"You ready?" Dean says to Castiel as they get back on their feet. With a nod, Castiel pulls his backpack on and takes the lead, and Dean keeps a wary eye on him, in case he decides to do that dizzy thing again.
The closer they get, the harder it rains and Dean's pretty sure that mother nature has no intention of letting up. This new area is a circle of strange looking flora, like it really doesn't belong there and Dean's starting to think that maybe it's another displaced piece of land from God knows where. He watches Castiel's arms extend and he throws his head back, and as if in slow motion, he turns to Dean.
"This is another one, but… do you feel that?"
Dean shakes his head as he nears Castiel. "No, feel wh-" but then he does feel it. His skin is tingling, like an electric charge, and he's suddenly hit with a hard blow of emotion. He wants to cry and has no idea what the fuck about.
"Cas, what is this?"
His mind fills with thoughts of love, betrayal, loss, and it's swimming around and tugging at his heart and then once he's fully in that circle, he's dropping to his knees, utterly confused as to what in the hell is happening.
He sees flashes of Sam as a kid, him letting his dad down at not protecting Sam that night, he sees Lisa, Ben, the moment he asked Castiel to wipe their minds. He's now with Cassie (and yes, he just connected the name) and her disgust with the life he leads. He can't blame her.
And all the others he had loved, let down, and yet here's Castiel. By his side. Never giving up on him. Never holding grudges. Never expecting him to be anything else but himself.
Castiel is scanning the area, soon taking his place next to Dean. "Some land's energy is filled with different emotions from the humans that lived on it. It's more profound when displaced because it's not used to being here."
Dean looks up. "So, the land is… alive?"
"In a sense, yes. Don't think of it as something walking and talking. It's more of an energy."
Castiel is sitting crossed-legged now, just staring at Dean, head tilted, and eyebrows arched. Dean makes eye contact with him and his stomach flips - oh about a thousand times. "And the people here were sad?"
"I'm not sure. A lot went on here, and it was so strong that it affected the earth itself. Maybe they performed rituals here, I'm guessing some that dealt with the death of loved ones."
Dean thinks about that for a moment. "So, we're actually sitting on some sort of mystical piece of land? Like a Stonehedge?"
Castiel laughs. "I guess, sort of. There are places all over the globe that hold powerful energy. Mystics, witches, are all drawn to it for its ability to listen, obey, and absorb, in this case. I do wonder what dimension this was from and where it would be in relation to our world."
"Like the same place, just different plane of existence?" Dean's brain is starting to hurt.
"Yes, although not every dimension is parallel to ours. Some can be rather different. Land of snow, land of fire, giants, Minotaurs…"
Dean's head snaps back. "For real? Those are real?"
"In another plane, yes. Mostly everything you've read about in stories, fairy tales, do exist somewhere. Where do you think the stories came from?"
"What? Like seriously, Cas?"
Castiel smiles. "And you're shocked when more than half of it, you have fought one time of another."
"Ha, right," Dean says, feeling the weight of this place, a heaviness that's crushing down on him, and he doesn't like it one bit. "Gonna call Cas and Chuck."
He pulls out his walkie talkie. "Hey guys." He waits for a response and when they don't answer, he tries again. "Yo, Cas, Chuck, come in."
Finally, "Dean, hey, any luck?" Chuck says from the other side of the device.
"Another displaced land. You?"
"We're not sure, we haven't reached the next location yet. It's further than we originally thought. If you guys are done, just head back to your jeep and we'll meet you at the fork where we separated."
"Roger," Dean says with a smirk, looking at Castiel who is not amused.
"Shall we?" Castiel says, rising to his feet.
"Yes, we shall."
They move to the edge of the circle and for some reason, they can't go any further, it's like they're stuck but there's nothing there holding them back. Dean moves his foot to cross, but it just remains in the same spot.
"Why can't we leave?"
Castiel shakes his head and moves to the other side of the circle, turning to Dean. "It's like I want to, but I can't find the reason to."
"Yeah, like we should stay here, but I have no idea why."
They both look at each other and Dean knows he should panic but he doesn't. It's okay. They can just sit here, maybe talk - all day even, and it won't matter. Sure it's pouring now, and they should be getting back to their jeep, but this is nice. Really nice.
"Not so bad, huh," Dean says to Castiel and he nods.
