I lay wide awake in bed that night. There was no way I was getting any sleep, I mean, it's not like I had slept since the angels fell, but that was besides the point. There was no chance of getting my four hours of peace knowing that Castiel was out there somewhere. Hell, I hadn't even known if Cass was alive until he had called me a few days ago. Teaching the angel how to use the phone was one of the best decisions Sam and I had made in a while.
Where is he? Is he okay? Has he gotten into trouble? God knows he's a magnet for that kind of stuff. All of these things worry me and keep me up all night. I don't care what Cass had done. He had been tricked like we all have been. Especially Sam with the whole Ruby fiasco, but I forgive him for that. He only thought he was doing the right thing. Like Cass thought he did. Anyway, all I want right now is my angel back.
'Whoa', I thought to myself, 'my angel?', where the hell did that come from? I mean, I've had these thoughts before, of Cass and I. I've thought that maybe I'm not as 'straight' as I thought I was. I mean, there was that time a few months ago when that guy was hitting on me, and even though I told him I don't swing that way, it felt a little more awkward than it should have been. Or maybe it's just Cass. But I usually just shove those thoughts to the back of my head. We have more important things to worry about right now like freaking Abbadon and finding Cass. Dammit! I just can't seem to get that god damn angel out of my head. But anyway, Cass is every much 'my angel' as he is Sam's, right? But Cass was right about the, how did he put it… 'profound bond'. The way he would only come if I prayed for his feathery ass; how he would pop in a little too close to me, not respecting my personal space , even though I kinda like it. The way he would get that confused look on his face, tilt his head to the side and stare at you with those gorgeous blue eyes of his…
"Okay Dean, time to stop that," I said to myself in the dark of my room. "You don't think of Cass in that way. You're straight. You like girls." Or do you? A voice echoed in my mind. Think about it. You never stop thinking about that messy brown hair, or that tie that's never straight, no matter how many times you- I suddenly sat up in bed, slightly panting and my limbs a flailing mess."Shit," I said. "I'm in love with an angel, aren't i?". Then, slightly quieter, with a crooked smile on my face, I repeated, "I'm in love with an angel."
I fell asleep that night with images of big blue eyes haunting my subconscious.
A/N: Hey guys, this is my first ever fanfiction. I would really appreciate you telling me what you thought about it. And there is more to come! This first chapter is a little short. And I won't have a regular updating schedule, if you were wondering. School is hectic. But I will try my best to update as much as possible. But anyway, thanks for reading!