Set During: Early (Season 5)
Dean and Castiel, cute and destined as they may be, are regrettably not mine.
Castiel had lead an army into the deaths of Hell to rescue Dean.
He had pulled him from the pit, sewn his soul back together and breathed life into his newly healed body.
He had faith in Dean even when everyone else had lost it; when Dean had no faith in himself.
He had turned his back on Heaven and everything he knew, just for Dean.
He was there at every beck and call, comforting every memory that bore nightmares.
Dean owed his life, his second life, to Cas.
Dean believed in Cas, because Castiel never doubted him; never left him.
Dean had introduced him to alcohol, to emotions – to humanity.
He had given himself wholly to the angel.
The yellow-eyed demon had been the centre of John's world; taking care of Sam had been the centre of Dean's.
For once Dean needed to be the centre of someone's world – their everything.
Maybe that was why they belonged together – Dean's eyes would plead loneliness and Castiel would stare back with a heart full of nothing but 'Dean'.
Now they just needed someone to point it out to them.