A/N – Okay first off I'd like to thank anyone who has followed me and my story, and added it to their favourites. I'd also like to thank the two people who have reviewed, they were absolutely amazing, thank you.

Secondly I'd like to apologize for the layout of my first chapter. I'd just previewed it and I've just come to realise that the stars I put in to separate the scenes didn't show up. So have replaced them in this chapter with the word supernatural, hopefully they will show up. Couldn't think of anything better.

Thirdly, I would like to extend another apology. It took me a bit longer to post this chapter than I would have liked. I had to re-write the last scene. It didn't seem very 'Dean'. I felt I had strayed too far from the character and I didn't like it. So as I said, I had to rewrite it. Sorry again. I will try and be a bit quicker with the next chapter.

Warning: There is no sex or anything in this chapter but there is definite mentions of it.

Here's the second chapter. I hope you enjoy it as much as the first one. Please R&R! I'd love to hear what you think, your opinions mean the world to me.

Enough rambling now. Enjoy!

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Chapter 2

The silence was filled with tension, tension that poured off Cas in furious waves. Dean shifted uncomfortably on the bed, his eyes darting to Cas. He was sat at the motel table, his arms on his legs, hands clasped together and his head dipped. He looked so deflated, so vulnerable. Dean had never seen him like that, ever. He'd always seemed so powerful, so commanding. But as Dean watched him, he didn't feel any of that power radiating off him. He seemed almost defeated. Perhaps he was. Perhaps he was defeated in the sense that he couldn't fight his emotions any more.

Dean's eyes roamed to the motel bathroom, where his brother was currently having a shower. He knew Sam had sensed something going on, and Dean didn't have the energy to try and hide it. He looked back at Cas and wondered if he should make conversation. There was nothing worse than small talk but Dean was desperate to break the uncomfortable silence. Cas hadn't looked at Dean since the car park, hadn't said a word and it left Dean feeling the loss of the easiness that was their friendship.

As much as Dean wanted to say something, he also figured that Cas might just need space. After all he was new to the whole emotion thing. That put another thought in his head. What if Dean had it all wrong? What if Cas wasn't… didn't have these feelings for him? Not in the way he thought anyway. Or what if Cas wasn't entirely sure what he was feeling? Maybe he should suck it up and be a supportive friend without the panicking from his part. Maybe Cas just needs him to be a friend.

A small rush of purpose flew through him and he shifted again. He needed to do this. Not just for him but for Cas as well. But how to start. He stood up, flexed his hands, pacing the length of the bed. His mind going a hundred miles an hour with a thousand ways to start that particular conversation. Everything he came up with just didn't sound right.

After a few minutes he felt eyes burning through him. His skin tingled at the sensation. Freezing, he allowed his brows to furrow in confusion. What the hell? That didn't make sense. Slowly he turned and saw Cas watching him, concern clouded his features. He didn't say anything and disappointment crawled its way up his spine. It would make things so much easier if Cas made the first move. It was selfish. Of course it was. But it didn't stop him from hoping.

Sucking in a shaky breath, he pushed forward. They needed to have this conversation. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea while his brother was in the next room, but he didn't care. If he let this moment pass he feared that he would never have the opportunity again.

He opened his mouth to say… something but froze as he watched the concern in Cas's eyes change to anguish. "I'm sorry." It was barely a whisper but Dean had heard it as though he was shouting it at the top of his lungs.

He licked his dry lips and he watched as Cas's eyes darted to them. The sadness turned heated and Dean sucked in a sharp breath. Cas heard it and his eyes darted away, shame filling him. If Dean had any doubt about his feelings, they were banished in that moment.

"Sorry for what?" he whispered it, partly so Sam wouldn't hear them talking but also to keep the mood of the moment going.

Cas looked at him again, the sorrow back in an instant. "For..."

"For loving me?" He couldn't have stopped himself saying those words even if he'd tried. They were out there now and there was no taking them back.

Cas looked taken aback for a moment, then he stood, a new sense of determination rippling off of him. "Never," he growled. "No matter what happens now, no matter what comes next, I would never be sorry for that."

