for that one person who told me not to end it there, i'm sorry! here you go. a semi better end...maybe i'll write more ehh

"What?" Dean looked at Sam like he grew a second head, "Why would you say that?"

"Because you do, come on Dean. You know that I know that you know." he couldn't even begin to come up with a response to that so Dean just threw open the door and chased after Cas.

It's not until he was outside in the cold February weather that he could see Cas and his tan trench coat. "Cas!" Dean pulled his arm and forced his friend to look at him. "Man you can't just say that to someone and not expect them to need a little time to wrap their brain around it."

Cas tilted his head to one side and squinted his eyes at Dean, like he always does when he doesn't understand what's going on. "Why? They're simple words. I love you. Seven letters."

"With a huge meaning Cas." Dean was beginning to shake and he regretted not grabbing his jacket. "Listen man we can continue this conversation in my car while I drive you back home before your parents find out your out on a school night."

"I don't want to be a bother Dean."

"Too late man."

They started to walk back towards the complex parking lot when Cas asked Dean a question, "Have you wrapped your mind around it yet?"

Dean pulled out his keys and swung them around his finger, "I don't know."

"Why not?"

Cas was giving him his stare again and Dean just laughed, "I don't know man. It isn't something that happens automatically. But, if I had to give you an answer right now I'd probably say that there are mechanic shops in whatever town you're going to."

Cas groaned and threw up his hands, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I'm told you I'm going to be a mechanic you dumbass." He opened his car door and got in without waiting for a response, Cas climbed in on the passenger side.

Cas's face was red and he looked over at Dean with a goofy grin on his face, "And just last week when we were watching that movie with your mother you claimed not to have a heart."

"I'm not admitting to having one now."

"Liar."

"So? What you going to do about it?"

"You seem to have forgotten that year I went to camp." Castiel smiled slightly, like he was unsure it was the right expression.

Dean's face was blank for a little bit, "What does that have to do with anything."

"It was an all boys camp Dean. Force once I'm more experienced than you."

Something stirred in Dean's stomach and his whole body flushed hot. "Oh."