Dean boarded the plane saying goodbye to his family. He swore them he'd be back soon. At that timing Castiel wasn't there. He didn't get to say goodbye to him. Dean frowned and sat in section C.

He placed his bag atop in the pocket. He chose the seat closest to the window. He dreaded on not saying goodbye to him. Afghanistan here we come...

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6 months later....

Dean finally got out of the war. His flight just landed back in Kansas. He was excited to see everyone. They stood afar as he kept getting closer. Sam attacked him with hugs as so did Mary. She kissed his cheek, saying she missed him so much. John congratulated his son for doing such amazing work.

That is, until someone was screaming, "Daddy!" Dean turned his attention toward it and found a little girl running to him. Behind her was a chasing...Castiel. Cas, Dean happily thought.

The little girl ran up to Dean hugged him. He smiled down at her. Castiel, out of breath, stood beside them. "Nova, could you wait for Dada next time?" He asked her. Nova looked at Castiel.

"Sorry Dada, but Daddy's home!" Dean looked at Castiel.

"I've got some explaining to do I know but-" Dean grabbed Castiel by his waist and kissed him. He finally had his boyfriend back in his arms and even a little should he say daughter. She certainly had Dean's green eyes and Castiel's dark black hair. He had a family more than to come home to.

It felt like a thousand years of waiting but they were worth it. He missed Castiel. And he fought for his country and family. He was finally happy aside from the brutal images in the back of his mind. He hugged them tightly and decided it's time to go home.