Dean ran a hand through his sandy brown hair, a sigh escaping his pretty pink lips, though he was trying hard to keep it back. His hands shook slightly and his stomach kept making summersaults; Dean worried that he was going to throw up, and wouldn't that just be so romantic?

Keep it together with Winchester. It's not like you haven't done this before.

Dean thought strongly, tugging his left thumb gently as felt another rush of nerves run down his spine.

Last time was with a woman.

A thought whispered, but all it did was make Dean nervous all over again. His tongue darted out to wet his plump lips as he thought about what kind of reactions he might be able to get tonight.

Maybe he'd even get lucky.

A warm blush darkened Dean's face and he coughed as he tried to get rid of it, even though his ears were burning. The thought of him being so intimate with someone he loved... It both excited and worried Dean, and not for the first time, Dean wondered if he was going to be enough.

Tonight was the night that Dean Winchester, notoriously known as the man who stole your girl and left her in bed the next morning, was going to confess his feelings for his best friend, Castiel Novak.

This was not the first time that Dean had tried to confess to his friend, oh no. The first time Dean tried to confess, he had done so with a small bouquet of flowers and a song that he thought, described everything he ever felt for his childhood companion; but Castiel merely laughed and said that he would give the flowers to his mom, because "Isn't that who these are for, Dean?" and as for the song? "It's a good song, I suppose, but it's too girly for me. I hope you're not planning on singing this to a girl? Because honestly, that would be the most chick flick thing you could do."

The second time he had attempted, he had bought the older man some ice cream and took him out to a horror movie, where he had planned to hold Castiel's hand; but when Dean reached for the desired part, Castiel had jumped up in his seat, causing popcorn to go everywhere as he shrilled like a small child.

The third time Dean wanted to confess, he had gotten a couple of his buddies in the orchestra at school (he knew they were lame, but they supported him no matter what so he didn't care) to follow the two friends around, playing a beautiful melody till they reached the "love bridge" where Dean would confess his love and they could end happily ever after; but Castiel had gotten weirded out by the people following them, and then when they got to the bridge, Castiel spotted someone he hadn't seen in years and ran over to greet them, leaving Dean all alone while his friends played on until he finally got hem to stop by paying them their twenty bucks each.

These weren't the only attempts Dean tried, do not be mistaken. Ever since their junior year in highschool when Dean first fell in love with Castiel, he had tried to tell his friend how he felt; but every time, Castiel would get distracted, or he wouldn't get what Dean was trying to say, or it would end in just disaster.

But today, today Dean was going to get it right.

Dean was startled when he heard a key sliding into the lock and being turned, and then the door opened. Dean took a deep breath as he heard Castiel call out "Dean? I'm home!". Dean could feel tremors in his knee as he called back "Welcome home, I'm in the kitchen! Would you come here a moment?" Dean tugged his lip with his teeth as Castiel came closer and closer until he appeared in the kitchen doorway, his black hair a mess as always and his navy blue tie already loosened around his throat. Castiel's usually bright blue eyes were dull today, and Dean could see just how tired Castiel was.

"What is it Dean?"

Castiel asked, leaning against the door frame. Maybe I should wait, he seems tired. Dean thought to himself.

No. If I don't do it now, I'll never do it.

"I was wondering, are you hungry?"

Castiel visibly brightened. "Starved." Dean smiled. "Why don't you go take a shower and change into pajamas while I make us some dinner? We could watch firefly afterwards." Dean suggests, feeling his heart soften at the sight of Castiel looking excited. Castiel grins and nods.

"Okay, I'll be down in a sec."

X.x.x

An hour and a half later, the two men sat at the dinner table with empty plates and full stomachs; both men were in their pajamas, and Castiel smelled like cinnamon and mint from his shampoo and body wash.

"Dean, this was lovely, thank you."

Dean smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "No, it was nothing. Oh, I actually made some pie today, would you like some? It's cherry." Castiel smiled softly, his eyes crinkling on the edges. "That sounds wonderful." Dean smiled back and got up to serve the pie, feeling his heart twist inside his chest from Castiel's smile.

"Actually, there's something I wanna talk to you about Cas."

"Sure, what's up?"

Dean cleared his throat and wet his lips again, feeling nervous. "Well... I, uh..." Dean stammered, unsure of how to go about this; until his eyes landed on the pie.

"Well, you know how there is pie and cake right?"

"...right."

"And you know that I'm a pie person, correct?"

"Yeah, Dean, what does this have to do with anything?"

"Just let me finish. Well, everyone knows I like pie over anything else; but one day, I find a cake. And this cake is just so good right, and I want more of this cake. But, I only want this one specific cake."

"...okay?"

"Anyways, what I'm trying to say, is that... you're my cake."

There's a pause, a silence, until Castiel cocks his head slightly and squints, as if trying to figure out what's going on.

"Dean. You're not making any sense."

Dean lets out a loud, irritated groan, running his hand through his sandy brown hair rather roughly; this night was supposed to be perfect, and here he was, screwing it up.

Again.

Dean slams his hands against the breakfast bar where he's standing (making Castiel jump slightly) before looking up at Castiel, almost glaring at him.

"What I am trying to say is that I am in love with you!"

Dean growls, staring deeply into Castiel's calm blue eyes. The corner of Castiel's lips quirk upward slightly, and he stands, pushing back the chair he was sitting in. He slowly approaches Dean, who has stopped flaring and starts looking more nervous.

"Uh Cas? What are you-"

"Took you long enough."

Dean is shocked into silence. "Uh, what?" He stammers, feeling his face grow red. Castiel pressed close to Dean, pressing Dean's back against the countertop tightly as Castiel leans in so close that his breath glosses over Dean's pretty pink lips.

"I've loved you for years; I've just been waiting for you to admit it to yourself."

Dean opens his mouth to respond, by Castiel cuts him off by joining their lips together. Dean instantly wraps his arms around Castiel's neck, letting out a small moan when he feels Castiel kneading Dean's ass gently with his large hands. Castiel lifts Dean up and Dean wraps his legs around Castiel's waist and lets Castiel carry him to the nearest bedroom.

The pie laid forgotten.

Hey everyone!

So this was a request from a guest who basically said "write a fic where Dean tries to confess to Cas but he never gets it until Dean gets fed up and just tells him". So I hoped you liked it requester!

I want to give a huge thank you to Tiddo-mus and the two guests who reviewed the last chapter, it means alot!

Anyways, please be sure to leave a review telling me what you thought!

Much love and stuff,

-ImmaSlytherout