"Sometimes I put on my Harry Potter cosplay robes, recite spells, and pretend I'm a wizard!"
"Sometimes, I listen to Taylor Swift when I'm sad."
"I wish I had stood up to Dad when I was younger.'
"I'm always so angry and I don't know how to make it stop."
These were just a few of the many things Dean had admitted in the past seven hours. Thankfully Dean only had to make it one more hour before the spell wore off. He had already admitted more about himself than he was comfortable with saying. Sam had a field day when he learned that Dean was a Taylor Swift fan. If the roles had been reversed, he would have been teasing Sam about whatever he admitted. He wasn't one to talk about his feelings which is probably why this was so hard for him. He spent the past seven hours pacing the library, stopping only to admit something and then keep going. Sam had kept him company in the meantime. He had spent the time reading up on the witches they had encountered. Apparently, they were witches that liked to cause chaos. The truth spell was something they particularly favored. They believed lying was a sin and in punishing those they believed guilty. Dean was just one of the ones caught in the cross hairs. The spell was only non effective if the one it was placed on, was an all around open and honest person.
"Man, can you stop pacing? You're gonna wear a hole in the floor. Besides, the spell is gonna wear off soon. Just relax."
"Easy for you to say. You're not the one who admitted that they like to dress up as Harry Potter and recite spells."
"I still can't believe you're a Taylor Swift fan."
"I find her soothing. Look Sammy, I need to apologize for something."
"What for?" Sam pondered, interest piqued slightly.
"I never should have brought you into all of this. When Dad disappeared, I panicked. I don't know what I was thinking. I should have just went about it on my own. I've always envied you, ya know? You did it man. You got away from all of this. You got away from this life and Dad. You made something of yourself. You got into college and you got a steady girlfriend. Hell, you were gonna be a lawyer. I wish I could have had the courage to do what you did. I took that away from you man. Hell, maybe if I hadn't taken you away, Jess-"
"Dean, what happened to Jess, it wasn't your fault," Sam replied as he cut him off. "Just like it wasn't my fault. For years, I have blamed myself for what happened and wondered what would have happened if I had stayed. Even if I had stayed, there's no way of knowing that I would have been able to save her. We didn't know just like we couldn't have known what was gonna happen to Mom all those years ago. At some point, you move on. Just like I did with Jess and we both did with Mom. You deserve to be happy man. We both do. I wouldn't trade the last 15 years for anything. You have got to know that because I got my brother back. We've helped so many people. You and me, saving people and hunting things. That's the family business right?"
"Yup, that's us all right. I guess some good did come from all of this. We got each other back." Dean said as he wiped a few stray tears from his eyes. "This past fifteen years, they've been a good ride man. I couldn't have done it without you."
"Even without Mom and Dad, we're still a family. We've got Elaine and Cas. Plus, we had Rowena and jack for awhile there."
"I think meeting Cas was a highlight for me. I've almost lost him so many times. I just wish I hadn't been such an ass to him. That I had the courage to admit how I feel."
"You should talk to him. I've seen the way you look at each other. I know he's crazy for you and I have a feeling you feel the same way," Sam reassured him, proud that his brother was finally admitting how he felt.
"I'm gonna go talk to him," Dean declared, as he went in search of the angel.
Dean scoured the bunker until he reached Cas' room. Originally, it has been a storage room when they had first transitioned to staying in the bunker. Cas had spent many a night in the room. Often, he would be too exhausted from a hunt and would just crash there. He used to take the couch before they had insisted that Cas take the spare bed they put in after he started spending nights at the bunker. Cas had since decorated the room with his own personal touches. Dean's personal favorite was the pictures Cas had hung up all around the room. One year, Dean had gotten Cas a camera for Christmas. He said now that he was human, he should have a way of keeping his memories. Ever since, Cas was obsessed with taking photos of all of them together throughout the years. There were a few of Cas with both Sam and Dean. He had taken a couple with Jack before they lost him. He even had one of him giving Rowena bunny ears. But the best ones? Those were the ones of Dean and Cas. Most of them were just goofy selfies. Cas claimed those were his favorites. If Dean was being honest, they were his too.
He finally got the courage to knock on the door, waiting with bated breath.
"Come in!" Cas shouted from behind the door.
Dean opened it and came in, taking in the angel sitting on the bed before him. His treachcoat was hung over the chair in front of Cas' desk. His signature blue tie was left undone and next to him on the bed. The white dress shirt Dean adored on him unbuttoned ever so slightly. He had left his black dress shoes next to the door as pure habit. Not to mention the adorable bedhead he seemed to have. He was surrounded by books filled with ancient text. He clearly had been working on finding out as much about the witches as Sam had.
"Cas, can we talk man? It's kind of important."
"Of course, Dean. You can tell me anything. You know that."
"Look, there's something I need to tell you. I should have told you this so long ago but I was afraid. I was afraid of losing you. I was afraid of dragging you down with me, so I pushed you away. I was angry and I didn't know how to handle it. I pushed away one of the most important people in my life. I suck at talking about my feelings but I can't keep this to myself anymore. I love you, Cas. I've loved you for a long time. I'm sorry for being an ass and taking this long to tell you. I just thought you should know how I feel."
"Dean, you don't have to do this," Cas replied softly.
"Yes, I do. Because what we are is real and that means something to me. All I ask is that you give me a chance. Please?"
Cas doesn't reply to him. Instead, he gets up from the bed and walks over to where Dean is standing. He places his hands on Dean's cheeks, smiling ever so slightly. He briefly looks into his eyes before bringing Dean's face closer to his own, capturing his lips on his own in a brief but passionate kiss.
"So is that a yes?"
"Yes Dean, I'll give you a chance."