Author's note: I most wanted to clear out my works in progress, so enjoy this little nothing of a fic.
"Cas, you're only 10 miles away. Just stay where you are right now and I'll come get you when the rain lets up," Dean instructed the former angel. "You'll be fine. Just find a hot girl to hit on and maybe you won't even need me to get you at all."
"What kind of person?"
"What?"
"What kind of person would I 'hit on'?"
"Geez, Cas, I don't know. That's for you to decide. You gotta figure out what you want." Dean hung up the phone, shaking his head.
Dean couldn't imagine Cas would actually hit on anyone. He couldn't picture Cas with a girl. It didn't feel right. Not with a guy either. If he thought of Cas's future, he just expected him to stay the same. Him, Sammy, and Cas like they were now. That's what he pictured. Like that until they all died for good one day. Anything else didn't feel right.
There was a knock at the bunker door. Dean opened the door, ready to pull his gun if necessary.
"Cas, you're soaking wet. What are you-"
"I know what I want."
"What?"
Cas smiled. "You. I want...you."
Cas leaned in close enough for Dean to feel his breathing.
"Oh," Dean said, and slowly leaned in to meet Cas's lips. Oh, he thought. This feels right.