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Daeva

"What was it like before angels and demons?"

"I don't know, you've been around a lot longer than I have, you tell me."

"I mean in your life. What was your life like before angels and demons?"

"Oh. Demons have always been a part of my life; don't remember anything before it. Angels are still pretty new. I still don't fully understand them. Huh."

"What is it?"

"I was just thinking about Meg."

"That's highly unusual."

"So am I."

"Point taken; go on."

"I wonder if she really knew what she was getting into when we first met all those years ago. You know, I remember the first time I watched her die. She was attacked by some Daeva. She fell out a window. We still thought she was innocent back then. I was naïve to a lot of things back then."

"Dean? It's something I admire about you. Your desire to see…hope. To see humanity in darkness. It's one of the things I love about you. It's one of the reasons I've always put such faith in you."

"Did you just say you love me?"

"I did."

"I…thank you."

"Dean, please don't feel like you have to return the sentiment."

"I know."

"Okay, then in that case I'll just"

"Cas? I love you. That feels so weird saying it to a dude."

"Technically I am a celestial being of indeterminate gender."

"Yeah that's not helping."

"I appreciate the sentiment all the same."

"Just kiss me."

"Okay. But just so I understand: talking did help you sort out your emotions?"

"I plead the fifth."

"That's not a 'no'."

"Yeah, yeah. And by the way: when I suggested we play 'doctor', this is not what I was thinking of."