Dean stood leaning against his 67' Chevy Impala. "Cas, We need to talk…" He prayed to thin air. There was a small flutter of wings and a man stood there. He had raven black hair that stuck up in all directions and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a black suit and beige trench coat with a tie that matched his eyes. "Hello, Dean." the man said in a deep gravely voice. Dean sighed pushing his light brown hair back. "You called.." The man stated his head tilting to the side in curiosity. Dean couldn't help but think of how cute he looked. "Cas-Castiel." Dean started looking into the angels eyes and taking a deep breath before taking a stride towards the man now known as Castiel. "Yeah.. I did." He muttered, His emerald green eyes starring into Castiel's blue ones. Dean would normally only call when he or Sam needed help.
Castiel's eyes squinted and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I-" Dean couldn't continue, he looked down at his shoes and shook his head. "I can't, Cas." He choked out. Castiel cocked his head to the side. "Can't what?" He asked as his eyebrows furrowed further. Dean looked up, a slight blush on his slightly tanned, freckled face. After killing demons and monsters you'd think he would be able to tell his angel how much he loves him, but here he was speechless standing in the cold, dark scrap yard face to face with the only person he could ever love other than his brother. "Dean, your face is red." Castiel stated the obvious. He still didn't quite understand human emotions. "Yes, Cas. Yes it is." Dean chuckled taking one more step towards Castiel so he could feel the others breath on his face. Dean thought Castiel would back away but he did not move. He let himself think it was because of Castiel's issues with personal space. There was no way the angel would feel the same way. No one could ever love him, he was too broken, too self-loathing.
Before you could say Chuck, Castiel had grabbed Dean by the collar of his brown leather jacket and pressed his lips firmly to the hunters. Dean's eyes widened before he began kissing Castiel back eagerly, He grabbed Castiel by the lower collar of his trench coat, turning the both of them around and pushing the angel up against the Impala.
Dean's hand wandered up Castiel's chest, up his neck and into his hair getting his hand tangled in his surprisingly soft hair, messing it up further. They broke apart quickly when they heard footsteps. Dean looked over seeing Sam standing there awkwardly. "Um… Dean., What were you doing to Cas?" He asked, one eyebrow raised and an innocent look on his face pretending he had no idea. Castiel leaned against the Impala keeping his head down. "None of your damn business, Sammy!" Dean said irritation evident in his voice as he avoided Sam's eyes. Sam gave Dean a bitch face. "Sure, Dean. Having Cas pushed up against your car is so none of my business." Sam said, sass in his voice before stalking away.
"I should… leave." Castiel muttered pushing himself off the Impala and beginning to walk away before feeling a small tug on the sleeve of his trench coat. "No.. You shouldn't." Dean mumbled. When Castiel turned around he saw that Dean had grabbed the sleeve and he had his head down. "Dean, I-" Castiel started only to be cut of by Dean. "You can't leave me, Cas. Not now." Dean looked up at him. "Ok, Dean." Castiel said simply before being led into Bobby's house by Dean.