So, in honor of Valentine's Day (I know I'm a day late) I decided to write this little things because… just cause (anyone get the reference there? ;). Hope you guys enjoy, and Supernatural isn't mine *pathetic sigh*

Dean was alone in the motel room, sleeping as much as he could while Sam was out at a bar. He had gotten hurt ("just a scratch") on the last hunt, and really just wanted some sleep. He had three long, deep gashes on his leg, and it was one of the rare injuries he actually admitted to hurting.

A flutter of wings, and Dean was awake immediately, already sitting up with his legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the searing pain.

"Cas?" Dean muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and kicking the tangled blanket off.

"Dean," Castiel said quietly, rubbing his eyes as well. He looked pale, but his eyes were red-rimmed, and his lips were trembling… damn, why did Dean notice his lips?

"You ok?" Dean asked, his eyebrows furrowing together as he tilted his head slightly in concern. To see his friend so… human, it was the very opposite of his usually stoic self.

"Gabriel…" Cas sighed, sitting down next to Dean, who unconsciously scooted away slightly. "Gabriel is dead."

He put his head in his hands, and it took Dean a moment to realize what was happening. Cas, his best friend, the angel that had saved him, the one who sacrificed everything for him, was crying. Not loud, sobbing, noticeable tears, but quiet tears, the kind that hurts the people around you most because they know it really hurts this time. The kind that you know is real, because most people cry loudly, because they want attention, but this kind is silent because the person just can't stop.

"Cas…" Dean said, putting one arm around the angel's shoulders, slightly awkwardly. "I'm sorry Cas."

Cas didn't say anything in response, he only turned and cried into Dean's shoulder. Dean awkwardly turned and wrapped his arms around the angel, his hardened heart breaking ever so slightly.

"It's ok Cas," Dean found himself saying, nearly against his will. He hated sappy chick-flick moments, he hated seeing the ones he loved cry (loved?), and he hated emotions for making life ever harder. "It's ok, it's ok. I'm here, I'm right here." He wasn't quite sure why he was saying this, only that he was, and he desperately wanted his angel to stop crying. Wait, his angel? Since when had Cas become his?

"H-he was my brother!" Cas cried into Dean's t-shirt, winding it tightly in his fists.

"I know, I know," Dean whispered, rubbing Cas's back comfortingly. "Shh, it's ok. I know it hurts, I do. I've got you, you're ok." He felt like such a sap, but he couldn't stop. He went into big-brother-mode whenever someone cried, but this time was different. He still wanted to protect his angel (he had given up on questioning the his part), but it was just… different.

"Why does it hurt?" Cas asked, sounding like a small child.

"Because losing someone you love always hurts," Dean sighed. "It's because you love them."

"I think I hate loving people," Cas sniffled.

"Love is actually a wonderful thing," Dean said, pulling away to look down at Cas, whose eyes were red and cheeks were tear-stained. He brushed the tears off his angel's face with his thumbs, leaving his warm hands to rest on Cas's cool cheeks.

Then… he did something he never thought he would have the courage to do. It took more guts than killing anything he'd ever killed, or saying goodbye to anything he'd ever loved. Dean kissed Cas.

So, I hope you guys enjoyed that! I ship Destiel, only fluffily (is that even a word?) though. Please leave a review, they are VERY much appreciated, and I'll take just about any fic request! Thanks for reading! :D