A/N: Hey guys, I'm back. I assure you, I haven't died. XD As you can tell, I kinda stopped writing Johnlock drabbles, because really, I haven't had the time and ideas.

Lately, I've gotten into Supernatural (I'm currently on Season 5, Episode 3) and I wrote a very short Destiel moment. (I was bored in class. :P) It's probably really bad, since I'm new to writing them and such, but I felt the need to contribute something. So here it is.

(Also, there's no episode that this is based in, this is just random.)

~Hollay

"Dean?"

"Cas!" Dean jumped. "You gotta stop popping up outta nowhere like that!"

"Sorry. Anyway, Dean, I need to talk to you. Alone."

"Uh, alright. Clear out, Sammy." Dean said, confused.

"Fine." Sam huffed and walked out of the room, slightly pissed that he wasn't able to be let in on the conversation.

Dean turned to the angel. "So, what is it?"

Castiel looked down, clearly nervous.

"I...seemed to have acquired...um...a special...attraction, to you, Dean."

"You mean a raise me from hell, guardian angel type attraction? Or...?"

"It's...a very deep emotional and...physical attraction. Before I came to you...Before I raised you from hell, I did not anticipate that I would feel this level of connection with a human being. This wasn't planned."

"So...What you're saying is...You have a crush on me? Because, you know, you wouldn't be the first..."

"If 'having a crush' on someone is the human equivalent to a soulmate, then yes."

Dean grew quiet for a moment.

"Hold on...Soulmate?"

"Yes, that is what I said."

"You...You love me." Dean said in what was more of a statement.

"For all intents and purposes, yes. Why, is that a bad thing?"

"No, no Cas, it's not." Dean mumbled, looking down.

"Dean? Are you okay? Should I not have said that?" Castiel stepped forward.

"How do you know?" The hunter said out of the blue.

"What?"

"I said, how do you know? You've lived way longer than I have, and I'm sure you felt attraction or a connection like this before, right?"

Cas hesitated, "Yes, I have, but not like this. I haven't felt anything this strong before. I think my father may have sent me to you for a reason."

"Oh."

"Well?" Castiel asked.

"Well? Well what?"

The angel shrugged and stepped closer.

At this point, the two men were inches apart. Dean reached for Cas' jacket and tugged at the collar, pulling him forward and sealing the conversation with a light kiss against his friends lips.

Cas pressed against Dean, running his fingers through his spiky hair.

Before the kiss could get too intense, Dean pulled away. Smirking slightly at the look of confusion on Cas' face, he pressed his forehead on his and whispered, "I love you too, Cas. So much."

Cas smiled and met his lips with Dean's once again.

This was going to be a fun night.

AN: Yay, terrible writing. ^^ IF you somehow like it though, let me know and I might try to come up with more little scenes like this.