AN: Not sure what this can be classed as really. It's too long to be a drabble so I guess it's a very, very short fic! Just a little something I started awhile back and only now finished! Hope you guys like it!
Sh*t!
Shit, Dean thought whilst he sat on the bed as he cleaned his gun in the cheap ass motel room they had found.
This wasn't supposed to happen. This just didn't happen to anyone outside a soppy romance novel. It was like a low-budget cheesy film where someone falls in love with the wrong person yet they couldn't help themselves and flailed around miserably, trying to get on with their life and denying everything. If it had been happening to anyone else he would have howled with laughter until he'd split his sides, would have scoffed and told them to get a grip and if anyone asked he'd also flail miserably and deny everything.
He was an angel God dammit! Pun not intended. This was an angel of the Lord here, a celestial being. A fiery warrior of God and Dean had to possibly go and fall in love with him. Shit like this just did. Not. Happen and the way Dean was maybe feeling was all kinds of wrong and that's why it was easier to deny it.
The light feeling in his chest when Castiel spoke his name. Didn't happen.
The heart skipping a beat feeling when their bodies or limbs brushed together. Didn't happen.
The almost blush that came to his face whenever Sam joked about the intense stares he and Cas gave each other. Didn't happen.
The hard to swallow feeling when he turned and Castiel was standing right there. Didn't happen.
He felt a soft and warm wind press against his back and he knew exactly what that meant. He lay his gun down and stood up, turning and looking around the room. As he turned back around he found Castiel standing at least 4 inches from him. His throat clicked as he tried to swallow and found his mouth dry.
"Hello Dean." Castiel said, his voice sounding raw. Dean felt the swelling in his chest and ignored it. He pushed past Cas and grabbed his gun, noticing and also ignoring the skipping of his heart, he said hey back. As he reassembled his weapon he turned back around and found his eyes locking with those ocean coloured depths. At that moment Sam walked in, back from the library, and gave a quiet groan. Neither the angel nor the hunter paid much attention to him.
"Guys. I'm in the room. Stop eye-fucking." That caught Dean's attention and Sam smiled as he sputtered at him, his face feeling like it was on fire. Castiel on the other hand turned to Sam, his eyes wide.
"I..was just leaving. Goodbye." He muttered before disappearing without a sound other than that warm breeze.
Dean stood still for a moment and played the last minute through his mind. He gritted his teeth and grew more frustrated as he remembered each stupid, idiotic thing he had done. There had been no flailing and he hadn't denied anything. But Sam was looking at him with questioning eyes, wanting to know why Cas had turned up and Dean realised he hadn't given him a single bit of information. Castiel had appeared and they had just stood looking at each other.
...Shit, he thought again.