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Castiel looked expectantly into Dean's eyes. Although the silence was awkward, he did nothing to break it. He needed Dean to be the one to say something. After a few minutes, the angel took a step back, finally realizing that Dean probably needed his space.
"I - uh - you what?" Dean stuttered, blinking in disbelief.
"I love you," Castiel repeated a little annoyingly. "I've loved you from the moment I raised you from Hell." He walked to the bed and sat next to the shocked hunter.
Dean continued to sit in silence.
"Dean," Castiel rasped. "Say something." He watched as Dean pulled his hand exasperatedly down his face.
"Get out."
"What?" The angel cocked his head, confused.
"I said get out," Dean replied, a little more forcefully. He stood up, pulling Castiel with him. "Get out get out get out." He pushed him to the door, barely opening it before shoving the flabbergasted angel through it. Dean slammed the door before Castiel could say anything else.
Castiel stared at the outer side of the motel door. The numbers, 215, were tarnished and loose. The paint was chipping and the wood was obviously in need of replacement. Castiel's hand hovered over the doorknob, wanting to turn it and reenter the room, but he knew that was a bad idea.
The sound of tires on gravel and a low rumble of an engine pulled Castiel out of his daze. The Impala was pulling up. He never put any thought to it, but he hadn't seen Sam in the room. He must have been out running errands.
As he heard the clomp of boots on the stairs, Castiel walked to the top of the stairway to meet the taller Winchester.
"Cas!" Sam exclaimed when he saw the angel in front of him. He had his laptop in one hand and two paper bags from McDonald's in the other. The smell of burgers and fries drifted to Castiel's nose. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see Dean," the angel answered shortly.
Sam's face turned from one of surprise to one of horror. "Is he... Is he missing? Not in the room?"
"No. He is there."
Sam scrunched his eyebrows together. "Then why are you out here?"
Castiel looked to the ground. "He kicked me out. Apparently, Dean is not one to appreciate total honesty for feelings."
"What do you... Oh," Sam gasped. "You told him, didn't you?"
Castiel could only respond with silence. His insides were starting to feel weird. It was nothing like he had ever felt before. It was if there were something missing, like there was a big black void in the middle of him. He didn't like it.
"Dude, I'm sorry," Sam said, awkwardly putting his hand holding the bags on Castiel's shoulder.
"I have to go..." And with that, Castiel vanished.