had to put my dog down today *sobs uncontrolably* so i kinda hid from my feelings while writing this. and sorry this is really short. working on the next chapter right now.