Dean was 85% certain he was not gay. It happened once; they were in Minnesota, and there was a snowstorm. Cas bashed his forehead against the point of Dean's chin and Dean knocked over a lamp with his foot. What they lacked in grace, however, they made up in enthusiasm. Near dawn, Dean felt the angel shift and kiss his hand. Cas smiled at him when his eyelids opened a sliver before getting up to find his clothes. He was leaving, but Dean was comfortable knowing that it was only to spare Sam the surprise of finding them in bed together.
