So this is my first time posting here everybody, and i attempted a short little drabble. I am truly sorry for grammatical/spelling errors and if my paragraphs are a bit long, and I hope you can enjoy it despite my lack of skill.

Dean looked absently in his rear view mirror. All he saw was the road he was leaving behind, and the empty reflection of his emerald eyes. Glancing over at Sam, curled up and quietly snoring in the passenger seat, he let his mind wander. It was these small moments of serenity that he was thankful for. Dean treasured them. These moments were the only breaks he received in his insane life. Dean smiled a little to himself, insanity or not, he was still able to find happiness in the little things.

There was something else he'd been able to find happiness in lately, or rather someone else. Dean chuckled softly at the thought of Cas, and he rubbed his face as if to wipe his growing smile off. Cas was like the jigsaw puzzle Bobby had bought for him when he was a kid. It didn't matter that Dean had completed the puzzle a hundred times, each time he would forget where a few pieces went and he would need to take time to figure it out.

The same went for Castiel. No matter how sure Dean was that he'd figured Cas out he was thrown for a loop. But Dean didn't mind. Especially since Cas was around so much lately. Dean was slowly starting to realize how fond he'd become of Cas. And not fond in a good-to-have-you-around-bro sort of way; fond in a way that left Dean lonely when Cas wasn't there, fond in the way that left Dean pining for any excuse to call the angel. Dean wished desperately that Cas could be around 24/7. He wished that he didn't need an end-of-the-world type problem to get Cas' attention. But, whatever, right? Cas had his own problems up in heaven. Dean was lucky the angel considered him a worthy cause in the first place. Especially when Cas had chosen such a handsome vessel.

At that, Dean's train of thought shifted for admiration of his angel, to serious life contemplation. Had he always been gay? He didn't think so, then again, the copious amount of female bedmates he'd had made a strong argument for over-compensation. There was also that one time in high school when he experimented with a guy, Benny something. Dean couldn't remember. But that was just confusion, not that it wasn't fun. Dean smiled again, so maybe he was still a bit confused, but so what? He stopped caring a long time ago when his feelings first started making themselves known. It had been a long month of butterflies and the occasional wet dream. But he had dealt with that, and was trying to weasel away from denial. It was difficult but he was making steady progress. Dean could now admit that he had genuine feelings for Castiel. He wasn't going to go around telling people though, it was Dean's secret, and that was okay. Life would go on and eventually these pesky feelings would go away.

Sam coughed, and Dean jumped slightly. Torn from his reverie, he put his full attention on the road. With the moment gone, so were his girly thoughts. Dean shook his head a bit and shifted in his seat. He directed his thoughts back to the case he and Sam were chasing. And this was how he coped, constantly distracting himself with work and burying his feelings. Day after day.

so the ending was a tad cheesy and cliche, but oh well. please review/comment, because feedback would be much appreciated :)