A/N: This was previously published on my old account 'memoriesofatimelord'
"What is my definition of love, you ask?" Castiel said to Dean, that confused look on his face that always seemed to be there, present.
"That's what I asked, buddy." Dean replied, a hint of sarcasm coated his words.
"I assume, love is when you would do anything for that person. Love. It is the most powerful, yet most beautiful thing in the world. It can cause a person to go to unexpected, extreme lengths to protect the person or thing that they love. I, for example, have never felt love in a romantic way. The only two people I have ever loved have been you, and My Father. And believe me, my Father never returned that feeling." The Angel told Dean.
Dean, standing there in his leather jacket, smiled.
"And me?"
"Yes Dean, you. I love you like a best friend. I would protect you with my life, and then I would still find a way to protect you in death." Castiel looked upset.
"What is it, dude?" Dean questioned, recognising the look of sadness that appeared on his friend's face.
"I just, when I was sent to pull you from Hell, I never thought I would rebel against Heaven, and become part of an unbreakable friendship."
"Well I, for one, am grateful for all of the things that you have ever done for me and Sammy... I feel like I don't thank you as often as I should, Cas. So thank you."
"It's okay, Dean."
"Now, who says we end this chick flick moment before we start growing lady-parts, and go and get some pie and kick some Demon ass?"
"Okay." Castiel replied, a confused look on his face, wondering how it would be possible to grow lady-parts.