Dean shuddered under that penetrating gaze. That powerful being that Dean had grown accustomed to was back. Dean had no idea what to make of those words, so Dean being Dean laughed nervously. Then the rambling started. He could barely register what he was saying, the filter between his brain and his mouth had evaporated. Maybe he'd said something about brotherly love, maybe something about how he couldn't love him romantically. Dean knew there was no maybe about it, he had definitely uttered those words. With each word that came tumbling out of his mouth, he watched Cas's expression get darker and darker. He needed to stop talking and he needed to stop talking now. He clamped his mouth shut and forced his gaze to anywhere that wasn't the angel.

He felt a small breeze and suddenly he was inches apart from Cas. He sucked in his third shuddering breath as the heated anger poured off of Cas. Shit. He'd made him angry. Of course he'd made him angry. He had just basically told him that Cas didn't know how to love, not romantically any way.

"Do not assume you know anything about how I feel, Dean"

Dean's eyes automatically darted to Cas's lips. They were plump and pink and all he could think about was how close to them he was. His heart hammered against his chest and he instinctively licked his lips again, only this time he knew it wasn't because they were dry.

He managed to force his eyes back up to Cas's eyes and what he saw there took his breath away, literally. His palms grew sweaty and he watched the heat rise within Cas. Only this time, he didn't try to hide it and Dean wasn't sure if he was relieved or freaked out by this.

"I… I'm… Sorry." He hated how his voice shook, hated how Cas was making him feel and as much as he wanted to push the angel away, he couldn't bring himself to break the moment.

Cas didn't say anything. Just kept staring and Dean could almost see the cogs working harder than they have probably ever worked before. Dean gulped past the lump in his throat as an image of him leaning forward slightly and placing his lips against Cas's cascaded into his mind.

The sound of the bathroom door opening had him whipping his head towards his brother strolling out. When he looked back at Cas, he was once again sat at the table, his eyes still trained on Dean. The heat still evident there. Dean gulped again.

"Showers all yours, Dean," his brother announced.

Dean didn't need telling twice. He broke the spell between him and the angel. Darting towards the bathroom. His mind was still in the moment and in his haste he hadn't grabbed his towel or clothes. He didn't care though. He needed a distraction, and fast.

As the water rained down upon him, his mind went back to the image he'd allowed to enter his head. What the hell had he been thinking that for? He wasn't attracted to Cas. He wasn't in love with him. He wasn't into men. It was women all the way. He'd never even entertained the thought. Not even as a teenager. He was a boobs man for sure. So what the hell? But the more he thought of the kiss that never happened the more he thought that next time he might not have the courage to back down. Shit. Anger flared through him again. Anger at Cas for allowing all of this to come to light but mostly he was angry at himself, for allowing Cas to get under his skin.

Unable to hold his rage back, he punched the tiled wall. Pain shot up his arm and the sound of bones cracking echoed through the bathroom. He bit his bottom lip as tears sprung to his eyes. Shit. He should not have done that. He most certainly had broken it. Another thought pressed forward. If Cas sees this, he's going to want to heal him. That means touching, that means closeness. Dean didn't know if he could handle that right now. At the moment he needed to be as far away as possible from him. But on the other hand, he couldn't not have Cas heal him. First it would raise suspicion in his brother which would ultimately lead to a chick flick moment. Secondly he kind of needed his hand if they were to go up against another angel.

Groaning, he switched off the shower and stepped out. Laying on the toilet seat was some clean clothes and a towel. He wondered if it was Sam or Cas. Sam wouldn't have thought of this. It had to have been Cas. Warmth spread through him, starting at his heart and working its way out. His anger vanished immediately.

After getting dressed, he took in a deep, reassuring breath and made his way out of the bathroom, cradling his broken hand.

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An ache flared in his chest as he watched Dean move around the crime scene. Dean hadn't been able to look at him since their moment in the motel room and it hurt. Castiel hated how his feelings were making him feel. He hated how he ached to be close to Dean again. But most of all he hated himself for the way he was making Dean feel. He knew Dean was uncomfortable with the whole situation, knew he struggling to come to terms with it, struggling to keep his frustration and anger in check, the broken hand was evidence enough. He watched Deans face as he moved behind the counter. It was full of curiosity as his eyes darted from item to item, trying to find something that will help the case.

