I promised ANDYMILLER172 / AGirlWhoNeedsALife that I was going to write a Destiel fic based off of two songs: I Don't Love You by My Chemical Romance and Miss Missing You by Fall Out Boy. Two of the best bands on the face of the planet! Except MCR isn't a band anymore... *Mcries*

*~~ Dean ~~*

"What do you mean?" Lisa asked.
I sighed. "Lisa, I love you, but not in the way you want me to. I fell in love with someone."

The two of us were standing in what was our living room. Soon to be just hers once more.

I couldn't take it any longer. I'd thought staying away was best. I'd thought hiding myself was best. I'd thought not showing emotion was best. I'd thought being a soldier was best, but it wasn't. None of it was and here I stood, telling my girlfriend that I didn't love her.

She thought over this was for a minute. "Ok," she finally said. "As much as I'd want you to stay, I know you won't and I want to see you happy."

I pulled her into a hug. This is why I'd tried to make things work in the first place. She'd always been so selfless and caring.

"Thank you," I muttered.

She pulled back, giving me a smile. "Go get her," she told me, stepping out of my embrace.

I didn't bother to correct her. I said my goodbyes and stumbled out to the Impala. I shoved the keys in and started the engine.

I'd realized that I didn't love Lisa. I loved Cas. And I was going to win him back, no matter what it took.

*~~ Cas ~~*

It still hurt. Even now, a year later, it hurt me that Dean had chose Lisa. I'd never told him how I felt. But I think he suspected and left anyway.

I'd moved to a town in Louisiana shortly after Dean left. Sam told me he'd have enjoyed coming with, but he had cases to do. He also had Gabe. Which was one of the reasons I couldn't stay.

I loved both of them, and I was happy they'd found each other, but it reminded me of what I wouldn't have.

I stepped into my house, my Lincoln parked in the driveway. It was small but it was mine, just one story with two bedrooms and a single bathroom.

I'd gotten a job with the local newspaper as a photographer, something I discovered I was quite good at.

The latest one I was sent on was down at the beach. I just got back from it. And you wanna know what it was

It was a rich family's wedding. Two grooms.

And it depressed me.

Sighing, I dragged my duffle to my room and dropped it. There wasn't anything to do now.

I was alone.

I missed Dean.

*~~ Dean ~~*

"Sam, where's Cas?" I asked over the phone as I drove down the road.

My brother snorted. "Why would you care?"

"Because I got my head out my ass," I snarled into the mic. "I broke up with Lisa. I keep seeing Cas everywhere, man. I keep dreaming of him. I keep thinking I hear him when I don't." I sighed. "I fell in love with that angel without even knowing it. I need him."

I could hear Sam mulling it over. "Dean, he isn't an angel anymore," he said after a minute, as if that was all he'd gotten from my spiel.

"He'll always be an angel to me," I said matter-of-factly.

I could practically hear his grin. "Don't screw this up again. I need my OTP back together. I'll text you his address."

We said our thanks and goodbyes and I checked my messages for the address. Cas had moved into a house in Louisiana.

Louisiana, prepare yourself for the arrival of Dean Winchester.

*~~ Cas (A few days later) ~~*

There was a knocking on my door, startling me from my place watching Firefly on the couch. Who would be visiting me at this hour? Well, in general?

I got to feet and went to the door, opening it. Once I saw who it was, I frowned and slammed the door before he could get a word in.

"Go away, Dean," I ground out, leaning my head against the door. Please don't make me relive you leaving me.

"No, Castiel. I came here on a mission and I intend to follow through," he called determinedly from the other side.

I slowly put my hand on the doornob. "Why are you here?" I croaked, closing my eyes.

"Everywhere I look, I see you. I hear your voice even when you're nowhere near. Every time I looked at Lisa, I felt nothing. When I thought about you, I couldn't stop smiling." There was a small pound on the door, probably from Dean's head.

