Destiel #15 for the "send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic" :D
yo im gonna be so real i have not written deancas for A Long Time but they used to be my otp to end all so… i’ll give it a shot my friend. this has no specific setting or universe bc what is even canon anymore???
send me a ship & number for a mini fic!destiel & things you said with too many miles between us
Dean clutches the phone to his ear, pacing back and forth. The ugly pattern on the walls, while once pretty entertaining, is now failing in distracting him from the fact that the phone is ringing, ringing, ringing, and no one will pick up.
“You’ve reached Castiel. Please l - ”
Dean screams in frustration and throws the phone at the floor. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, it’s carpeted, and nothing breaks. So he can call again.
Should he? He has no idea where Cas even is. Dean woke up in the middle of the night a few days ago, and he was just gone. It happens sometimes, he goes in the middle of the night, but he always comes back by the next night. Now that he’s slipped into going on three nights alone… Maybe he should just give up. Or pack everything up and go looking.
He has no idea what to do.
He runs his hands through his hair and stares at the phone, like it’s the reason he’s not getting through to Cas. Maybe it is. Maybe it’s a bad connection, maybe Cas is in, like, Europe and it can’t reach him.
Maybe Cas just doesn’t want to pick up. He puts his head in his hands and sighs.
In his head, a voice says, Try again, Dean. All you can do is try again.
He picks up the phone from where it lays on the ground and hits redial. The numbers go off and he clutches the phone again. Ringing, ringing, ringing…
“You’ve reached Castiel.”
The phone beeps and the message begins recording. But he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say. He clears his throat, so it doesn’t sound like he’s ready to cry, but it fails miserably, apparently. “Hi, Cas.” Jesus Christ, he sounds like he’s been swallowing glass.
“Uh, I’m - I’m sitting in our room. It’s been… three days since I’ve seen you? I don’t - I know it’s not the first time you’ve left without notice, but Jesus, Cas.” He huffs. “This is a little much.”
He pauses, imagine Cas would rebuke him for taking the Lord’s name in vain. Then he chuckles, just a little, and shakes his head. “Listen, I’m really scared right now, okay? And I can hear you, in my head, telling me to calm down, but you’re not really hear so it’s getting harder and harder to listen to you.”
He looks out the window; the night is starry and dark. Another night with the bed cold and the room devoid of noise. God, he misses him. He misses his blue eyes and his black hair and his gravelly voice. Why did he have to leave? Where did he even go?
“Just, can you call me? Okay? Because I miss you so much, and I’m so scared, and…” He swallows. “I love you. Please. Just let me know you’re okay. Just two words - ‘I’m okay.’ I’m begging you.”
With that, he pulls the phone away from his ear and ends the call. He just hopes Cas gets the message.