Very rarely and on occasion


When you give someone everything...when you give them yourself and tell them, "This is me, all of me. I am yours." And they say, "It's not enough." What are you meant to do? When all you want is to hear the sound of your name on the tip of their tongue, to feel the heat of their skin and hotness of breath connecting with your breath. Is there an answer or are you supposed to stagger back, to feel that ache until that ache becomes numb and you can't feel at all? And then you miss the ache… you miss the regret, the rush of despair; because at least then you were human. You were feeling something, no matter what kind of violation. Now you're empty. All because someone told you what you gave to them wasn't enough. And your everything just wasn't their everything. And now you're where you started. Alone.

"Tell me a story," Dean asks and Castiel simply nods in reply and lays himself next to Dean on the bed.

"I wonder, Dean," starts Cas, "if you have heard the story of the angel who fell in love with a human?"

"Not a human falling in love with an angel?" Dean questions.

"No," Castiel says, and weaves his fingers through Dean's own. "That story comes after."

...

Although sometimes - very rarely and on occasion - that one person will decide, yes. Yes, I want you. Yes, I need you. Yes, yes, a million times yes. Those moments are terrifying and, very rarely on occasion, so horrifically beautiful and perfect.

Because those moments are all yours.