Chapter 1

Dean loves Castiel.

How could he not. With those pretty blue eyes like the depths of the ocean. They captivate him every time he looks into them. He can see everything that the angel is feeling in his hair. It's always in a beautiful chaos. It always looks so soft and Dean just wants to run his fingers through it. And his voice. It's so deep and like gravel. It shoots tingles through Dean's body every time Cas talks. And that ever present trench coat. It was now a sense of comfort for Dean after spending so much time with the angel. And his always crooked blue tie. He wants to fix it but at the same time he wants it to stay that way forever.

Dean loves every part of Cas but Cas will never know. Dean knows Cas will never feel the same so why should he tell him. It hurts but it's better this way.

Cas loves Dean.

How could he not with those sparkling green eyes, like emeralds. He could stare into those eyes all day. He can see all the love, compassion, and brokenness in his eyes. And his freckles. Those beautiful spots on his skin like the stars in the sky. Cas just wants to kiss and count every spot on the other man's face. And his smell. He always smells like whiskey, gunpowder, leather, and something completely Dean. it comforts him, it's why he always stands so close. It helps him get through everything going on around them. And his soul. It's the brightest he's ever seen. Dean thinks that his soul is black and broken but Cas knows better. It's brighter than 1,000 suns and more beautiful than 1,000 sunsets. He could stare at it all day and never get tired of it.

Cas loves every part of Dean but Dean will never know. Cas knows Dean will never feel the same so why tell him. It hurts but it's better this way.