Hi everybody! This is the first Destiel fic. I've ever written. It's possible that I could be persuaded to make this more than just a one-shot if enough people ask for it.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Supernatural or any of It's characters (but I'm working on it ;)).
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Dean always says a lot of shit that he doesn't mean. But when he'd said that Cas had been like a brother to him, that had definitely toped the list of things he most regretted saying. He didn't want to be Cas's brother or even a close friend. He wanted to be so much more.
He loved him. Was in love with him.
Dean couldn't help thinking that if he'd told him that, the truth, than maybe he wouldn't be sitting in a dark, dank motel room in some middle-of-nowhere town, all alone, feeling sorry for himself.
That just maybe he'd be with Castiel. Maybe.
Funny how this seemed so much longer on paper. Don't forget to review!
Love Minerva