They sit back down on the wet ground, Dean pulling at the grass and weeds that seem to be a bit overgrown. He looks at Castiel and wants to tell him everything. How he feels, what's been going on with him, everything, but then Castiel turns his body to face him, clearing his throat.
"This is the most beautiful place I've ever been to, Dean."
Dean inhales the fresh smell of rain mixed with soil and some kind of earthy flowery scent he can't make out. It makes zero sense why they're both suddenly in some kind of euphoria when just seconds ago, Dean felt like he was mourning for the death of someone he doesn't even know.
"Totally." Smiling at Castiel, he adds, "I have no idea why, I mean, this is kinda weird but, I don't care."
Castiel chuckles and nods. "Yes, there is no logical reason why we would want to remain here, or why we can't leave, but who cares."
They both laugh harder and Dean falls back, letting his head hit the grass, weeds tickling his cheeks and then Castiel does the same, closing his eyes from the falling rain. He's giddy. Happy. And he stopped asking why.
"You know, with all that's happening, the Darkness, Metatron, and now that we're here, in a dimension where Sam actually said yes to Lucifer, I wonder how differently things could have gone if I said yes to Michael.
"Dean." Castiel clears his throat. "Don't even talk about that."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I think it's just weird, you know? Like, in this reality, Sam and I separated, we hadn't talked for years before he made that choice. In ours, I knew that was a bad idea and as soon as I came back, I made sure to have him by my side."
Dean sighs, hating to even think of this time, but now that they're in the very place where he did learn a lesson, not one that Zach wanted him to, but his own lesson that being apart is the wrong way. Together they're stronger.
"I'm glad we did things our way, Cas. I'm glad we're a team. You, me, Sam. Team Free Will."
He sees a smile creep up Castiel's face. It's such a beautiful thing to witness; Castiel's entire face lights up when he smiles and it has always made Dean turn into a lovesick fool.
"My decision to stay by your side was the best thing I've ever done."
Dean's face heats up. Damn, Cas and his words. "Oh yeah?"
Castiel chuckles.
"You know, Cas, these last few years have been so screwed up. I never- I just want you to know that you're important to me. Even if at times I act like a self absorbed jackass."
"Thank you, Dean," Castiel says, warmly. "And it's the same for me. When I leave, disappear, well, I want you to know that I'm always paying attention. I hear you, your prayers, your-" He pauses and swallows, making Dean furrow his eyebrows.
"My what?"
Castiel inhales, deeply before saying, "Well, when you need me, I can tell."
Dean feels his heart speed up, but he's pretty sure the kind of need Castiel is referring to is not the kind that leaves them both naked and in bed together. "Uh, that's cool. Because of our bond, huh," Dean says more as a statement than a question.
"Yeah, yeah, the bond," Castiel confirms, but appearing twitchy.
Maybe hours pass but Dean can't tell, could only be minutes, it all feels the same right now, but time doesn't matter because he's staring at Castiel and he doesn't want to stop, like ever. When he turns to him and smiles, Dean does everything in his power not to lean over and kiss him.
He doesn't even care about the rain, or being soaked from head to toe. It feels good, so good, and this spot is unbelievably relaxing. He sighs, sitting up, wondering what time it is. Not that he cares, he's just curious. A little.
Castiel sits up as well and then his face suddenly turns grim. "Dean, we're stuck here."
"Yeah, I know. But it's okay."
Castiel is shaking his head, eyebrows arched, he looks totally terrified, and it's starting to make Dean feel the same way.
Stop it, Cas, you're ruining the moment.
"No, this isn't good. We're-we're going to die out here," Castiel says, his voice full of panic.
"Come on, Cas. This place is great, it's paradise, it's-" Dean begins to feel it too, the heaviness. They're going to fucking die. "Cas, what's happening now?"
They've gone from sadness, to ultimate bliss and acceptance, to panic and gloom. "It's my fault, I should have know, my powers, they're- I led us into a trap, Dean."
Dean swings around to face Castiel and places his hands on his shoulders. "Calm down, you didn't do anything. We're not trapped, it's just some sort of magic or something. Come on, let's get up and try to leave."
Dean rises and extends his hand to Castiel, helping him to his feet. They share a look before walking to the edge of the circle, but like before, they just can't seem to cross that line.
"Son of a-"
"You're going to die here, like the other Dean, and it will be all my fault. How could I have done this?"
Dean scrubs his face. "It's not- I'm not gonna die. There's gotta be a way to get the hell off of this damn piece of land."
