The last of the sun's blissful rays reflected against Castiel's flawless features, slowly giving him the closure he had long been searching for.
I can deny it no longer, he thought, slowly traversing across the balcony, his heart racing with anxiety. I barely know him, and yet he's the most beautiful human I have ever laid eyes on, He froze momentarily, remembering what had brought him to his heart's desire in the first place.
Perhaps, it is not a coincidence...its destiny, Castiel frantically searched for his trench coat, not daring to go anywhere without it.
Yes, that makes perfect sense. After all, I'm the one who gripped Dean Winchester tight and raised him from perdition.
Meanwhile, In a dingy hotel on the outskirts of a deserted town, a young hunter awoke to the unwelcome sound of his cell phone. Distorted, the young man groaned and looked at the caller ID, wondering who could be so insane as to call him in the middle of the night. Cas, he muttered, slightly agitated as they had spent the entire day going wherever Castiel's heart desired.
"Damn it, Cas, I need to sleep," Dean Winchester greeted the angel in a vulgar tone, too exhausted to care of the level of significance the call may present.
He turned under the stiff sheets, the clocks illuminating number indicating it was well into the early hours of the morning. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" Dean snapped, still disconcert about being woken.
"My apologies," Castiel muttered, evidently starting to regret awaking his now irritable companion.
The young hunter's heart broke at the distress he had thoughtlessly inflicted upon his dearest friend.
"Don't worry about it," Dean assured in a tender tone. "What's going on?" Over the past year, Dean had begun to feel an intimate attraction to Castiel; an uncontrollable desire the overwhelmed every fiber of his being.
"I've rented a hotel room, and was hoping you would accompany me there for the evening." Castiel's seductive tone made him swoon.
"Of course I would," He replied, the same lustful feeling to have Castiel as his own slowly overpowering his senses. "Where's the hotel?"
"It's located at the intersection of James St. and Corbin Boulevard. I await your arrival." And with that, Castiel's final words rang through his head, as if the ending lyrics to song.
"I love you," Dean whispered, longing the opportunity to say those three life changing words to the angel, to feel his soft, luscious lips against his as there worlds exploded in fiery passion.
Not bothering to bring a change of clothes, the young hunter tore out the door, keen to embark on an evening of disobedience.