Chapter 3: Different ways of confessing your love
There are a lot of ways to say three simple word: I love you, you can say them in one word or a hundred a glance or a kiss, a hug, or a smile,or just say 'I love you' or you could be castiel. And When you're castiel you cant simply say I Love you Dean Winchester. I loved you when i pulled you from hell, I love you when you tried to kill me, I loved you when i tried to become God, I loved you when we were in purgatory , I loved you when all the angels fell, I love you still and forever dean. Because life didn't love you that much.
Castiel sat gazing at the green eyed demon hunter in question , taking in all his fetrues his beautiful face, well built body, his callused hands and perfect lips...the things castiel wants to do to that man...they were not angelic thoughts. No, Not at all.
"You done staring yet feather head" grunted Dean glancing away from his magazine to look at the black haired angel to his left.
Castiel felt his cheeks feel with red and his lips go dry, emrased of thinking about the man and getting caught staring made the celestial look down at his shoes and click them together.
"I am sorry dean." He whispered , gaining a roll eyes and 'whatever' from the hunter,
This was castiels way of saying : I love you, It was by not saying it because dean didn't want that , dean didn't need it.
With Crowley it was a different story...less complex?... No, not at all. In-fact maybe more. Because Crowley didn't not say it. Infact he liked to say it...but the way he said it was like he was lining like it was a joke to him. Hell Knows he wishes it was a joke to him.
He would gladly sell his soul again for it to be a joke. Because that's what it should be. Dean and castiel may not know it but they ... they were a match made in heaven. Sam and Crowley they were..well they were not. Sam was an abomination with demon blood thumping through his veins and Crowley was the ex-king of hell.
But dammit He felt something for his stupid moose...hells they were so alike, him and James. Not just the wavy hair, big strong build, sexy smirk...but they thought the same. They were both so very different from the rest of the world, its what Crowley loved about them. He had loved James enough to sell his soul...and now well dammit he was falling hard for this stupid moose , this stupid, sexy, strong-willed, smart , funny, lovely, straight moose of his.
"You want somthing?" asked Sammy from the kitchen.
" Yes please, I'll take a sandwich with you on it , cause babe you look tasty, if you please." Smirked the ex-demon devilishly
"I hate you." groaned Sam
"I love you too Moose"