He reaches for his walkie talkie. "Guys, we need help. Are you done with your investigation?"
There's nothing but a silence. He's tries again a few more times, this time he's shouting, but no response.
"They're not going to come because you're going to die and then I will die, eventually, but I will be alive to see you die and how-how am I going to live with that?"
Dean inhales. He's been under pretty much every kind of mind control, weird spells, mojo that makes you feel things that you normally wouldn't, or to enhance hidden feelings you may have, and this feels exactly like it.
"Cas, calm down. I think this area is like enchanted or something. It's making us feel things."
"Whatever it is, I'm responsible for your death, Dean. Me. I can't-I can't bear the thought, oh Dean." Castiel is trembling and it sets Dean's nerves ablaze. He's never seen Castiel like this, not really, and he's starting to freak the fuck out, himself.
"This isn't you, Cas. You never panic like this. Just breathe and think for a second, what kind of land can be enchanted like this? To make people feel-"
"He seems fine on the outside, but I know, I just know he's dying, slowly. He will never recover from it. Ever."
"Who?" Dean rakes his bottom lip. "What the fuck are you talking about, Cas?"
"Cas, the one from here. He lost Dean. He will suffer for as long as he lives in this human existence."
Dean raises his eyebrows, and okay, Castiel relating to Cas, he can see where this is going and as touched as he is, he can't let Castiel freak out because when that happens, Dean's not even sure he'd be able to hold himself together.
He can feel the tug, the pull from the land. It wants him to worry and go crazy. It wants him to feel hopeless. Fuck, what an opposite feeling from just a few minutes ago!
"Cas, look at me," Dean grabs hold of Castiel's shoulders again and grips tightly. He locks his eyes on him until Castiel looks at him, exhaling slowly, showing him at least a smidgen of calm. This all would be so much easier to deal with if that damn rain wasn't showering down on them, relentlessly.
"Please help me try to get to the bottom of this, okay?"
It's like Castiel isn't hearing a damn word he's saying. He's looking at him, but he's just shaking his head, and now tears are welling in his eyes. No no no, this isn't happening. Dean wants to slap him back into reality, but he's struggling with his own crazy head right now.
"The timeline, it was me, before the split in the timeline, Dean. It's me, us , before our futures changed, and-"
"What," Dean sighs, "are you talking about?"
"Us, before Zach sent you here the first time, that was when it split, but before that, it was us. You and me, Dean. The things Cas is talking about, it's still me. And you…"
Castiel pulls away and backs up, scanning the area, and Dean has no idea what to do at this point. He wishes he knew what Castiel is trying to say. He wishes he has a damn clue what in the hell was going on.
"Cas, this is getting really annoying. Fucking, pull yourself together. Now," Dean says, loudly, glaring at his distraught angel. Castiel stops and looks at him, the saddest Dean thinks he has ever seen him.
"He loved you, from the moment he pulled you from Hell. But that's- that's me, Dean. He's talking about me , and you . To hear him say that, I could never say it, and you had to hear it, so you know, you know… I can't-"
Dean swallows. Holy shit. Like really, holy goddamned shit. The timeline, he gets that now. Everything Hippy Cas talked about prior to the split in the timeline was them. Him and his Castiel. Dean's face is on fire. He has no idea what to say or do, and this is Castiel admitting, what? That he loves him?
But of course they love each other, that's not even anything new, but this kind of love, how Hippy Cas said it, how Castiel is reacting now, this ain't brotherly type love and now Dean's heart is racing so fast, he's pretty sure he may have a damn heart attack.
He turns from Castiel, lowering his head, and trying to breath. "Cas," he says without looking at him.
"It's true Dean. How can I just watch this Cas mourn over Dean, when I know the truth about how he feels. I know it because I feel it. It's in me, Dean. In me , too."
Dean turns to him and Castiel has actually tears streaming down his cheeks. Dammit.
"Cas, this is the enchantment. You need to-"
"It's not the enchantment, dammit," Castiel shouts, his voice hoarse and broken. "Don't pretend you didn't hear what he said, because I know you did, Dean."
Dean walks slowly to him, trembling, unsure of how to even handle this. Should he hug him? Punch him? Is this even happening? Yeah, he heard that Cas say it, now that Castiel mentions the timeline split, it makes sense. It's them.
It's fucking them.
