Dean sighed. After what a fool he had made of himself last week thinking Cas had been talking about him when he gave him the lily, Dean didn't know if he wanted to see the man again or not. His life had been so much simpler before he met Cas.
He had always been attracted to guys and girls; he'd dated both. His family knew, and they loved and supported him anyway. It wasn't the first thing he shared with people, and he'd been bullied about it before. Dean was sure Cas hadn't guessed he was bisexual, and he was also fairly sure Cas wasn't into guys. Dean's luck was never that good.
He was pulled from his thoughts when the bell above the door chimed. He was about to call out a greeting when he saw it was the very person who was currently occupying his thoughts. Speak of the devil, he thought with amusement.
"Hey Cas, what can I do for you today?"
"Hello, Dean, today I'm looking for yellow roses," Cas' smile was breathtaking.
Dean smiled in return. "You're in luck, we just got some in today. I haven't made the arrangements yet though," he chuckled. "You always seem to pick new flowers."
Cas ducked his head a little bit and seemed almost guilty, his chuckle sounding slightly nervous. "Bad luck, I guess. But I don't mind. Your arrangements are so lovely… and I like talking to you, Dean" Cas had looked back up and smiled almost shyly as he said the last part.
Dean's stomach did a little flip. "I like talking to you too, Cas. Alright, let me grab those yellow roses."
Before paying, Castiel once again asked for a single extra flower. Dean smiled as it was handed back to him. He looked up at Cas expectantly.
"Yellow roses mean happiness," Cas said with a bright smile. "I've been feeling very happy lately, Dean."
"That's great, Cas," Dean's smile was just as bright as Cas' was.
"See you next week, Dean!"
A million thoughts ran through Dean's head that night as he stared at the yellow rose sitting in the vase on his kitchen table. "See you next week, Dean!" Did Cas really mean that? Will he be back again next week? And what did Cas mean that he's been "feeling very happy lately"? Could he be happy because of me? I'm being silly, he can't be. He's probably dating someone else. The flowers were probably for his new girlfriend. Dean's stomach dropped, as one more thought crept into his mind unbidden. I don't want him to be dating someone else: I want him to be dating me.