Dean blushed as soon as the words left his mouth. He'd just pretend he said nothing. Maybe Castiel had not heard him. Maybe just let it go. Nothing happened. He hadn't just admitted that to him. He figured he had to tell someone at some point but he always thought it would be Sam. Not the actual subject of his feelings.
Castiel stopped moving and looked behind him. There was silence. A deafening silence. And Dean knew that Castiel had heard. Dean stepped away and saw Castiel's eyes on him. Non-smiling. Nothing. His eyes were just like the first time he met him. Serious.
Dean tried to say something but he did not know what. The truth was out and, as embarrassed as he was, he did not want to take it back. Not when he knew it was true.
Castiel was the one who broke the silence first, "Me?"
Dean laughed nervously. "Is there anyone else in this room?" His hands were sweating. His heart jumping to his throat.
Castiel kept looking at Dean. Clearly he was not possessed. Cass could see Demon faces, but Dean had his own face. Maybe…
"What are you..?!" Dean cried as Castiel placed a piece of silver he carried around on Dean's arm.
"Not a shapeshifter either."
"Of course not."
"Then I don't understand."
"You don't understand what?"
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I don't know." Dean sighed and they looked at each other for what seemed like a long time.
Cass was still in disbelief. Him? He loved him? And not in a brotherly manner? Someone like Dean Winchester clearly wouldn't set his beautiful eyes on someone like him. He could go for anything. He could do better.
"It is true, though." Dean added. Might as well finish what he started. Might as well take out all of his heart and not just pieces. Dean would offer his whole heart to Cass. It was up to the angel what to do with it. "It was recently pointed out to me that maybe my feelings are not what I thought they were. I considered it and, seeing you with Anna confirmed it. I can't see you with anyone else, Cass. It would break me."
A few seconds passed and Castiel wouldn't even look at him. "I understand," Dean began, his voice breaking now with Cass's indifference, "If you don't feel the same. I get that. I mean, why would you? You're an angel and I'm…I'm nothing. I have nothing to offer."
Cass turned his head rapidly and fixed his eyes, filled with anger now, on him. Dean gasped. Cass walked to him, held the back of his head with his right hand and took his waist with his left. Cass pushed Dean toward him and kissed him.
After getting over the initial shock, Dean gave in. He'd never felt the lips of a man before. He'd never experienced it and never thought he would. But this was not any man. This was Cass. They connected in more ways than the physical. Their souls intertwined. Suddenly, it was more than two lips pressed together. It was hearts and hopes.
Dean kissed him as if Cass's breath was the only thing that would keep him alive. As if he had been thirsty all his life and Cass was an eternal fountain of water. Cass ran his fingers across Dean's hair. It was so soft. Dean placed his hands all over Cass's body. He wanted to know it. He wanted to see it.
Cass moaned and Dean liked it. He kissed more fiercely. All the feelings from the last few days pouring into that kiss.
Cass stepped away, taking all of the strength he had to pull apart from his other half. "Never, ever even assume I could not possibly feel the same for you, Dean. I've loved you ever since before I met you. I loved you since they told me about you in heaven. I've loved you in the flames of hell. I've always been there for you. Don't say I can't possibly love you because loving you is the only thing I'm sure about. It's who I am."
"I want to kiss you again so badly." Dean replied panting.
Castiel smiled and embraced him. Dean pressed his lips on the beautiful angel's.
Author's note: I thought this should deserve its own chapter. Hope you like the story so far.