Dean was stood in the middle of the woods. Greens, oranges and browns surrounded him as he took in the sight of the large trees that covered the area. His body was perched against the hood of Baby, his hand smoothing the black surface. He lifted his head, surveying the area one more time. His green eyes jumped across the scene waiting for something or someone to appear. The path he was currently on led to many directions. Dean rubbed his chin as he contemplated his next move. He was unsure how they were going to react; if they were going to react in the first place. He wasn't good with emotions and neither was the other person.

He heaved a heavy sigh as he found himself alone in this setting. Where was he? Of course, the person in question had a tendency to not appear. He was called down here for a reason; not that he expected him to simply ignore his request. Even though it was urgent he just needed to tell his friend. Why wasn't he here?

Dean needed to tell him something that can't wait. He needed to get it off his chest. Honestly, it would make Dean feel a lot better. He needed to tell Castiel or 'Cas' how much he means to Dean.

The silence was too much for Dean as he jumped at the sound of a flock of birds flying over the trees. Pressing a hand to his chest, he attempted to calm himself. Stupid idiot. Just birds. He cursed himself mentally for being jumpy. He lifted himself away from the Impala, his mind running off to somewhere else.

The Impala held so many fond memories of him and Cas. Dean couldn't help but chuckle as he remembered all the times when Cas would appear unexpectedly and very silently, he would make Dean jump out of his wits. He frowned again, he would never admit it but he enjoyed spending time with Cas, even if it cost the time spending it with his brother.

As he turned to open his door, he noticed a figure standing in the distance. It was stood underneath an apple tree. Leaves of yellow and green surrounded his feet on the floor. This put Dean on guard. Who the hell was it? As he walked closer, he took careful steps towards the stranger, he grabbed the knife he had stored in the pocket of his jacket.

Squinting his eyes, the figure finally looked familiar as a beige trench coat swayed to the wind. Dean sighed in relief as he recognised the shadow. It was Cas. How long has he been there? Shaking his head, he placed the weapon back in it's hiding place. He walked towards Cas, never taking his eyes off the angel. His hands itched with nervousness, he frowned to himself at his current predicament. He shouldn't be acting like this. He was a hunter for goodness sake! He wasn't like this when facing off vampires or werewolves. His eyes fluttered back to the figure, unaware they had strayed from his company.

"Cas?" He asked slowly, unsure of what to say.

Cas turned around and nodded his head in acknowledgement. Dean shrugged to himself. Quiet as usual.

"What did you need help with, Dean?" He asked the hunter in a quiet tone. He stepped closer, all the while making sure to keep a safe distance between the angel and the hunter. Personal space, Cas reminded himself.

"Hmm. Actually I didn't. I...well I-I um...Damn it! I just wanted to tell you something." Castiel was surprised. He has never seen Dean like this before.

"Please continue," Castiel tilted his head and gave Dean a confused look.

"Well, I should tell you this often... Thank-Thank you," Dean slapped himself mentally. Why am I so nervous!? Grow up, man. Act like a dude, not a girl.

Cas nodded his head, "your welcome, Dean." He was just about to disappear when Dean suddenly held up his hand to stop him from moving.

"Wait! I'm not done. *clears throat* I-I would like to say... you're -erm- like a brother to me. So yeah- I thought you should know." Dean explained quietly and quickly. He looked away in embarrassment. However, Cas just walked up to Dean and surprised them both- he gave Dean a hug.

"Thank you. You are very close to me too." With that, he disappeared. He probably needs to deal with angel problems.

Dean walked back to his car and slid into the front seat. He rubbed a hand over his face, feeling the stubble growing on his face, and sighed.

Admitting my feelings was hard, Dean thought with an uneasy chuckle.