a/n: yeah here's a part two 'cause someone asked for it idk


Dean and Cas were sitting together on the floor of a beautiful beach-front house with floor-to-ceiling windows along the side of the house, allowing for a spectacular view of the ocean. Castiel had his arms wrapped around Dean who held onto the lapels of Castiel's ever-present trenchcoat.

"I've never met anyone like you before," Castiel repeated, his tone softer and more genuine than the first time he'd said it. "Usually when I meet someone new, I feel awkward and shy, but with you it's different." Castiel held Dean's hand in his own where it rested on his chest. "I feel I can talk to you. You know what I'm thinking without my having to explain it to you in fancy terms. We speak each others' unspoken language—" Dean stopped him with a light touch of his finger to the angel's lips.

"You want it," Dean whispered, "I want it." The hunter gently ran a knuckle down the angel's jaw. "You know I want it. You don't have to bullshit me to get it. And even if you do bullshit me," he leaned in closer, "you'll still get it." He went to press his lips to Castiel's when something jerked him awake.

Dean stirred and looked across the front seat of the Impala to Sam who was driving.

"Hey! Watch the pot-holes, bitch," he grumbled harshly, trying to forget about his dream.