Dean
Dean has just gotten out of the shower. He wraps a towel around his waist and walks out of the bathroom and into the main part of the motel he's staying in with Sam. He runs his fingers through his hair, going towards the dresser he and Sam are sharing for the time they're staying at the motel. When he grabs his bundle of clothes, he notices that Sam is just leaving. He might be going out to get more beer, who knows.
"I'll go over to Castiel's motel." Dean mumbles to himself. Dean quickly changes in the bathroom. He pulls out his cell phone and dials Castiel's phone number.
Castiel
Castiel wakes up from a nap to the sound of his phone ringing. He sits up quickly, making his vision go blurry for a moment, then looks at the caller ID. It's Dean. His heart jumps as he picks up the phone.
"Hello?" He answers.
"Hey, Cas, it's Dean. Mind if I come over?" Dean asks. Castiel smiles to himself.
"I don't mind if you come over." He replies, adjusting his trench coat. Dean clears his throat on the other line.
"Great, I'm on my way." Dean says, the hangs up. Castiel grins.
Dean
Dean puts on a light jacket and heads out the door. He walks across the parking lot and knocks on the door of the motel Castiel is staying in. After hearing some shuffling on the other side of the door, it opens and Castiel smiles at him.
"Hello, Dean." He says quietly.
"Hey, Cas. Thanks for letting me come over. Sam just left. Dunno where he's going." Dean explains, then brushes past Castiel to sit on the couch. He brought over a six-pack of beer. After getting comfortable, Dean looks up at Castiel and sees that he's still standing at the door, even though he closed it, just looking at him. Dean clears his throat and Castiel blinks a few times and falls out of his trance. He smiles briefly at Dean then rushes to the bathroom. Dean shrugs and turns on the television, opening his first beer of the morning.
Castiel
Castiel sits on the sink counter, biting his thumb and thinking. Dean is in his motel room. What can Cas do to get Dean to like him in the way he does? After a few more moments of thought, he conjures up a plan then walks out of the bathroom.
"Dean, put the beer down." Castiel urges. Dean notices Castiel entered the room and gently sets his beer down on the coffee table.
"Why? What's up?"
"Do you have access to the Impala right now?" He asks.
"Yeah, as long as Sam didn't take it, why do you ask?"
"Could you drive me to the market and lend me twenty dollars, please?"
"Why?" Dean replies, still completely clueless.
"I'd rather not tell you the reason." He says quietly. Dean rubs the back of his neck, sighs, then stands up.
"Alright. Come on, Cas."
Dean
Dean hops into the Impala, starts it up, and puts an AC/DC tape into the cassette player. Cas sits down in the passenger seat and closes his door. Dean starts driving, opening his window to let the warm air into the car. They drive in silence until they reach the market. Dean reluctantly gives Cas a twenty dollar bill and waits a few moments in the car as Cas walks off.
"Shit," He whispers under his breath, worrying about Castiel in a public situation. He quickly jumps out of the car and jogs after Castiel, easily catching up to him.
"What do you need, Dean?" Castiel asks.
"I'm worried about you. I don't want you in a place like this alone." Dean replies, then notices a light pink color sprinkle across Castiel's cheeks. He simply shrugs it off.
"Thank you. But, um, you're not allowed to look at the items I'm purchasing. They're secrets." Castiel explains.
"I won't." Dean promises, then smiles. Castiel smiles back. Damn. The things he'd do for that angel.
Castiel
After hearing that Dean was worried about him, his mind is boggled. Castiel tries to focus on getting the ingredients to make a pie, but can't stop thinking about what Dean said. Once he finally gathers all the ingredients and pays for them, they walk out of the market.
"Were you really worried about me?" Castiel asks him. Dean glances at him.
"Yeah, I guess. I mean, you're just a baby in a trench coat. I can't have you wandering alone, if possible." Dean replied. "Why do you ask?"
"I just find it, well, sort of... Nevermind." He says, getting into the car. Dean starts up the car and they're off.
Dean
Castiel acts awkwardly the whole way back to the motel. Dean thinks it's strange, but as usual, he doesn't mind it. But lately, Castiel has been acting almost affectionate towards him. He's tried not to notice, but it's hard to ignore. He decides that he'll ask Castiel what's going on after a few episodes of 'Family Feud'. Once they finally arrived at the motel, Castiel unlocks his door and welcomes Dean in, who brushes his shoulder with Castiel's on the way past him. He can't go crazy about Cas yet. Even though all he wants to do is confess his love for him then rip Castiel's clothes off, he can't. He doesn't know how Castiel feels yet.
Castiel
Dean sits in the living room, turning on the television as Castiel saunters off to the kitchen area, putting the ingredients on the counter. All of a sudden, he thinks of an idea.
"Dean, would you like to come bake a pie with me?" He raises his voice just enough for Dean to hear him.
"Is that what you bought at the market? Pie ingredients?" Dean asks back, shutting off the television and slowly standing up.
"Honestly, yes." Castiel replies, leaning against the counter as Dean approaches. Castiel looks into his beautiful eyes and sighs. He wants to scream "I love you!" at the top of his lungs, but all he was able to do was smile at him. Dean returned the favor and they started mixing the ingredients. When they put it in the oven to bake, Castiel sat down at the small table while Dean leaned on the counter.
"So.." Dean sighed. Castiel looked at him again. The hunter he was in love with.
"Is there anything you'd like to talk about?" Castiel asked, looking him over. Dean grinned.
"I don't know, Cas, man. There's so much I wanna say, but I just don't know how to say it." Dean replied honestly, chuckling a little.
"Find a way. I'd love to hear what you have to say." Castiel almost whispers, a pang of hope tugging at his heart.
"Well, Castiel, I guess the only way to put this is that there's just something about you that just- I don't know, makes you... um.. what I'm trying to say is that you make my heart race, I guess, and um, you're just really handsome and you make me really happy when I get to see you, and I-"
"I love you, Dean." Castiel interrupts. Dean stares at him and blinks a couple times. They sit there, staring at each other for what seems like forever. Then the buzzer goes off, breaking the silence. Dean shakes his head and heads for the oven. Castiel keeps a steady eye on him, his heart racing. Did he really just say that? Dean hasn't responded yet. It's been almost 2 minutes. Castiel loses hope and looks down at his feet.