A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I updated, but it's for an interesting reason. I had a bet going with my best friend to see who could go longer not talking about, reading or writing, or watching any videos that have to do with Supernatural. I lost Friday afternoon, after a week, and haven't shut up about the new episode since then. She's gloating, but on the bright side, you guys get a new chapter! And I get to not feel so bound up anymore.

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"You have-" Castiel began.

"Yes." Dean mumbled.

"Romantic feelings for me?"

Dean shifted and sighed. Couldn't anything just be implied? This was such a chick flick moment. Dean pulled out of the semi-hand-holding and ran a palm over his mouth.

Castiel's face changed and he leaned back.

"Listen-" Dean said, but then he saw the look on Castiel's face. He looked unsettled, like someone had taken his lollipop.

"Do I have romantic feelings for you?" he asked.

Dean stuttered around a little, but finally got the question of "What?" out.

"What if what I feel for you isn't... protective, but romantic?" he thought out loud. "What's the difference?"

"I'm so not talking about this." Dean said, picking up his fork again and distracting himself. He shoved a piece of pie in his mouth and chewed quickly and hard, keeping his head down but looking up at Castiel.

"Dean." Castiel protested.

Suddenly Dean became very aware of everyone around them and hunched protectively over his pie. The older couple glancing in their general direction, the group of teenage boys in a booth across the diner, talking and laughing, and the waitress, who was really the only one paying any attention to them. But Dean was getting paranoid again.

"You started this." Castiel said.

"What?" he jerked his attention back to Castiel.

"Why did you bring this up if you don't want to discuss it?"

Dean sighed and looked at the other plate. "Eat your pie, and I'll tell you."

Castiel sighed and absently started shoveling it in at a speed much slower than Dean's.

"I can't always talk about things." he said quickly, staring at his plate. "You've got to get used to that."

"Why not?"

Dean just shook his head. "Ask Sam."

"Ask your brother about our-" Castiel was beyond confused.

"Not 'our', nothing about 'our'. Just about all this... emotion crap." Dean cringed.

"Why not 'our'?"

"I'll talk to him about that." Dean knew it was a half lie, but he would, eventually… probably.

"Well if you can talk to him about it-"

"You get in the car, I'll pay." He dropped his fork on the table and started to scoot out of the booth.

"No." Castiel said with deep, firm voice Dean couldn't say no to.

"Please." Dean breathed.

"Dean I'm very confused, about a lot of things, please help me." His voice changed so quickly, but his softer tone didn't make Dean want to change his mind. He still just wanted to leave.

"How do you think I feel? This didn't just start you know. It's... since before you fell. Long before you fell. When you were an angel, do you have any idea how awkward that was? Not to mention..."

Dean looked down Castiel's torso to get him to understand.

"Angels do not have genders."

"Yeah but you're human now. So you're a dude. Like forever."

Castiel gave a shrug and nodded.

Dean did the same, thinking he proved his point, until Castiel said,

"But love is love. Two humans can have a connection without labels, can't they?"

Dean squirmed. "But.. you know..." He raised his eyebrows.

Dean made a small thrusting motion with his arms.

"Oh." Castiel breathed gruffly as it finally clicked. He looked down and Dean thought maybe he was feeling as awkward as he was, until he realized he was literally looking down at himself, as if studying it, wondering how it worked.

Dean thought he might completely melt and form a puddle in the floor. And he wouldn't mind that. He looked over at the waitress, who was still smiling and his eyebrows went down. She got the message and went back to her job.

Castiel looked up at Dean and asked, "Should I ask Sam about that too?"

"You know what, why the hell not?"

"Alright."

"Now can we go?" Dean asked desperately.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I haven't finished this delicious pie."

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In the car on the way to get Sam, Castiel sat in the front seat, both men staring out the windshield. It took all of Castiel's will to not look at Dean, but he had to, because he wanted to talk, and looking at the hunter would make him very nervous again. So Castiel just talked blindly to the road ahead of them, thinking he was doing good for doing something so human.

"You were not the only one with doubts." he began.

Dean just glanced sideways at him but Castiel knew he was listening.

"When I was taken away, my superiors saw how close I was getting to you, they understood it differently, they knew."

"They knew what?"

"They knew that I was torn."

"Torn."

"Between you and my orders. I didn't know what mattered more. For a while, I assumed it was the same love that my brothers felt for all humans, but I was told otherwise. Told that I was to stop feeling that way. Angels aren't supposed to feel anything, especially romantic love for a human."

Dean nodded that he understood.

"I tried. I tried to put the Lord above all else. But..." Castiel looked at Dean, gave him a once over. "I couldn't."

Dean flushed knowing that Castiel was looking at him, and his muscles tensed.

They sat in silence, with the radio down, until Dean pulled into the parking lot of the bar. Castiel waited in the car, watching Dean as he walked to the door and went inside. He watched the door until it opened and Sam stumbled out, with Dean guiding him by the upper arm. Castiel gave a smile at the thought that Dean would have no control from Sam's shoulder, since he was so short. Dean was rather short, but so was Castiel. So, Castiel thought, it was another way that Dean was perfect

As they got closer to the car, Castiel got out and got into the back. He had learned quickly that neither of the brothers preferred to ride in the back, unless Sam was tired and wanted to stretch out. Dean always liked to sleep in the front seat.

Sam started to walk right the further they got from the door, and Castiel understood that he was faking being drunk. He started thinking of all the questions he needed to ask, he didn't want to leave anything out.