Baby Please Come Home

Started: 17.11.30

Finished: 17.12.08

Destiel

X-Mas fic (Based on the Josh Ramsay cover of this song)


“You’re not still sulking, are you?”

“No,” the blonde sighed, his breath leaving fog on the window.

Mary eyed her son carefully, resting the box of decorations against her hip. She’d never seen him this broken-hearted over a boy. Hell, she’d never seen him this emotional over anyone, with the exception of his brother. And even that was only the one time, when Sam jumped off the shed and broke his arm.

“Good,” she moved from the doorway, placing the box down next to the one her youngest was half buried in, “then come help decorate the tree.”

Dean let out another sigh, taking one last look up and down the street before slowly sliding out of the chair and padding over to the tree in the opposite corner.

“C’mon Dean! Don’t you want to help decorate?” Sam looked up from the box he was half falling into, felt-snow stuck in his hair.

Dean chuckled, eyes crinkling at the sides with the smile, “That looks pretty good Sammy, maybe we should put you on top of the tree this year.”

“Pfft, you can’t lift me that high,” Sam shook the snow out of his hair before balling it up to throw at his brother.

“Wanna bet?”

Both boys looked to Mary, Dean’s eyes excited at the presented challenge, Sams’ showing just the slightest bit of fear.

She chuckled, before heading toward the kitchen, “I have to check the cookies.”

“… That was totally a yes.”

 

 

Dean swiped a thumb across the raven-haired mans cheek, sad smile on his face,

“I know, I know. But it’ll only be for a couple weeks, right?”

Cas sniffed and nodded, “I-I think so.”

“There, see?” he shifted his position on the bed, wrapping the shorter man up in his arms, “We can see each other when you get back. Don’t worry.”

Cas sighed, resting his head against the blondes’ chest, working to get his breathing under control. Dean closed his eyes, wanting to commit the feeling to memory – he’d definitely need it once he was gone. He inhaled deeply, before placing a kiss to the top of his head, this is gonna be harder than I thought… how am I gonna sleep without him next to me?

It hadn’t really been that long – at least according to his calendar – but he felt a connection to the younger man, he couldn’t quite explain it but it was like they were supposed to be together. From that first time he saw the kid smile, he knew, somehow that they’d end up together. Whoa, he shook his head slightly, enough of the girly shit. He’s not even gone yet and I’m already thinking like that?

He tightened his grip around the man, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head as he felt his breath even out, this is gonna be a long two weeks.

 

 

Where is he?, Dean angrily checked his cell for the millionth time, he’s supposed to be back today. His eyes flicked up to the calendar, day circled in red – he’d been eagerly crossing the days off until Cas’ return, but he had yet to get any kind of confirmation that he was back. No missed call, text, e-mail – he even checked the mailbox just in case he sent a real letter. There was nothing.

Dean was not happy.

He cried out in frustration, pounding a fist down on his desk, where the hell are you? He got up and paced the length of his room, combing through his memory, I’m sure he said he’d be back today… maybe I got the day wrong? He hopped up on his bed, checking his window again, gripping the sill with white knuckles, c’mon Cas…

“Dean! Dinner!”

“Okay!” he climbed down from his bed, before snatching his phone off his desk, subconsciously saddened when he checked it again to see no new notifications.

Where are you?

 

 

“Why’re you being such a chick?”

“Sam!” Mary whacked the back of his head, “Don’t make fun of your brother.”

Sam frowned but mumbled a sorry, before grabbing a sparkler out of her hand, “how long has he been gone now, anyway?”

“Tomorrow will be six weeks,” the blonde unenthusiastically took the other, twirling it absently, eyes creeping back to the window.

“Why don’t you call him?” Mary led the trio out the sliding back door to the deck, taking the lighter out of her pocket, “See what’s going on?”

Dean sighed, leaning against the railing, “I can’t… his voicemail is full and it doesn’t even ring anymore,” he began picking at the end of the sparkler, eyes on the ground, “He must’ve turned it off or something.”

“Maybe he died.”

“Sam!”

It. I meant maybe it died.”

Mary shot a look to her youngest before wrapping an arm around Deans’ shoulders, “I’m sure you’ll hear from him soon, just give it time.”

“That’s all I’ve been giving him…”

“Can you at least pretend to have a good time tonight?” she dug the lighter out of her pocket, “I don’t want you to start the New Year being sad.”

“Yeah…,” the blonde starred blankly at the flame, shoulders slouching with the weight of missing his other half.

There was a moment of silence as Mary crossed to light Sams’, noting his eyes didn’t leave his brother. He was watching him as he half-heartedly drew in the air with his sparkler, studying him. She’d seen that look on her youngests’ face a thousand times – usually it was reserved for working out a particularly difficult math problem – he was calculating his next move. What are you planning?

“Don’t worry, Mom, I got this,” he whispered with a smile.

She furrowed her brow in confusion as Sam began twirling his sparkler around, inching himself closer and closer to his brother until their sparklers’ crashed together, sending a huge spray of sparks through the air.

“Watch it, Dean,” he elbowed him, “I don’t want to have to explain why you have no eyebrows once school’s back.”

Dean tore his eyes away from his sparkler to look at the youngest, quirking an eyebrow, “Oh c’mon, as if I’d let you. If anything you’d be the one missing eyebrows.”

“Who says I need you to let me?” Sam elbowed him again, waving his sparkler dangerously close to his brothers’ face.

Mary took a step forward, he wouldn’t actually-

“Let you? Oh please, I could burn yours off way before you ever got close enough to mine.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright,” Sam held his sparkler out in front of him like a sword, “If you can reach them, I’ll let you.”

Dean’s face lit up with a smile, poising his in the same fashion, “You’re on.”

Mary sighed in relief and watched as they began their duel. Somehow, her youngest was always able to brighten Dean’s day, no matter what had happened. Even after John died, and Dean had shut himself down – his grades started slipping, he’d stopped eating, barely spoke to anyone, woke up in the middle of the night screaming – all Sam had to do was jump on his head – literally. He’d tackled him to the ground, wrestling around in the backyard until the blonde eventually broke down in tears. After that? He went back to normal. She had no idea how he always managed to know, but she was forever grateful her boys’ were able to lean on each other.

“Hey, Mom! He’s cheating!” Sams’ cries broke her out of her thoughts.

She chuckled as she saw Dean had wrestled him to the ground, sitting on his chest. Dean laughed, raising a fist in triumph. Mary closed her eyes for a moment, relishing the sound of his laugh. It had been too long since she last heard it. She breathed out a relaxed sigh, leaning herself against the wall to the house as she looked over her two boys – Dean’s posture had straightened, shoulders puffed up with pride – no longer weighed down with worry or sadness. As if he’s forgot about Cas… at least for the moment. Sam turned his face to the side, out of view from his brother – who was currently victory crying into the night sky – pout giving way to a small smile and a wink.

Thank-you, Sammy.


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