Okay, this is a bit weird, but I couldn't help but write it! My first slash so don't be too mean! Also this isn't my account, so Alise I'm sorry!
Dean was going to confess everything.
His green eyes averted to the solitary figure in a tan overcoat, then looked away hastily. The last thing he needed was to chicken out in the presence of his... what exactly?
Crush? Dean scolded himself for that ridicules thought "don't be a chick, Dean. You're obviously going through a very late gay phase. It'll pass..."
Eventually.
And what about the Vessel? Is Dean so willing to forget about Jimmy? The nice straight guy Cas is wearing to the prom? What if Dean confessed and Jimmy remember all of it? Even if he didn't, it's his body the angel's using. Would it be right if he and Cas... Dean stopped himself again before his mind went to that scene again.
He was starting to doubt whether he should be doing this. Cas might, probably, wouldn't even be into Dean, which would make a seriously embarrassing chick flick moment.
And it's probably just a phase anyway.
At first Dean had thought his, feelings or whatever, were from the shock of Angels, Heaven and Hell all existing in this already sardine packed freak of a world. As if everything else wasn't enough.
Then he met some more dicks with wings, and for some reason, his awe of Castiel never wavered. It was like he was freaking obsessed with the guy. Checking to back seat of his car to see whether or not he had magically appeared, always looking behind him. Even almost buying a trench coat before he realised what was going on.
Just like he said; obsessed.
Dean had no idea why this was happening. Girls had thrown themselves at him for years, wasn't that enough for a simple guy with simple needs? Well, as simple as a ghost hunting, vampire slaying, god killing, angel channelling, escaped from Hell, gorgeous guy could be.
Now he had to be gay for a virgin Angel of the Lord.
But Castiel was something else. Sure his looks were... Dean didn't trust himself to finish that sentence... but that was Jimmy, not Cas. Cas was brave, he had risked his life so many times for Dean. Died even. Cas was old, but so innocent he was like a child. He knew almost everything, but understood few things.
Even now he was standing there. Waiting for Dean to tell him the occasion of this visit.
"Dean?" Castiel frowned "Are you alright? You said it was urgent"
Now or never, Dean though bitterly "Cas, do you want to... go out sometime?"
Castiel frowned "You prayed for me so you could ask I go?"
"Shit, Cas" Dean cursed , frustrated that he'd have to spell it out "I prayed for you so I could freakin' ask you out. On a date. You know, as a freakin' boyfriend! So say 'yes' or so help me I'll kick your winged arse out myself!"
Castiel was silent for a moment, then said "As an Angel of the Lord my arse isn't winged"
Can't the friggin' angel get with the program; Dean thought heatedly, he stood up. "You know, Cas? You can be a friggin' homophobe for all I care-"Dean was so focused on his ultra violet world of heartbreak, he didn't notice Castiel had slowly and silently walked toward him. Not until the angel finished his words with a hand caressing his cheek.
Dean's eyes widened in shock, and Castiel gently but firmly pulled his face toward his. Eye closed, Dean felt his lips dip in Castiel's and he drew his body closer. But before the kiss deepened, Dean pushed away.
He searched the angel's face "You know I could strangle you Cas"
Castiel smiled "It'd still be worth the kiss"