Dean's POV

I woke up to Sammy tossing something at me. It landed on my chest. I groaned and reached for the wallet. It was one of our many FBI badges. Guess I'm Agent Plant today.

"Where to?" I asked him as I rolled off the motel bed. It was still dark outside.

"You are heading to Dunedin, Florida. I am going to Clearwater." He stated as he began throwing his crap back into a duffel bag.

I rubbed my eyes and made my way to the coffee pot, "So tell me, what's in DinDun?"

"First of all, it's Dunedin. And so far three people have gone suddenly missing. All of them teenage girls, all of them proud members of the Celibacy Club at the high school." He looked up at me.

I thought for a minute, "Aw, seriously, you don't think it's a dragon. Do you?"

He sighed and nodded.

"Well that's just great!" I said sarcastically before packing up my stuff.

Sam and I left around the same time. He took a rented car and I took my Baby.

I ran my hand over the smooth surface of my car. I regained ownership after Dad died last year. Demon attack. Before that he had unfortunately gotten it back.

Six years ago. I was in a 'car accident'. So maybe it wasn't actually me, but everybody bought it. In reality it was a shapeshifter my dad had captured. He forced it to turn into me before he stabbed it. It was the perfect decoy. Then all we had to do was smash my poor Baby with the shifter inside.

We had to do it. There was no other way. At least that's what my dad told me. I had slipped up on a Vamp hunt. I missed one. We knew it was dangerous to take a case so close to home, but we had to do it. Then I messed it up. He got away with my face imbedded into his brain. Dad told me we had to leave town. But to keep everybody we knew safe I had to die. Or at least pretend to. I knew he was at least partially right. That vampire would go after everybody I loved until he got to me, but if I 'died' he would call it even and go back to doing whatever.

Of all the things I regret it was leaving behind my old life. More specifically Cas. He was the love of my life. Hell he still is. I told Dad to tell him everything was legally his, but he only kept some of my clothes. I was mostly disappointed he didn't want my car. He knew how much it meant to me, yet he still just passed it off to my dad.

I sighed. I would never see him again. He probably has a boyfriend and is married or something. I knew he had gone to Boston and finished college, but if he stuck to plan he was miles away from there.

I started the engine and set off for Florida.

I made a few stops along the way and was in Florida by noon. Then by 12:30 I was at the police station going over the case with the sheriff.

He told me that the only connection the girls had was Celibacy Club. Other than that they didn't know each other at all. I started by stopping at every girls house. The parents gave me nothing. Just the same story that their child was walking home alone and just disappeared without a trace.

The only difference was the third girl. Her mother claimed it happened right in front of their house. They had found some of her books laying the grass by the sidewalk.

"You could try talking to the the neighbor next door, he said heard something, but I don't think he saw anything." She sniffled and I handed her a tissue.

"Thank you for your time." I walked out of her house and towards the neighbors.

I knocked on the door softly then harder a minute later. "Who is it?" Called a muffled voice.

"FBI, please open the door sir," I hope this one doesn't run away. Sometimes people hear FBI and make a run for it. I was not in the mood to chase somebody down today.

I opened my badge and held it up to the peep hole. Most people asked me to anyway. Then the door began to open. It was hardly open a crack when I heard a loud crash from inside and the man rushed inside.

"Shit, no Bee stop!" The man yelled as he ran from the door. I let myself in and closed the door behind me, following the man towards what appeared to be his kitchen.

"I'm Agent Plant with the FBI, I need to ask you a few questions." I spoke in my serious voice. The man looked like a mess. He was on his hands and knees trying to restack papers that were scattered all over the floor. His cat, who I'm assuming is named Bee, stood on the table with a smirk on its face.

The man finally turned around and stood up. I froze. Those eyes. The only person I knew who had eyes that blue was... No it couldn't be him could it?

His voice cracked when he said my name, and in that moment I remember what I did to him. I let him believe that I died, to him I was nothing but a painful memory.

I gulped, "Cas..." I could see the pain in his face. How much I had hurt him.

"You- you're... dead," his breathing began to get quicker and he backed away from me.

I opened my mouth to tell that it was me but at that moment he lunged for a knife block, grabbing a sharp blade. "You're not Dean. Who are you?" He was shaking and crying. I stepped forward reaching my hands out to him. But he waved the knife around, "Stay back. Get away from me."

"Cas, please..." I took another step forward and then he lunged at me.

The blade barely skimmed my left shoulder and I grabbed his arm, twisting it slightly so he would drop the knife. Then I pulled him against me to restrain him.

"Hey, its okay, its me. It's really me. I'm here now, it's okay." I ran my fingers through his hair as he shook with sobs.

"Please just let me go." He whispered into my chest.

"Okay, just promise you'll listen before you try to stab me again." I tried to joke and lighten the mood, but it didn't work. He nodded his head, and I allowed him to take a few steps back.

He walked away towards his living room and I followed. I can't believe it's him. It's Cas. The love of my life, my everything. I didn't think I would ever get to see him again but here he is. Maybe this was my second chance. I could make things right again.

I inhaled deeply and started, "It's me, I am Dean Winchester." He was holding breath and looking me up and down. "Six years ago my dad and I put a decoy in the drivers seat of the Impala and hired a truck driver to drive right into the side of it."

"What-why...why would you do that?" His eyes were overflowing now, tears streaming down his face.

"I made a mistake, and I put everybody- I put you in danger. I had to leave, I couldn't stay. I couldn't let you get hurt. So my dad got the decoy and moved us away. He thought it would be better but I can see now that it wasn't. That it only made things worse. The only thing that kept me away from you was the hope that you'd be safe..." I caught my breath and finally looked up at him.

His tears had now dried on his cheeks and he was staring at me. I could see him searching my eyes. Looking for any sign of a lie.

All I wanted to do was hold him. Feel him close to me again. There hasn't been a day I didn't think about him. He was and still is my everything.

"Angel-" I started but was cut off.

"-No," he stood up and walked behind the chair he was in. His knuckles turned pure white from the grip he know had on the back of the chair. "You don't get to call me that anymore. You left me. You didn't say goodbye, you didn't leave a note. You made me think you were dead!" He was screaming now. "Do you know what that did to me. You could have told me you were alive. You could have at least sent a fucking text!"

I cringed. I had hurt him so much. I looked back up at him and that when my tears began to fall.

"Get out." He was holding back his anger now. "Just leave, I can't do this right now."

I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off again, "I said get the hell out of my house!" He said it through clenched teeth.

I let out a shuddering breath and exited his house. I made it back to Baby before I lost it. I banged my hands against the steering wheel and screamed, with tears running everywhere.

What had I done? Cas was finally getting his life back together and I just ruined it. I had dreamed of reuniting with him so many times, but it never happened like this in my head.

Soon I found a motel just outside of town and settled in. I still had to finish this case. The least I could do was make his town safe again.

I opened my laptop. I knew I should work on the case but I couldn't get him out of my head.

I did some research about dragons. Sam and I had only dealt with them a few times. I still had the blade forged in dragon blood from a few years back in the trunk of the Impala. The real problem was finding the damn thing.

Sighing I slammed the laptop shut. What was I going to do about Cas. I needed to focus on this but how could I. Thoughts were flooding my brain, all about him. I should let him go. Let him be happy, but I couldn't leave him again. I don't think I could handle just walking out. I had to do something, but what?

Another chapter for ya. This ones a little longer and oh no Cas hates him! Anyway, I'll post again next week! See ya.