Why did it have to be so difficult! It was just a simple sentence, three words, that's all he had to say and it would all be over. He could stop obsessing over it, he'd finally know the truth. So why was it so hard to say it? Dean paced around the empty motel room. He had never felt this nervous before. In the past he had asked countless women out for a night, even in school he had been confident and cool with the girls. But now his palms were sweating and his mind was crowding with anxious thoughts what if he didn't feel the same way Dean felt for him? What if Castiel rejected him? Dean didn't want to know how it felt to be rejected. Of course, like everyone else, he had felt rejection more than once. He had brushed it off, after all he didn't really care about those women, not like he cared for Sam or how he had begun to care for Cas. No, this was different, this was Castiel, an Angel of the Lord. Dean considered Cas a best friend, even went as far as to call him a brother but Dean had never wanted to think of him as a lover. Deep down he knew he had stronger feelings for the angel, tonight he would face those feelings. In return, discover how Castiel felt for him. Maybe it was a fear of commitment that was holding him back. He doubted it and so pinned the blame on himself, on how he felt. Cas made him feel emotionally warm and loved. So did his younger brother but Cas was different. Castiel's love was pure and innocent. He was protective over the Winchester brothers, saved them many times from Demons and from his own kind. He'd killed for them, bled and even rebelled against heaven for them, each time it had brought him closer to Dean. The Winchester sibling had fought against it, denying any impure thoughts or emotions but it was becoming unbearable to hide, Cas was around more everyday. Dean had noticed Cas would sometimes appear in their motel room in the middle of the night, he only stayed for a few minutes before disappearing again. Dean was grateful for these visits, he felt safe, but it became harder still to hide his feelings. Your being a coward. He told himself. Sam will be back soon and you need to tell Cas how you feel, so suck it up. Dean fell heavily on the motel bed with a sigh, sitting on the very edge he closed his eyes. ''Cas...well this is awkward, i need to talk to you...you know, in person...It's not that important, if your busy with other stuff i understand, just uhhh...yeah, i need to talk to you.'' He had barely finished speaking when he heard the comforting sound of feathers and a trench coat, signalling Castiel's arrival. Dean opened his eyes and looked up, Cas was stood in front of him, they were just a meter apart from each other. Taking a deep breath Dean stood up looking directly into the angel's eyes. Dean loved those eyes. They were the eyes of a puppy, an innocent creature, but Cas was a grown man, sort of. Although those eyes were innocent like a puppy's they could fix you with a piercing blue gaze, both soft and loving but when aimed at the wrong person could cause a shiver of fear to run through your body. Dean felt a shudder run down his back, not from fear but from the look of affection in the angel's eyes. Best of all, that affection was aimed at him. Cas broke the silence first with a simple word. ''Dean?-'' Dean could feel his knees growing weaker, he continued to stay silent just gazing into the deep blue, letting himself get lost in the soulful eyes belonging to Castiel's vessel. ''Dean whats wrong? is everything ok? why did you call for me?'' when he gained control over his voice again it was quiet, a slow stutter. ''uhh...well-'' Dean was fidgeting which was weird even for him. It made Dean angry, he was acting like a girl with her highschool crush. He had originally planned to just tell Cas how he felt. It didn't quite happen the way he planned, instead it happened with an angry outburst. ''DAMMIT CAS! I FUCKING LOVE YOU OKAY?!'' Sam had returned, entering the motel room just in time to hear Deans outburst.