Castiel knew he should be looking at the cop next to him, listening to Sam's questions and the answers the cop was giving, but he couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away from Dean. He loved how Dean moved, loved the way his brows furrowed in concentration. The ache intensified as the situation came crashing down around him. He was no longer able to look at Dean without knowing that he knows everything. He would never be able hide his feelings again. The sorrow filled him when he thought about how their friendship had changed, probably forever.

Dean stopped, his eyes catching something of interest. Then he moved on, clearly it wasn't important to the case. Castiel's eyes caught Dean licking his lower lip and heat spread throughout his lower abdomen as he thought back to the last time Dean had licked that lip.

As if sensing something, Dean froze, his eyes catching Castiel's for the first time since their moment. Dean's eyes darkened momentarily. He darted his eyes away, too quickly, as if he suddenly realized what he was doing. Dean had never noticed the heat that had flared up within Castiel before his feelings were revealed. But now he could see it, sense it. Castiel didn't quite know how he felt about that.

Castiel heard Sam thank the cop. "Dean."

Dean looked at his brother, a questioning look in his eyes. His eyes flicked quickly to Castiel then back to his brother. Castiel also looked at Sam. "There's nothing here."

Dean nodded in agreement. "Let's head back to the motel."

"Actually, I was thinking I should head to the morgue, check out the bodies." Dean nodded. "Cas, want to join me?"

Castiel looked from Sam to Dean. The ache that hadn't quite left his chest yet, flared up again when he saw the pleading look in Dean's eyes. He wanted him to go. Wanted him to stay as far away from him as possible. The agonizing pain gripped his heart in a tight fist and he instantly forgot to breath. Dean hated him. Dean didn't want him here. He looked away from Dean, unable to keep the eye contact. Sam was still looking at him, waiting for an answer.

He took in an unsteady breath. "Actually, I thought I would go and check out some other leads that may help us."

Sam nodded in agreement. Castiel allowed his eyes to dart back to Dean and what he saw there almost killed him on the spot before he vanished.

It was relief.

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Dean was grateful that Cas had gotten the hint. He needed his space. Needed time to gather his thoughts. He couldn't do that with Cas in such close proximity. He glanced at his brother. Sam was sat the motel table, laptop open and his concentration face on, the thing at the morgue didn't tell them anything different about the case. It was an angel that much they knew. Sam stopped typing and now his eyes darted back and forth, reading. Sam had definitely not noticed anything different between him and Cas, not since the big reveal anyway, another thing he was grateful for. He remembered the way Cas had looked at him in that diner, and heat spread through him at the intense look in Cas's eyes. His mind had stuttered to a close and he couldn't think clearly.

Now he had time to process his thoughts, he wondered what would have happened if he'd jumped the counter and placed a bruised kiss on Cas's lips. Arousal swam through him at that thought and he shifted uncomfortably. He shouldn't be thinking like this. He shouldn't be having sexual images of his very male best friend.

As much as he tried he couldn't push the thoughts out of his mind. His brother was still glued to the laptop, so Dean slowly shifted off his bed and moved his way to the bathroom. He needed privacy, Sam was sure to pick up on any changes to his mood instantly and he couldn't have that. After locking the bathroom door, he sat on the toilet, letting out a heavy breath. The images of what he'd wanted to do at the diner were still very vivid in his mind. Heat spread through him and he gulped a lungful of air. He shifted uncomfortably on the seat and swallowed past the lump. This wasn't normal. This was as far from normal as anybody could get. What the hell had started this off? He'd never thought like this before. Was it because he now knew how Cas felt? Was he suddenly starting to see Cas in a different way?

No, that couldn't be it. He didn't like men. He liked women.

A small determination pushed its way through and his eyes hardened. He moved to the bathroom door, unlocking it. His brother looked up at him, his brow furrowed in concern. Dean ignored him, the determination still twisting in his gut. He grabbed his jacket of the back of the vacant motel chair and pulled it on. He grabbed his keys. Without looking at his brother, he mumbled a 'I'm going out' and left.

Yes, he liked women, always had liked women. He gulped in some cold air, unlocked the Impala, climbed in and revved the engine.

He liked women. Not men. He liked women, not his very male best friend.

And he was going to prove it.

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