#Destiel

Sam had recently started going on to this website called Tumblr, and let's just say it had turned into an obsession. He would spend day and night, all of his free time, on this God-forsaken website. But one day... Things got interesting.

"Hey, Dean, can you call Cas down here for a sec? I gotta show you guys something."

"Oh no. It's not on that Tumbly or whatever that thing is, is it?"

"Yeah it is but—"

"Nuh-uh. I'm not looking at... whatever it is you look at."

"Dean seriously. There's stuff on here about you and Cas so would you just call him down?"

Dean sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah. Whatever. Fine. Castiel, if you've got your ears on, c'mon down 'cause Sammy has to show us something. Don't know what but it pertains to us so, yeah. Fly on over."

There was a familiar flutter of wings, and Cas appeared.

He quirked his eyebrow. "You called?"

"Yeah. Sam here thinks there's something about us on... What's it called?"

"Tumblr."

Dean points at Sam. "Yeah, that."

Cas furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't understand."

Sam readjusted in his seat.

"It's this thing on the internet; it's a microblogging platform and social networking website. It lets users post multimedia and other content to a short-form blog."

Dean and Cas both stare at him, totally lost.

"Yeah can you dumb that down from Vulcan to Kirk please?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Tumblr is a website itself, where people can create their own blogs. Blogs are basically where you post stuff, but it usually has to do with your life or interests, not just random stuff . Most of it is teens posting gifs—moving images—that they think are funny. But get this; there are tons of blogs about Chuck's books."

Dean glared at Sam. "Okay, moving along to where Cas and I are involved."

"Okay okay. Apparently 98 percent of the fans of Supernatural, or the 'Supernaturalists' as they call themselves, ship Destiel."

Dean looks to Cas. "Do you understand what he's saying? 'Cause I'm pretty sure it's not English."

Sam sighs exasperatedly. "Okay. Dean, do you remember the Slash fans?"

Dean cringed. "Ugh. Yeah, unfortunately."

"Okay well this is sorta like that, but..." Sam bites the insides of his cheeks to keep from laughing.

"Spit it out!"

"They would also put you and Cas into a relationship."

Dean's jaw drops, and Cas's eyes widen.

Sam stands up and walks away saying, "There's fan art and stories and stuff. It's on the computer. Take a look at it. I have to say, I agree with them 100 percent."

Dean whips his head over to Sam. "You... You WHAT?"

"Bye, Dean!"

And with that, Sam is gone.

Dean sighs. "Well. Why the hell not."

Dean sits in the chair Sam was in and Cas stands behind him. The first picture they come across is a picture of him and Cas kissing, and it looked so much like them that it freaked Dean out a little, but made something peculiar rise in his stomach. Then it was a fanfiction about them at Sam and Jess's wedding, meeting, then eventually getting married. That one moved Dean to tears, though he would never admit it. They saw picture after picture after fanfiction after fanfiction. Suddenly, the idea didn't seem so preposterous. Dean thought back to all he had been through with Cas, the good, the bad, and the creepy. He realized how different he was around him, happier usually. Then he realized just how many times he had caught Cas saving him, watching him sleep, being in close proximity to him, and the little touches that he hadn't noticed. Was all of it on purpose? All of this made Dean ask himself one question: Was he in love with Cas?

And the answer was yes.

Dean looked back at Cas, and he looked down at him with a soft smile on his lips, his blue eyes staring right at him with such affection that Dean was at a loss for words.

"Cas. Hey, uh, I think I need to tell you something."

Cas's eyebrows furrowed together.

"Yes, Dean?"

Dean scratched the back of his neck, unsure of how to proceed.

"Well we've been through a lot together, and I uh... We've become really close."

Cas nods, urging Dean to continue.

"Cas, I-I love you."

Cas's soft smile cracks into a huge grin. He pulls Dean up out of his chair, and pulls him close, causing excited butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

Cas looks up at Dean. "I know."

And then Cas presses his lips to Dean's, and they're kissing. Over and over and over, like Dean was drowning, and Castiel was air.

Cas finally separates, and smiles up at Dean. Dean looks down and smiles back, grinning from ear to ear.

Sam walks in smiling as well, excited that they finally got together. What could he say, they were his real life OTP.

Dean looks over to Sam. "The guy just Han Solo'd me!"

Sam laughs and Cas hugs Dean tighter. Dean kisses Cas on his forehead, then his lips again.

"I love you, Castiel," he says more confidently now.

"I love you, too Dean."