Flickering neon lights from the motel sign outside illuminated the room. The lamp was very damp, casting an almost eerie glow on the faces of Sam, Dean, and Castiel. The brothers sat separately on one of the two beds, and the angel was pointedly sitting in chair in the corner.
It had been a long and especially dangerous hunt, and exhaustion was creeping over them. Dean was trying his hardest to ignore the throbbing pain in his arm from a deep gash he had received.
To worsen their difficulties, hunger was setting in.
Breaking the ice, Sam announced, "You know what? I'll go out and get us all a treat. Rest up." His tone was calm and caring.
Dean carefully stood, patting his little brother on the back. "Thanks, Sammy. Means a lot."
Sam nodded, a content smile spreading across his face. He slung a jacket over his shoulder and exited the motel room.
Alone together, Dean and Castiel heard the sound of the Impala driving away, getting softer and softer.
Dean, afraid of the impending awkwardness, walked over to the small counter and began to cleanse his wound. He drizzled the cold water over it, and sprinkled the disinfectant over his scarred flesh. He let out a slightly pained noise, and soon yelped in shock as Castiel placed a hand on his shoulder from behind.
"Damn it, Cas, watch out." He rolled his sleeve down and put away the first aid kit.
"Sorry...I am nervous." Castiel announced. Dean gazed at him, watching as the angel...blushed.
"Um, are you okay? Nervous?" The hunter inquired. He became very aware of how tight of quarters they were in, in a secluded corner of the room further minimized by the little counter and cabinet.
Castiel exhaled. "Ah, yes. Nervous. Anxious."
He backed up a few feet and locked his hands behind his back. "You're acting kinda weird, man. What's got you wound up?"Dean said.
The angel closed his eyes for a moment before taking a determined step forward and sighing.
"Dean Winchester, I am experiencing complicated feelings. For you." He stated, his face remaining deadpan.
Dean was a little confused, he shook his head and said, "Oh yeah? What kind?"
Castiel leaned in closer."After extensive study into how to recognizing emotions I have come to the conclusion that it is love. I love you, Dean." He closed his eyes. "I have for a long time."
There was a quick moment of silence as the words hung in the air.
"Oh. I see..." Dean was unsure how to react. He knew he had been feeling some intense emotions towards Castiel...but were they love? He was unsure what this kind of love was supposed to be like.
"Can I ask a favour?" Castiel quietly said.
"Shoot."
"Could you...?" Not finishing his sentence yet, the angel leaned even closer. Their eyes were locked, and in them flashed understanding. Understanding of what they felt.
Dean pulled Castiel in, locking his arms around his torso, and kissed him. He let his lips linger for a decent amount of time, surprised at how exhilarating it felt.
When Dean looked at the angel, he felt a smug pleasure at how Castiel was blushing uncontrollably and looking at the ground.
Finally, the angel straightened up. "I love you. Goodnight."
The familiar beating of wings as Castiel disappeared reminded Dean of the angel's heart as he had kissed him.