Dean tossed and turned all night thinking about Castiel. He would never admit it, but every time he closed his eyes, all Dean could see was an ocean of blue staring back at him. When Sam woke up from what must have been a nightmare, Dean got out of bed, resigned from trying to sleep. Of course, it didn't help that the fist thing he saw after getting up was Castiel.

"Good morning, Dean." Castiel didn't even apologize for not addressing Sam. Dean lost control of his brain for a split second, and then managed to stumble over the words.

"Morning Cas."

Castiel couldn't help but stare at Dean. He looked so cute with his hair tousled from sleep. When he realized that Dean looked uncomfortable under his gaze, he averted his eyes to Sam and Gabriel, but his mind was still on Dean.

Today is the day I tell Dean. That was what he said to himself every morning. Today. It definitely will be today. But it never was that day that he told Dean. In fact, Castiel didn't know if he would ever be able to tell Dean.

Castiel had fallen for Dean in every way imaginable. Not only had Cas risked everything for Dean, but he was also head over heels in love with him. When Castiel grabbed Dean's soul in Hell, he felt all of Dean's memories and emotions as if they were his own. Cas hadn't known it then, but he was already falling in love. And every day, Cas told himself, Today is the day I tell Dean, but he just couldn't. If Dean reacted the way Cas thought he might, then any hope of a relationship – not to mention their friendship – would be destroyed.

So was it worth it to tell Dean and put everything at risk, or was it better to play it safe and wait however long it takes?

Sometimes Castiel got his hopes up when Dean looked back at him, locking their eyes. But Dean would almost always be the one to pull his gaze away first. Cas knew that they would never be together if he didn't man up, but he feared rejection.

Cas looked back over at Dean, who was deep in conversation with Gabriel about why killing assholes isn't considered okay. He stared for a while, just admiring both his appearance as well as his soul. Castiel daydreamed about a world where today would be the day that he told Dean. But of course, he would never build up the courage.

"Cas? Castiel? Cas!"

Finally hearing his name, Castiel woke up from his daydream. He realized that he had been staring at Dean for well over an hour, and that now everyone was staring at him.

"Umm… Cas, why were you staring at me?"

Feeling his cheeks go bright red, Castiel panicked and did the only thing that he could physically do: get the hell out of dodge.

When he looked up again, Cas was back in Heaven. He looked up at the sky of the eternal Tuesday afternoon. Castiel sat down and laid his head in his hands.

Nope. Not how it's supposed to go. Sure, Dean had caught Cas looking at him a lot, but never for that long, and he had never asked why. You can't stay up here forever, Cas. You have to face him eventually. Cas stood up and looked at the autistic man flying a kite. See you later.

Castiel arrived back at the motel room, where he saw Sam, Gabriel, and Dean sitting at the table. Sam looked up and smiled at the sight of Cas. Gabriel was the next to look over, and he had a sneaky smirk on his face. Dean hadn't noticed Castiel's presence yet. Sam gently nudged Dean with his elbow, and Dean looked up to see Cas.

"Excuse me Sam and Gabriel, may I talk to Dean alone please?"

Castiel didn't like the look that was exchanged between his older brother and Dean's younger brother. They both quickly said yes and scrambled out of the motel room. Dean gestured for Castiel to sit down across from him.

"What is it Cas?" Dean's green eyes were looking up into Castiel's. Cas sat down, not breaking eye contact.

"Today is the day I tell you."