"Right. Okay. It's us, it's you, but right now, Cas, we need to figure out how to get out of this, okay? Can you help me with this?"
Castiel is frozen, staring at Dean as the tears continue to fall down his cheeks. "And I will mourn you as he mourns his Dean. I will have to endure a life without you. What kind of life is that, Dean?"
For fuck's sake. "Right, and I will die if you don't fucking help me now, Cas."
This gets Castiel's attention and he wipes his face (good that'll do in this rain) and nods. "Yes, we can find a way to save you. I can save you, Dean. I pulled you from Hell, I can do this, I can save you."
Dean sighs with relief. FINALLY. He approaches the other side of the circle and tries to cross it, and can't. But he's not even thinking about why he can't right now, he's thinking about what Castiel just told him. He said it, in his own way, that he loves him, and Dean wants to really talk more about this.
He wants to tell him the truth too, about how he feels, but can he even say it? Can he even say it back to Castiel? He's never told anyone that since his mother. The words sound foreign to him, even in his own mind.
But this is Castiel, and he's always there for him, and Dean does love the son of a bitch, and really, Castiel should know, right? Or at least how much Dean thinks about him, how much he desires him.
He should know that he fantasizes about him all the time. Can he say this? This force here is causing him to really want to, like he has to confess it all, and keeping it in will cause something really bad to happen. Really bad.
Before he can stop himself, he turns around and Castiel's eyes are on him. "I was awake."
Shut up Dean. Shut the fuck up. But he has to know. Castiel should know.
Castiel tilts his head. "What?"
"This morning. I was awake and- and aroused. I wanted you, and I didn't care you were behind me, thrusting against me; it turned me on. If you hadn't gotten out of bed, I might have tried something."
What. The. Fuck. Did I just say?
Castiel's nostrils flare. "You, what? You let me be awkward all day and you liked it?"
Oh shit! He wants to sew his mouth shut but, "Yeah, sorry, I didn't know how to- look, it's as confusing to me as it is to you, just so you know."
Castiel chuckles which turns into a downright holler. "I was so worried, and you were really aroused?" he manages to say in between laughter.
"Yes."
If Dean's stomach flips one more damn time- but seeing Castiel so utterly amused makes Dean laugh as well, and now they're both cracking up.
"Oh."
"It wasn't the first time, you know, that I wanted to- Cas, I've been- well, for years, I wanted to-"
Of course words fail him, even when he's under some kind of mojo that's making him say all of this. Is it all true though? Hell yeah it is.
"Dean. This is just unbelievable. We have been so stupid."
Time could very well be slowing down, or maybe it has stopped altogether. Both are very possible, because what Dean's feeling now is as if he and Castiel are the only two people left in the world, stuck on some enchanted piece of land, admitting things they wouldn't have in a million years, and Castiel is looking at him, something warm and inviting in his eyes, as he walks slowly toward Dean.
Dean feels the ball of nerves move from his stomach to his throat, and he swallows, thickly. He has no idea what's happening, or what's about to happen, but Castiel is so close to him now, looking up with those eyes that go on forever. He blinks his wet lashes and Dean's lost in the sight of him, just like that. He doesn't need magic for him to react this way to Castiel. It's there, it's always been there.
"What does it mean, Dean?"
He knows he's supposed to respond but he has no idea how to speak at the moment. He inhales, shakily, trying to bring himself back down to earth and says, "I don't know."
Okay, not really poetic but…
"What would you have tried if I remained in that bed?"
Castiel's voice is lower than usual, that raspy tone, making the butterflies go wild in his stomach. The heat from his chest shoots straight down to his groin, and now he's imagining exactly what hewould have done this morning, if he had the damn guts to have gone through with it.
Fuck, where should he even start?
There's obviously something with the magic here that's allowing them to talk like this, to break down those walls, barriers, that he knows he and Castiel have, and let them just be honest. It's strange, and Dean isn't sure if he will vomit or pass out, but at the same time, it's fucking awesome. Maybe they needed something like this to give them a push. Maybe.
And maybe Dean is also reeling at the fact that Castiel might very well have been feeling the same way about him. He wants to elaborate on the 'pulling him out of Hell thing' and know for sure, once and for all, what the hell is going on inside Castiel's heart.
Dean inches closer to him and flashes a pirate smile. "You really want to know?"
Castiel nods, licking his lips. "Yes."
