Castiel sat on the edge of the couch in the motel room. He looked over at Dean who was packing his weapons into his duffel bag.
"Dean, sit with me," Cas said.
Dean looked up with slight shock. "I'm kinda busy, Cas. Can't it wait?"
Castiel shook his head. Dean sighed and dropped the half-filled duffel bag by the door as he went to sit next to Cas. As he sat, Castiel took Dean's hand in his own. The angel looked into Dean's deep green eyes as he began speaking.
"I've never met anyone like you before," he began. Dean raised an eyebrow and he continued. "Usually when I meet someone new, I feel awkward and shy."
"Uh, Cas…?" Dean tried to interrupt him but the angel kept going.
"But with you it's different. I feel I can talk to you."
"Oh, god," Dean muttered to himself and rubbed his free hand over his face.
"You know what I'm saying without my having to explain it to you in fancy terms." Castiel's eyes were now burrowing into Dean's.
"Not exactly. Cas, what are you—?"
"We speak each others' unspoken language, fluently."
Dean slipped his hand from Castiel's. "Did Sam show you that movie?"
"I love you."
"DAMN IT, SAMMY!" Dean yelled, trying to divert from the blush growing on his cheeks.