So my laptop screen has been broken since pretty much the last chapter I posted! Finally fixed it. Here is another chapter. Sorry about the mistakes. I am in a serious hurry to get to work but I've been wanting to post this for days! Hope you enjoy! Oh...Dean will probably be OOC. But that's pretty much a given. Thank you to DowntheRabbitHole55 for their kind review and to anyone that followed this story!

Sorry about the short chapter but I had serious issues writing this!

Dean liked women. It was an undisputed truth. He liked their curved, swaying forms and their soft skin and their breasts that filled his hands so readily. However he wasn't homophobic He believed in love between any person, man or woman. If Sammy sometimes acted more like a girl than even a girl would, then Dean would sometimes question if he wasn't straddling the fence just a little. He never said that he wasn't stereotypical. He had never thought of himself as anything other than straight. He'd never looked at a man before with any other admiration than for their skill as a hunter. Men were rough, body's solid and broad. He'd never felt the faintest stirring of want for a man, ever.

So what he felt for the angel Castiel was something he couldn't explain. He generally liked him, where he merely tolerated almost everyone else. He was quirky and odd and just plain awkward most of the time. Dean had never seen him even attempt a smile. His initial aura of arrogance had given way to a man that Dean had grown to lo-like. He was hilarious. Just thinking of the time that Cas had been his partner and flipped his badge open upside down had him smirking. When he thought of the night that Cas had almost lost his virginity he almost died laughing. Good times.

Cas was, for lack of a better term, his best friend. He was always there when they needed him, rain or shine. The amount of crap that he'd helped them get out of was astonishing. He and Sammy were an awesome team when it was just them, but with Cas they just somehow were awesomer. Was awesomer a word? Whatever, he just knew that Cas had their backs. Having an angel as your ace in the hole was pretty amazing, especially if the angel wasn't a dick like the rest of them. He was convinced that was why he liked the angel so much.

Of course the way that Cas had been acting lately was starting to freak him out. Cas had always shown no regard for personal space, especially when they first met him. He'd gotten better over time, until Dean was no longer afraid that when Cas suddenly appeared he'd land on top of him. Dean ignored the fact that the more normal Cas was starting to act the more Dean was beginning to miss his little quirks, lack of personal space included. So what if he found himself invading Cas' personal space more than once in order to make a point? And he couldn't help it if he felt a little warmer than usual when Cas was in the room. The angel had some sort of freaky body heat that managed to heat up a room.

Then Cas suddenly had an issue with personal space again. He stayed well away from Sam, but with Dean he always appeared right behind him, or so close in front of him that he could kiss Cas if he leaned just a little forward. Not that he'd ever want to kiss Cas, or thought about kissing Cas. Dreams didn't count. He could consider those nightmares if he convinced himself. And boy did Dean do a good job convincing himself that Cas' invasion of space was annoying. Every time he appeared Dean did his best pissy attitude impression. Cas always backed off with a closed expression and a mumbled apology. Dean had the suspicion that the apology was insincere but he shrugged it off. An insincere apology would bring too many suspicions and questions he just didn't want to deal with.

Still Cas was becoming a better hunter. He was a fast learner with weapons and methods of killing all the monsters they hunted. His interaction with people could use some work. He still didn't grasp the concept of lying skillfully and sarcasm, which led to many times that Dean was forced to interrupt him when he tried to tell too much of the truth, or pull him aside and explain that someone was being sarcastic, not intentionally trying to offend them. It made the job interesting to say the least. Dean found that he had more adrenaline and anticipation running through him when Cas was there. He actually looked forward to a new job, always wondering what kind of fast talking he would have to do to keep Cas out of trouble, or an insane asylum.

Sam seemed content with Cas as well. He never said anything negatively about him anyway. Of course Dean could do without the smirks that Sam aimed at them when Cas stood too close, or when Dean told him off when he took too many risks. Sam had some fool notion that Dean had feelings for Cas and it was really starting to piss Dean off. He was able to laugh it off at the beginning but now Sam was just getting on his nerves. And every time Dean got angry at him about it Sam always proved he could pull a new bitchface and stormed off like a baby. The idea of Cas and him as a couple was absurd and disturbing and just wrong. Dean liked woman. Always had, always would. He would go to his grave with that belief.

Of course he already knew he was always good at lying to himself. Dreams where he and Cas did things didn't count. Dreams where he and Cas actually got all girly and talked about feelings and shit just alarmed him. And dreams where Cas realized he was an angel and Dean was just a human just hurt to think about. In those dreams Cas always left, and Dean never saw him again. Missing your best friend was normal and Dean blamed that for when he woke up with a tight throat and unshed tears in his eyes. You were allowed to get a little choked at the thought of your best friend leaving for good. It didn't mean anything.

Dean avoided all thoughts of when he had a nightmare and it somehow turned around. He avoided the thoughts of complete warmth, comfort and love he felt when Cas appeared in his nightmares and soothed all the hurt and anger. He pretended he didn't remember when he woke up to Cas stroking his face because then he would have to admit that Cas was glowing and he was beautiful. He would have to admit, at least to himself that when those nights came he was filled with Cas' love and he was happier in those moments then in any other moment in his life, even sex. He would have to admit that seeing Cas like that made him so hard he felt like exploding and all he wanted to do was pull Cas down on top of him and kiss him until all there was, was lust and love and two people fitting together.

Dean was not gay. And he struggled every day to convince himself of that fact. Being around Cas was torture and perfection and agony. It was only a matter of time before he broke and did something that they would both regret, him most of all.

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