Dean ran off to a random motel nearby, his eyesight blurred with unshed tears that he held back. He fell asleep on the lousy bed as his heart beat heavy with angst and pain. When he reawaked it was around one AM; his strange craving for Castiel's body gone, but the memories still fresh in his mind. He felt the remorse and loneliness wash over him, not only had he just assaulted his best friend, but he without a doubt ruined his chances with the angel. He had been feeling the 'more than pals' vibe from Cas for about a year now, but he held it back remembering all of his other serious relationships failing miserably. Castiel was his best friend and Dean absolutely would not jeopardize that, but the nights events seemed to make his valiant efforts disappear.

He laid frozen on the mattress massaging his temples trying to make excuses for himself and Cas, so they wouldn't have to deal with this in the morning. He thought back even further, flinching as he remembered the kiss they shared. It had been so serious, and long, and- Dean shivered -real. It was like his heart had melted into a puddle that slowly formed on the ground; that had never happened before. No kiss, not any of Dean Winchester's numerous kisses, felt like that. He buried his head in his arms, as if to hide his blush from prying eyes. Dean admitted that if anyone would be prying at him that it would probably be Cas, and he doubted that he would see Cas or anyone for a while. He couldn't face anyone right now, least they all think him insane for being red in the face and stuttering like a girl with her first crush.

Dean growled at his stupid thoughts, being sappy like a chick flick movie, but he had to give himself this one moment to admit his inner turmoil. He honestly didn't care what Bobby and Sam would say if they saw him in this condition. He would gladly let them tease him for the rest of his life if only he could have Cas. He was in love, and he grimaced at the idea of it. He almost called Sam twice, but chickened out both times, he wouldn't be able to understand and help. He wouldn't understand that even though this love hurt much worst that hell, Dean would still endure it because it felt so good to be near the angel even only for a minute. The wound in Dean's heart wouldn't heal without Castiel, and he would bleed for as long as he had to. Dean, a man of little belief, got down on his knees, and prayed to his angel for forgiveness.

Castiel sensed the prayer even before it came in and groaned, rubbing his eyes with fists slowly. Dean sounded desperate, and Castiel understood why, though he wished he didn't. Dean's thoughts were messy and incoherent as he tried to pick out the right words to say. They stuttered and rattled for a bit in Castiel's mind before he finally gave off a message, of three little words that Cas probably looked into too much.

"I need you."

In a flash he appeared before Dean, still bent in prayer not noticing the angel's presence in the room. What did the human mean? That he only need a friend, that he needed Castiel in his life, or- Cas swallowed- that he still urged for his body? Dean was still praying, unaware of Castiel only being a few feet in front of him. Even though the words were mumbled, the angel heard them loud and clear, piercing his ears with a sweet, bitter noise.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me. I- I didn't-" he broke off breathing harshly, battling something internal that Castiel couldn't quite understand. "I didn't mean it."

Castiel flinched and stepped back, the floor boards creaking beneath him, signaling his arrival. Dean looked up with a shocked, surprised, face and for a moment Cas saw him without a emotional mask, a face that only Castiel had ever seen. He could read Dean perfectly in this state and it made him so confused. The love, and the want, and the need were still there and more prominent than ever. That was when Cas realized the truth.

Dean was on his knees begging for forgiveness, his forgiveness, because he was afraid. He was afraid because he felt the same. Dean thought that he didn't like him like that, Castiel would only see him as a friend, the same way Castiel had feared that Dean saw him. Dean's face was stoic again instantly, but Castiel wouldn't let it go, and went down on his knees in front of Dean as well, so they were on equal grounds again.

"Cas, I-" Neither of them could remember the last time Dean had been so speechless, but neither cared to try and remember because they only wanted to live in that moment. Cas knew Dean wouldn't like the sudden contact, but he pulled him into a close embrace anyway. He wouldn't let go or pull away until he got the answers he wanted. He was still unsure, but the rush he felt was fueling his courage.

"Hello Dean." he murmured and felt the hunter relax in his soft grip. They didn't speak at first, even though avoiding the conversation was out of the question. Dean tried pulling away but Castiel held fast, afraid to look him in the eyes.

"Cas, you need to let me go." The angel shook his head frantically, his chin rubbing against Dean's shoulder slightly, he continued to keep his friend locked in his grasp.

"I need the truth Dean." He said ignoring the demand to release the Winchester. Dean pulled back as far as he could to look at Castiel's face. His expression was filled with panic that read 'Are you crazy?'. Cas denied himself the urge to hide himself in the nook of Dean's neck so he wouldn't have to see that face, but decided that the current the situation called for eye contact. They each tried not to turn red under each other's intense gaze.

Dean felt his emotional wounds opening up, his blood was boiling, he felt like he was being drained. This was what Castiel did to him. He remembered that he had promised to endure the pains of this relationship, the teasing he would receive from his family, and all of the hate they might get, so long as he could have Cas, his angel. He swallowed the lump of nervousness and could hardly believe that the moment had come. Castiel was asking the question and now he would answer it, and everyone would know. To Dean, this night have been the end of his ideal world.

"The potion just made me really horny" he admitted awkwardly, noticing the disappointment flash across Castiel's face. The angel let go of him and settled his line of sight at the ground. Dean slapped himself for saying the wrong thing and tried again. "But I've loved you for much longer than tonight."

Dean flinched as Cas' blue orbs shot back up to his green ones, his head tilted in a dazed manner. The hunter flashed him a nervous smile and held up his hand. Cas didn't even bother taking it, he reached up and held Dean's face in his palms and slowly brushed his trembling lips over his mouth. It was a proper first kiss in comparison to their other, less authentic one. It only lasted for a second and ended with Cas grinning at Dean's somewhat bewildered appearance.

Once again they were hugging and Dean thought that even if the whole world could see them, he wouldn't care. He would be happy to live with these wounds so long as he had his angel. He could handle Bobby and Sam's joking so long as he had Castiel. He would put up with a million chick flick moments so long as Cas was in every single one. They held each other for may hours, believing they would never let the other go.

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update guys. By the way, this is inspired by the song and may not be entirely based on the song, let me know if you think I did okay. Ugh, I wrote such sappy crap. I hope you guys liked it.