"Look," he continued desperately, voice small. "I miss you, Cas. I miss seeing your constantly messy hair. I miss the way the glowing blue orbs you call eyes shined when you learn something or you've helped out. I miss hearing your voice change with your emotions and I miss the way you laugh. I miss having you there to lean on and back me up. I miss when you're so oblivious and I miss when I get to explain it."

I let the tears escape onto the floor, but my cries were silent and I bit my lip to keep it that way.

"I miss when you try to cook. I miss your attempts at sarcasm. I miss your love of burgers. Hell, I miss your trenchcoat that I couldn't bear to part with when you died. Cas, I miss you because I love you."

Shaking my head, I opened the door to see a miserable looking Dean. He sniffled and gave me a weak smile, but seemed to sense what I was feeling and kept still.

"Then why'd you leave?" I whispered, hurting yet again. "What made Lisa so great? Why'd any of this happen if you loved me in the first place?"

My brain was yelling at me to slam the door again and run to my bedroom and hide. I didn't want to go through this again. I didn't want to have to face the pain, or the longing and the sadness that always clung to it like glue.

What my heart wanted... was to throw my arms around Dean and keep him with me. I didn't want him to leave me again. I wanted to believe that his words were true. I wanted to have my life and share it with him.

"When I was my dad's soldier, he drilled into me that it wasn't a good thing to like guys and it wasn't ok to show emotion," Dean started in a whisper. Down his cheeks were the beginnings of tears like I knew where decorating my own.

"I met Lisa and forced myself to be happy with her, ignoring everything I felt with you so that it became like it never was. But I can't do it anymore. I have to move past what I was taught and break the rules," he said, slowly gaining confidence.

Dean stepped closer, not much but enough. "Cas, I want to start over. I want us to have something I never thought I'd actually have. I want us to be together because you're the one thing that brought me out of the haze of being in an old hunter's shadow. You're the only person I've ever loved to the point it makes me want to do something real." With each word he spoke, he came ever closer to me until I could clearly see every speck of color dotting his emerald eyes.

Dean gingerly reached out and cupped my cheek, gently, as if I would break. It was so different from the way he'd normally act, so different from the harsh nature he had about him. My breathing hitched.

"Cas, let me love you, and I promise to keep falling more and more in love with you," he murmured lowly, his eyes hooded, looking into my own.

I stared at him for a moment, unable to look away from the utter intensity of the love and caring in his eyes, sparkling with hope. For a moment, we stood there, in my doorway, our eyes locked as he allowed my thoughts to whirl.

As each second drifted by, his gaze became ever more desperate and sad. It was as if I truly was a lifeline to him.

Making up my mind, I smiled at him. "What happened to the rule about no chick flick moments?" I asked, leaning in so that the question was brushed across his lips in a teasing whisper.

His face flushed momentarily and I took that time to gently close the distance.

*~~ Dean ~~*

Kissing Cas wasn't like kissing anyone else. The mere touch of his lips to mine sent static through me, warming my hands and making my head spin wonderfully. I had never felt an intensity like it.

His lips were soft as silk, lightly caressing my own. I slowly put my hands gently on his waist, to which he wrapped his arms around my neck, using the motion to deepen our kiss.

With a passion I didn't know I possessed, I kissed him firmly, wanting him to believe the true words I spoke. He responded by softly biting down on my bottom lip, making me gasp and moan lightly.

We broke apart, leaning our foreheads together. Cas giggled and our eyes locked, matching grins spread widely on our faces.

"Thank you for giving me a chance, Cas," I told him earnestly.
He blushed. "I trust and love you, Dean. Of course I did."

I pulled him in for another kiss. "I love you, Castiel," I murmured against his lips.

"And I love you, Dean."

I did not mean to make it that cheesy and romantic 0_0

Yes you did! We all know you're the cheesiest person alive and such a hopeless romantic!

...Shut up, me.

Anyway, comments are always welcome. What should I do the next one on???

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