Come Home

Slowly, Dean lowered himself down on his bed. In his hands, Cas's coat was still wet. Cold and wet. He stared down at it, memories flashing before his eyes. Cas smiling over at him, confused as to why something was funny, but knew it was. His friend, brother, angel. All of the above. Gently he pulled it to his chest and wrapped his arms around it, ignoring the tears that slid down his face.

"Come home," Dean whispered, "Cause I've been waiting for you for so long."

The air didn't move in the empty room and Dean closed his eyes, his shoulders shaking slightly as he bit the inside of his cheek. The last thing he wanted was for Bobby or Sam, stupid Sam who was hallucinating, to hear him crying. To see him break.

"Everything I can't be is everything you should be, and that is why I need you here."

Dean…

Dean's head snapped up and he looked around, seeing nothing. Hearing nothing. No one was there. He was imaging Cas's voice. He closed his eyes again as his heart lurched at the thought of Cas's voice wrapping around him once more. There was so much he'd left unsaid to Cas and he felt horrible now. He should have told him how he felt. Why he was so angry when Cas ate all those damn souls.

The fight for you is all I've ever know…

"Cas?" Dean opened his eyes once more, knowing he'd heard it that time. He wasn't imagining it.

The world ain't half as bad as they paint it out to be. Fathers and sons, all the daughters stop to take it in. Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin. Or maybe I'm just dreaming out loud.

"How do I get you back, Cas?" Dean asked.

I don't know, Dean, but you cannot give up on everything. More than now, you are needed. I'll stay with you as long as I can, but I don't know if I can ever come home to you. Right now there is a war between the vanities, but all I see is you and me.

"I'll find away, Cas. I swear it."

For now, just fight.

"The fight for you is all I've ever know," Dean replied to the empty room, gripping the jacket tighter. "I think…you're the better half of me and you're in the wrong place trying to make it right."

Silence met his words and he sighed, "So come home."