What You Call Love
Explaining love to Cas was a difficult thing. It was oddly enough one of the angel's favorite subjects. Well, more like human emotions was his favorite thing to ask about, but love was definitely up there. Every time he explained the feelings that went along with it, Cas seemed to get mixed up and confused it with friendship. And once every discussion Dean would hear the words, "But those are the feelings I get, and you keep saying that we're close friends." Dean really could be dense sometimes.
Perfect Situation
Dean supposed that he should feel sad, but all he felt was empty. The whiskey helped with the numbness though. They had a good thing going for a long time. Just two brothers and a reject angel against the world and even though it had been tough most times, it was good. Because in the end they were there for him. But Sammy was locked up in his mind, and Cas… Dean wasn't gonna think about him. Last time he thought too seriously about Cas some of Bobby's plates got smashed. That stupid sonuvabitch.
Marching Bands of Manhattan:
Cas had left their quaint little apartment after what had seemed like the 100th fight that week, but in reality was only the 5th. Dean drank himself into a stupor till Sammy stopped by to fix his older brother up. Even at his lowest Dean realized that this was all wrong. He was the one who was supposed to take care everyone else, not the other way around. He was supposed to hold everything steady for the world, but he was the one causing chaos. But he couldn't fix himself this time. Cas was gone, and for good this time, he could tell. They had their fights but this one, somehow this one was different. And it was all over.
On My Way:
Poor angel never knew what was coming for him. He never should have mentioned that he was a virgin, especially not to Dean. Now after too many drinks to count they had somehow ended up the back of the Impala, with yet another empty bottle of whiskey rolling around the ground. No one in the outside world mattered anyone, they were just desperate for the clash of mouth on mouth, skin on skin. Because deep down angels have desires too.
Girls/Fast Cars/Seven Nation army
Romance has been dead for a while now. Anyone who wished for anything special from Dean was kidding themselves. So those nights where all Cas did was sit in the passenger seat in Impala listening to the same 5 albums over and over again were some of his favorite. Because it showed the true nature of the man he loved. He indulged in his simple pleasures, and to let someone else in was a treat. Once a girl that Dean brought home for the night called the Impala a piece of junk, and Cas had to restrain himself almost more than Dean did. What was precious to Dean was precious to Cas.