Once the water turned on Sam turned to Cas. "Cas... are you okay?"

The ex-angel turned to him then, eyes wide and round.

"Sam... I-I'm confused. Is Dean pleased or angry with me?"

Sam offered a weak smile, which only seemed to cause the ex-angel more discomfort. "He's probably just as confused as you are. Just take his advice and don't worry about it right now."

Castiel only nodded dumbly and gazed longingly at the bathroom. Grabbing a cup of coffee as he passed the table.

"He just needs a little time to process everything. I'm sure everything will work out in the end."

Cas's heart stuttered at the words 'everything will work out' and he hoped that would be true.

Cas had always felt a distinct and strong, dare he say it, bond with the elder Winchester. But something stronger than their "Profound bond" from Dean's raising from perdition. Cas certainly admired Dean, with his never-give-up attitude and his laughter in the face of danger. Dean tended to give anything for what he thought was right and put his entire being into what he does, taking any means to meet a good end.

Dean Winchester, such a worn and broken man's soul, had shined like a beacon in the depths of hell. Fragile and scarred in the pit, Dean's tattered soul allowed Castiel to hold him tight and raise him. And not only that but gripped him tight in return, forever imprinting himself on the angel.

Maybe the Angel had been lost the moment he laid a hand on Dean in hell... But there would be no other human Castiel would fall for.

Dean, with his cocky attitude and rough exterior, his inner fragility and fears. His blind faith and loyalty in the ex-angel. Not to mention his kindness, forgiveness and trust he'd bestowed upon Castiel, even after everything.

Dean, with his deep rolling laugh and crinkling around his eyes as he smiled. The smile that held the warmth of 1,000 galaxies. His ashy hair and low, purring voice. But Cas's favorite thing was his eyes. Eyes that held the light better than the rarest of jewels and were greener than the brightest of emeralds and jades. Highlighted by the honey-drip freckles that dusted his cheeks.

Dean Winchester, Castiel's favorite, and the most beautiful, of gods creations.

Castiel suddenly gasped in alarm, ripping him from his fantasies.

Sam straightened, obviously concerned, "Cas? What's wrong?"

Castiel ignored Sam in favor of pacing the length of the room. Trying to discern his thoughts of Dean.

Only when he could think of no explanation did he turn to the younger Winchester.

"Sam you loved Jessica Moore, yes?"

Sam seemed taken aback for a moment and swallowed with a little difficulty. "Y-yeah, I did. Cas what's this about?"

"How did you feel when you were with or thinking about her?"

"Well... Everytime we were together or I thought about her, I became really happy."

"Did your heart contract faster?"

"Y-yeah.."

Castiel nodded thoughtfully.

Yes, yes that sounded about right. Cas often felt his blood pressure spike around Dean and certainly enjoyed spending time or just being in the presence of him.

"I see. What about if she was in danger. Like when Azazel killed her." Castiel winced at the mention of the sore subject but it was crucial to his investigation.

Sam only seemed moderately shocked, but otherwise relatively unbothered. "Well, I wanted nothing more than to track down the son of a bitch that killed her."

Cas nodded more fervently now.

It was the same. When Dean is in trouble or has been injured Cas wanted nothing more than to hear the tortured cries of those responsible. He felt the need to protect and cushion Dean. Even if his presence was not needed, he felt distressed and scared when he thought he'd loose him.

"And if you were angry with her?"

Sam laughed at that, "Sure if be pissed for awhile but I couldn't stay mad at her for long. I would've done anything for her..."

Yes... Yes it all made sense, everything matched up.

Dean was certainly infuriating more often than not. But Cas always found himself forgiving and forgetting for the elder Winchester time and time again. And time and time again would find himself, dying, falling, or otherwise for the Dean. There was almost nothing he wouldn't do for Dean.

And there it was, this, whatever it may be that Cas felt for Dean...could only be described as lo-

"Ah! That felt great!"

Castiel spun sharply, spilling his coffee as he did so. The hot liquid spilled onto his stomach as Castiel sputtered a string of enochian curses.

Dean had managed to exit he bathroom silently as Castiel had his back turned. When he spoke he startled the ex-angel and even put his brother in high alert.

Castiel hissed as the hot coffee burned on his abdomen. Sam jumped up but only remained standing because he really had no idea what to do.

Dean on the other hand, ran back into the bathroom and returned with a wet, cold towel.

"Dammit Cas. Here cool of the burn quickly." Dean grunted, running to Cas.

Cas let out a yelp as Dean moved right into his personal space and lifted his shirt up. Pressing the towel to his lower abdomen as Castiel wiggled at the foreign sensation.

"Hold still Cas..." Dean huffed, straightening up a bit more.

Their eyes met and only then did Dean realize how close they actually were. Dean found himself flushing a shade of red that matched Castiel's own.

Dean coughed awkwardly, "Sam could you get Cas some ice?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure."

Sam got up and headed to the kitchen nook. Leaving Cas and Dean alone in the living room.

Dean and Cas remained starring at each other while Dean continued running slow circles on Castiel's burns. Glancing down every few seconds. They're were both breathing heavily.

When Dean looked up again he found

Castiel watching him with narrowed eyes.

"Dean.." He breathed.

"Cas.." Dean vaguely wondered if he looked as flushed as Cas did.

The tension in the air was palpable, and thick. Neither was sure who leaned in but they were mere scant inches apart. Dean slowly started to move, "Cas-"

"Hey Cas I got some ice!"

Sam walked into the living room to find Cas standing stiffly and staring out the window. And Dean, lying half on the couch like he jumped and fallen backwards in a panic.

"Did I interrupt something?" Sam asked, suspiciously eyeing the pair as they struggled to regain their composure.

"Not at all." Cas responded, turning to look at the younger Winchester.

Sam nodded disbelievingly but said nothing more. In favor of moving closer and helping his brother to his feet.

Dean smiles awkwardly and clasped his hands together. "So.. What now Sammy?"

Sam grinned then, "Time to try on your costumes!" He sang. Laughing as Dean and Castiel's corresponding groans.