December 24th
New York
8:13 P.M.

The group promised they would be back by December 15th. No calls, no texts. Cas had been calling Dean non stop for the past hour to no avail. Cas stood up, angrily throwing his phone against the wall hearing the screen shatter.

"FUCK!" He yelled, frustrated.

He fell to his knees, sobbing.

Your brother is probably dead.

A voice whispered in Cas's head.

"What?" He answered aloud.

Sam is most likely dead.

The voice said yet again.

"N-no . . . they can't be." He said weakly.

Dean is dead.

The voice yelled this time.

"DEAN ISN'T DEAD! He . . . Can't be dead. He promised me two weeks ago that whatever he was doing is done and he is fine and on his way home. He isn't dead, he isn't dead, he isn't dead."

But Cas slowly started to believe the voice.

He couldn't see very well because the tears blurred his view but he crawled over to his phone. The screen was just a bit cracked. Or maybe ruined but it was all the same to him.

He unlocked his phone and when straight to his photo gallery. There was hundreds of photos of him and Dean. Even a few he snuck with Gabe. Hell, even Sam was in quite a few. He stopped on the one of their first date.

~Flashback~

"Oh hey, I just realized I never got your picture." Cas said, opening up the camera app on his phone.

"What do you need my picture for." Dean mused.

"Contact photo. And just in case you ever stray from me I can remind myself of your beauty." Cas said while bringing the camera up and snapping the picture of Dean.

"Hey! I never agreed to this." Dean said.

"Haha, too bad. Dean! You aren't even  looking at the camera!" Cas said disappointed.

"Karma's a bitch, ain't she." Dean laughed, punching Cas's arm.

"Oww!" Cas complained.

"Aw come on Angel. That couldn't hurt." Dean said, chuckling.

"Well it did." Cas answered simply.

"Well let me tell you something Angel. I'm here to protect you, and I promise to never let anything hurt you or I swear they will pay. You here me Castiel?" Dean said, eyes boring into Castiel's.

All Cas could do was nod as they sat and enjoyed each other 's company for a little while.

~Flashback End~

Cas dried his eyes.

Dean, his Dean was gone.

Missing.

Quite possibly dead.

And Castiel could do nothing.

But since he had nothing better to do he got up and waled over to his couch, taking a seat.

He sat silently, watching his fireplace. He watched as the flames grew taller and waves of heat his his face, as the warmth embraced his cold structure.

Cas set his his head in his hands and just thought to himself. Hoping praying, anything for Dean.

Just then he heard the door slam open.

Cas threw himself up off the couch and turned, facing the door.

There was Dean, bloody and bruised, but alive.

"Angel." Was all he said before dropping to the ground.

(A/N So! Do you guys like the new cover?! I personally love it. It took me a few times to perfect it but hey, look at it now. Beautiful. And also, thanks so much for 400 reads, it means a lot. Honestly, I'm surprised anyone is reading this shit. Anyways, thanks for reading and voting if you do vote. That's what inspired me to write more lol. Have a great night/day or whatever it is for you!)