I'm so sorry this took so long, guys! I lost inspiration and now the ending is short and crummy ;A; but be on the lookout for more, longer, one chaptered Supernatural fics!3
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Castiel groaned, slowly gaining back his consciousness. What had happened? His body felt impossibly cold and he couldn't stop shivering. He noticed he wasn't at his apartment. He looked around and froze. He was at the hotel. His trench coat was on him, he realized vaguely.

But from what he could tell, he was alone.

Where was Dean, and how had he gotten here?

Dean sighed. The hot water in the shower felt amazing against his skin. He still felt cold to the bones. A shiver went down his spine as played back what had just happened.

After Castiel had left, Dean had run out of the hotel looking for him. He'd jumped into his Impala and drove around the city for an hour before he found him.

He remembered the way his heart stopped and he felt like a part of him was gone.

There was Castiel, lying on the ground, not moving. He had thrown his car into park and ran out to him.

"CASTIEL!" he had shouted his name over and over. Shaking the boy, realizing his attempts were futile. He was unconscious. He had picked up Castiel and carried him bridal style to his car. He'd cranked the heat up and drove back to the hotel.

He'd put multiple layers of clothes and blankets over the boy but he hadn't gained back his consciousness.

Now, standing in the shower, he realized how stupid he was. He should've taken Castiel to the hospital; he might have hypothermia or something worse.

He sighed and turned the shower off, wrapping a towel around himself and walking out of the bathroom. When he entered the bedroom, he froze. Where was Castiel?

He slung the blankets off the bed to find it empty.

Had he run away again? Out into the cold?

His breath and pulse quickened as he began to panic. Would he be able to find him again this time?

"CAS!" He yelled, running for the door before stopping halfway.

He turned to his right. "Ahm…I'm sorry…" Castiel was standing, blankets wrapped around him, eating a sandwich in the small kitchen area. "I…didn't know where you were and I was hungry." His head was hung in shame and in that moment Dean had never felt such relief and joy to see any one person in his entire life.

He threw himself around Castiel, hugging the boy as close to him as possible, never wanting to let go.

"Oh my God….are you okay?! You were passed out on the side of the street and I finally found you and I thought….I don't know what I was thinking, really. I'm just happy you're…uhm…" Dean swiftly released the boy, realizing how he was acting. "I'm just happy you're okay." Dean finished, feeling embarrassed. Castiel's expression was a mix of shock and warmth, his cheeks flushed. "Thank you…for worrying about me. I don't remember the last time someone worried about me."

Dean felt a pang in his heart and lightly hugged Cas again. "I do. I don't know why you ran off, and I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I didn't mean to…and I just…have never felt this way about anyone." Dean buried his face in Castiel's shoulder, thoroughly embarrassed and feeling ridiculous.

He could feel Castiel smile as he murmured, "Thank you…I…feel for you, too."