Hey heart, can you fucking calm down for a minute ? "I would have rolled over, moved my body closer to you, so I could feel your heat…"
Castiel's cheeks redden, pupils dilating, his chest heaving as his breathing speeds up. Dean continues, still wearing a sly smile. "Then I would have grabbed your face and kissed you, maybe softly at first, to get an idea of how you like it."
They're only inches apart now and Dean feels like he's floating. Is this real? Is anything actually really happening? Or did he get knocked out somehow and he's dreaming all of this. That would explain this conversation between him and Castiel, that he knows he'd be too chicken shit to even have in the first place, and an enchanted circle that brings out your inner most feelings? Oh, and that won't let you move from its circle? Yeah, gotta be a dream.
And fuck it, he'll take it.
"Like this?" Castiel says before taking Dean's face in his hands - holy shit, holy shit - and kisses him, exactly how Dean described it. Soft, chaste, and Dean's head is about to explode. Castiel's lips are so warm, so soft, and about a million jolts of electricity coming from them. He feels tiny sparks against his lips and never in his life has a kiss felt like this.
It's only when Castiel pulls away that Dean has some relief from the electrical charge. They meet each other's gaze and Dean wishes he had something cool to say, but instead he stutters before saying, "That-that was-"
He cuts himself off to kiss Castiel back, a little hungrier this time and he can hear Castiel gasp once their lips meet. It's so good, so delicious, and he tastes like the sweetest piece of candy he's ever eaten.
He feels Castiel's hands on his hips and he places his own on the angel's face, gently thumbing his stubble. This is awesome, intense, and bless this goddamned piece of land for making it happen.
He can't help but see it all in his mind now. How they met, the first words exchanged, how blown away Dean had been seeing some bad ass angel appear before him. The shadows of his wings, the damn lightning and thunder and all the sparks overhead.
His blue eyes looking up at him, his face so close to his, because he had no idea what personal space was back then. How his stare burned into Dean's soul, invading him in all the right ways, but of course Dean didn't understand it back then.
It was a mystery. He was a mystery.
But he was changed, even then. Castiel felt something for Dean when he pulled him out of the pit and Dean wishes, God he wishes that he knew. He's trying to think back to all the times they shared, all the conflict too, and the whole time, Castiel was in love with him.
This knowledge not only gives Dean the warm fuzzies, it breaks his heart too. How many times he pushed his angel away, yelled at him, scolded him, treated him so horribly. He doesn't want to even imagine what he had been going through, feeling what he felt and having Dean be a total asshole to him.
His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Castiel's moaning in his mouth and it makes his heart skip a beat. The kissing becomes more passionate and now tongues are involved, invading each other's mouths, dancing together, wet and hot. This can't ever end. This kiss needs to last forever.
The past isn't important. Whatever they did, or didn't do is not his concern, because they're here now, kissing, admitting feelings that have been buried for far too long. Love. They love each other and call him a silly romantic, but that's all that matters right now.
Dean presses his chest against Castiel's, moving his hands to his shoulders, pulling him as close as possible, while Castiel's hands grip Dean's shirt, fisting the fabric in a frenzy of fingers, and cotton. They pull apart, only to catch their breath, and then close the distance between them again, drowning in each other's heat.
Hands caressing, groping, their hard chests pressed together, tongues and lips begging for more attention. That's when they hear voices shouting at them, but it seems so far away, like echoes from another time and place. Castiel pulls back and turns his head, eyes widening, so Dean follows his gaze to see Cas and Chuck standing there, both wearing huge grins.
"Shit guys, can't you hear us?" Chuck asks.
Castiel and Dean step back away from each other a little, Dean's face on fire. "Uh, we didn't know… we didn't hear you guys."
Cas chuckles. "You guys are on enchanted earth. It's pretty powerful, so uh, yeah."
Castiel, looking more awkward than ever says, "We can't seem to leave. It wants us to stay."
Cas and Chuck share a look and they both shrug. They step toward the circle but Dean holds his hands out to stop them. "No wait, don't, you won't be able to-"
Cas and Chuck are already in the circle, and Cas is smiling. "Try and leave now."
Dean looks at Castiel, furrowing his brow, but says, "Fuck it." He tries to leave the circle, and just like that, he does. He's out. Castiel watches with wide eyes and does the same and is now standing next to Dean.
"I swear we couldn't before," Dean tells them.
