Dean's eyes widened as he quickly shoved Sam away. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"I don't know man, I don't know!" Sam gripped his hair in both hands, before pressing his fingers to his temples in an attempt to make soothing circles to calm himself down. He took a few deep breaths, while just stood there, with an expression of half sock, and half disgust.
Sam spoke slowly, "I just started having these feelings one day and I…I just didn't know what to do about it. I have been so good at ignoring them all these years and-"
"All these years? Sam, exactly how long have you…has this been going on?" He couldn't manage to say the words "How long have you had these feelings for me?"
Sam leaned against the wall and sank down to the ground. "Five years." Dean stood there silently before muttering, "I'll leave you alone to think. I need to sleep." He then walked back to his hotel room, where Castiel still laid on the bed. Castiel's pale body laid entangled in the off white sheets of one of the queen sized beds that was in the room. He was now shirtless and only wearing a pair of pale blue and white striped boxers.
The moonlight filtered in through the russet colored curtains and showed Castiel laying there. Dean smiled as the door opening caused him to wake up. Castiel blinked a few times and yawned. "I'm sorry. I got really tired. Would you like me to leave?" Dean slid out of his jacket and tossed it onto the desk. "Actually that's the last thing I want you to do Cas." He took off his shirt and pants and tossed them both onto the table beside the bed, so that he was also only wearing his dark, forest green boxers. Castiel straightened the sheets and pulled them up so that Dean could lay beside him. Dean smiled and crawled underneath the blankets with Castiel, scooting close to him. Dean laid on his side so that they were facing each other.
Castiel smiled, staring into the hunter's green eyes which were squinted from the smile he too had spread across his face. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's waist and pulled him close until their bodies were touching as much as possible. Castiel sighed happily as he wrapped his arms around Dean's shoulders and entwined their legs together. Dean chuckled a little and slid one of his hands up the contours of Castiel's chest, causing tiny shivers to go down is spine. Dean's hand rested on the back of Cas's neck and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Castiel moaned quietly and kissed back, tightening his grip on Dean's shoulders.
"I…I love you…" Castiel whispered between kisses. Dean whispered "I love you too." Breaking away from the kiss to feel Castiel's heated breath on his face. Dean closed his eyes, in complete bliss with his angel. It didn't matter if Castiel wasn't technically an angel anymore, because he would always be Dean's angel. Dean buried his head in Castiel's shoulder. "Castiel…" he whispered quietly. Cas close his eyes, concentrating on the sound of Dean's breathing. "Yes Dean?"
"I heard this story about this guy going out to the store and buying the most expensive bottle of white wine in the place to celebrate is daughter's twenty-first birthday, which is the next tomorrow." Dean felt the need to whisper even though no one else was in the room with them. Castiel, entranced by Dean's voice, hung onto every word.
Dean continued. "Well, this guy, he goes home and his daughter is so happy that her father thought of that. So they go to sleep that night and she wakes up in the middle of the night because of sirens outside her house. Her dad had died of a heart attack." Castiel gasped slightly. "This doesn't sound like a happy story." Dean smiled a little. "It gets better. It has a lesson, just watch."
"OK so anyway, she had promised her dad that she would drink it with him on her birthday. But since she didn't get the chance to, she never opened it, and kept on a shelf for the next twenty years. Until one night, she was sitting in her trailer, drunk as all hell, with her kids off on their own, and she just got a letter from the woman her husband had been having an affair with." Castiel interrupted again. "Dean it's just getting worse. I don't understand the lesson." Dean merely replied with a warning glance that said, "Stop interrupting or I'll stop speaking." Which coaxed a quiet 'I'm sorry." Out of Castiel.
"So she gets so angry that she starts throwing things around the room, and the bottle of white wine from her father fall to the ground and shatters. She drops to her knees crying over the broken pieces, wishing she had decided to drink it earlier in life, but she wasted it."
Castiel stared at Dean, wide eyed and close to tears. "What kind of lesson was that?" Dean kissed him. "This is the good part. And trust me it is taking everything out of me to try to be, god help me, cute. You see I thought about it, and well you're kind of like my white wine. I didn't want to waste the opportunity of being with you."
Castiel smiled wide and pulled Dean into another kiss. "You're really bad at being the human equivalent of 'cute'. Yet for some reason I find that even cuter." Dean laughed and hugged Castiel tighter, causing him to smile again.
Dean yawned and Castiel muttered, "Good night, Dean." And he said good night back. Dean whispered the words "I love you" as he drifted off to sleep, and after he did Cas whispered back "I love you too Dean…granted that was probably the cheesiest, most confusing story I have ever heard in my life but…I'll always love you…" as he buried his head in Dean's shoulder falling asleep a few seconds after.
A few hours later, Sam quietly snuck into the hotel room, his eyes no longer red from tears. He had figured out that his story for Dean would be that he spent a few hours walking up and down the block until he cleared his head. That's all that happened. Yet somehow as soon as he saw them lying in bed together, tightly embracing one another as if they would die if they were forced to let go, caused him to force himself to his own bed and use everything he had in him not erupt into tears. It didn't work though. The moment is head touched his pillow, they spilled over the rims of his eyes like lava over the mouth of a volcano, and they burnt probably just as much too. He was quiet about it though. But there was something wrong. He hadn't just walked up and down the block a few times. He closed his eyes to try and soften tears, and when they opened, they were pitch black.