the mission.

- I will not go looking for God.




Dean was already almost asleep, wrapped in glad drowsiness after sex, but those words made her open her eyes again and on his elbow to look at your bed partner's face.



- What are you saying? "- Asked, almost inaudibly," Why? Do not you said you were certain that he is there, somewhere?



He had been dreading this moment since that damn trip to the future that Zachariah had given him. Castiel's version that he had seen there was not the product of the loss of his power, but of his faith. Dean knew him well enough to understand the difference, and knew very well that when he lost the hope of finding God would be the beginning of the end. That was something that Dean was not about to let happen.



- I still believe, "said the angel, and Dean was relieved, but not for long. But I've been thinking a lot about this and I concluded that God does not want to be found, Dean. And so, no one in the universe capable of doing. What's the point wasting time looking further?



- So easy? - Dean replied hotly. Do you come a couple of difficulties and as you surrender? It is assumed that this was important to you! Hell, Cas, if I had thought like you, certainly my father still suit you would be serving the bastard yellow eyes. If you do not want to find you because you always have a little more, period.



- No question about it, "Castiel replied in a conciliatory tone. I'm not afraid of difficulties, but I realized that God will come when the time is right. Do not abandon us, Dean.



A mixture of conflicting emotions stirred inside the chest of the hunter. On the one hand, seeing that Castiel still maintained their faith intact soothed her fear for him, but at the same time felt a heavy bitterness that did not bother trying to hide:



- And what the hell is waiting for, eh? - Asked harshly Are not things are bad enough yet?



Angel put a hand up Dean's hair and wrapped his fingers between the short strands, massaging the scalp. He drew the man's head toward him to kiss her gently, in a clear attempt to appease their anger, and though the blasphemy reproached him, Dean felt guilty alike.



- He will come, "she whispered against his lips Cas. And then you understand everything. Meanwhile, I have a most important mission.



- And what is it? - Dean spoke by inertia, without paying attention to what he said. All his mental capacity was busy with that mouth, that was so close I could feel their warmth and how much he wanted to kiss her again. However, the response of Castiel cleared him in a split second.



- Protect yourself. Protect you both, you and Sam. Stay safe is most important.



Clearly there was a part of Dean's brain chemistry that he shared with a quinceañera sobrehormonada, because when he heard that phrase was released to leap and giggles. Fortunately, it was the part that controls speech. That still having thirty-one years and the balls in place.



- Wait a minute, "he said, frowning suspiciously. She turned slightly to see his face, trying to read her expression. All this will not be at this afternoon, right?



It had become almost habitual. Sometimes, certainly happening increasingly more often, what at first had seemed a simple task complicated, and some of them escaped alive by a whisker. Then, with adrenaline still quickened pulses in his veins, and Dean Cas made love with a desperation that bordered on violence, trying to exorcise in bed fear that they could not leave behind on the battlefield. The terror of losing the other.



- Castiel in part, "he admitted. I can not stand being away thinking that maybe you were in danger, unable to reach you to verify you're okay. But what I said before is also true. Dean, I know this is what I do. And also I want to do.



She knew she should keep trying to convince you otherwise. Dean had spent his life depending on their loved ones and had vowed to never do the same with Cas, so I did not even flinch when the angel decided to go crazy in that search. He had not complained, even though every second physically hurt him how much he missed. Not once asked him to return, for he had more desire to do so. He had vacated, waiting patiently and treasuring every moment we could go together as if it were your last. Now, if you wanted to keep that attitude had to be strong and convincing that Castiel continue to use that freedom.



But in that time, Dean give a damn attitude, their own rules, their rolls of emotional dependency and even if God came to appear to save your ass at the last moment or not.



At that time, the only thing he could do was be happy.



- Do you want ... you mean you're going to stay with me from now?



Castiel nodded, his eyes scanning every feature of Dean's face with something that the hunter could only be described as devotion.



- If you depend on me, I will not get away anymore, "he promised gravely.



Dean could only smile and bow to kiss again.



At the end of the day, who was he an angel to tell where they should be?