"I know. It's an interesting enchantment. I'll tell you both more about it later. For now, let's get out of here."
They make their way back to the jeep and the whole walk there, Dean can barely even look Castiel in the eye. Was it magic that made Castiel want to kiss him? He doesn't want to think that was all it was, but truth be told, he's never thought his angel was ever interested in him like this - and fuck his life if he was able to finally kiss him because it was a damn spell.
Magic sucks. Dean's always hated it. But there was something about this that felt less icky. He's not sure why, but it wasn't as if something controlled him, he knew everything that came out of his mouth, he was aware of everything he was doing, it just felt easier. Easier to say things like he did without the usual bullshit screams to keep it all inside.
But that kiss, damn, that kiss was the best kiss Dean's ever had in his entire life and if it wasn't mutual, if Castiel really didn't want this, Dean is pretty sure his heart will never recover from that. This is the man, the angel, whatever, that he's been in love with for years, the one person that he can't ever get off his mind. There isn't anyone that even comes close to that level of affection that Dean feels for Castiel.
It's on this special level, reserved just for him, and he will be destroyed if none of it was supposed to happen. If Castiel will just tell him what a mistake it was, and that they can only be friends. He's fine with remaining friends and not taking it to that next level, sure. But if Castiel didn't want that kiss, he's not sure if he'll ever be able to look at him in the eyes again.
Dean breathes deeply when they reach the jeep, for he knows the ride back will be just him and Castiel and he really has no fucking idea what to say. Hey, Cas. Sorry I made out with you even though I know you'd never want that, and I took advantage of the situation and I'm a giant asshole...
Was it a non consensual make out session because Castiel was under some sort of mojo that made him want that? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He didn't- he would never ever want to put Castiel in a situation like that, and really, he wishes he could just disappear right now. The guilt gnawing at him for doing something he'd never thought he'd do is starting to make him sick to his stomach.
The other Cas takes the lead in his jeep and Dean starts her up, pulling out onto the bumpy road. He contemplates putting on the radio, but decides to keep it off for now. He's not in a good mood, he feels like complete shit, and he should apologize. Yes, he needs to tell his best friend he's sorry for taking advantage of him while he was under a magical mind fuck.
"Listen, Cas," Dean starts, looking between the road and Castiel, "What we did, uh, I need to apologize."
"For what, Dean?"
Dean sighs. "For letting that happen. That magic, it made you- and I should have stopped you. I shouldn't have reciprocated. The last thing I'd ever want to do is try to get over on you, use you while you were obviously vulnerable to the magic and-"
"Oh my God, Dean," Castiel shouts, before cracking up. Dean glances at him, briefly, and he's totally confused right now.
"You," Castiel turns to him, "are an idiot."
"Gee, thanks," Dean says, shaking his head. At least he's not trying to smite him, so that's a plus.
"I wanted to kiss you, not because of the enchantment. That land just made it happen, whereas normally I would have been too shy to try."
Dean swallows. Did he just say...
Castiel continues, "Everything that was said and done was something I've always- I held back a lot, Dean. And I can see you did as well. This wasn't a mind control type of magic, this was something that allowed us to feel as we truly feel. Tap into our truest desires."
Thank fucking God and wait… "So, the whole pulling me out of Hell, thing?"
"I think we should talk later, after we both have had a decent meal and shower."
He rests his hand on Dean's shoulder and it causes Dean to lose focus for a second. "There's obviously much to discuss, but if you need to know, at least for the ride home, that yes, Dean. It's all true. It's me. It's how I feel. I've loved you since I pulled you from Hell, just as Cas said it."
The heat rising in Dean is starting to make him sweat. This is all just too damn crazy. He looks at Castiel, who is smiling at him, and he seems lighter now, happy that it happened, elated actually, and Dean feels a huge load off of his chest.
So they shared something that probably would have taken them another 7 years to actually share. "And you've wanted to kiss me, I mean, before?"
"Every time I saw you. Every time I thought of you, yes."
Dean has no idea what to say, so he just smiles. This is truly mind blowing, trying to wrap his mind around it all is going to take some time. He smiles wider when Castiel puts in the Rush cassette andCloser To The Heart starts.
Ah, if songs could read their minds…
So, it was all a good thing; them kissing, Castiel revealing his love. Dean will do the same, he will, but now, he just wants to relish in the reality that Castiel wants him as much as he wants Castiel, and he finally got his first kiss with him.