Dean jolted awake to the sound of the old motel door opening.

"Cas?"

"I'm here, Dean," the familiar gravel voice rumbled from the doorway.

"Where the hell were you?" Dean asked, his voice harsher than he meant, shoving the covers aside and moving over to grab the angel by his lapels. "I was worried about you, Cas! You're just a baby in a trench coat!" He felt his lower lip start to tremble and he yanked Cas closer, hugging him tight. "Jesus, Cas…"

"Don't blaspheme, Dean," the angel chided, gently rubbing the hunter's back. "I'm fine. I just… I needed to step out for a moment. I was feeling overwhelmed."

"Why?" Dean asked, carding his fingers through the dark curls.

"I… I never expected you to reciprocate my feelings. It was…. It's a shock to discover it now."

"Cas... I-i.. GOD! Why is this so hard to say?" Dean was on the verge of tears. Cas kissed his cheek, moving him to the bed.

"Why is what so hard to say, Dean?" he asked, looking deep into the other man's eyes.

"I. Love... You?" Dean replied, a single tear running down his face.

"Was that a statement or a question?" Cas was staring at him, his head cocked so he looked a little like a bird.

"GOD, Cas, I love you, I love you and when you smile my heart melts into a pile of goo."

"Stop your blaspheme," Cas warned gently. "That sentence could have been perfectly romantic. It seems it rather got away from you."

"Cas, I'm not lying. I may lie for a profession, but I LOVE YOU," Dean said holding on to Cas' lower thighs.

Cas gripped Dean's hands, setting them back in his own lap. "I never accused you of lying, Dean Winchester. Merely of not being a romantic." His eyes danced with a special, teasing light.

Dean took this opportune moment to push Cas onto the bed, swooping in for a kiss.

Cas laughed softly, gently pushing him away. "Dean, really. I don't think this is the best mood for…" Dean leaned close again. "Dean Winchester! I swear to my Father, if you don't cease this, I will be forced to leave again!" He tried to sound intimidating, but he was laughing too much for his threat to carry much weight.

"Fine," Dean huffed out, standing up and walking over to the sink. "SHIT! Where's Sam? He should be back here by now."

Cas smiled at him, shaking out his wings a little before folding them against his back. "He's fine, Dean. You trained your brother well. He can take care of himself."

"I know, but-"

"But, nothing. Can't you trust me, Dean? For once, just trust that I know what I'm talking about?"

Dean nodded "It's just that I'm his-" The door slammed open, showing a very drunk Sam slobbering all over a very happy Gabe. "FOR FUCKS SAKE COULD YOU TWO PLEASE"

"Get a room? I believe they thought this one was unoccupied," Cas said, very, very amused.