p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Dean sat on a hard chair in an uncomfortable interview room. Across from him sat a couple of stern-looking men in suits. One was short, had dark hair and eyes, was impeccably dressed and went by the name of Agent Fergus Crowley. The other was around Dean's height with blue eyes and blonde hair. He looked somewhat unkempt and identified himself as Agent Luke Morningstar. At least they were both decent to look at, but neither was particularly brotherly./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Of course, it didn't help that Castiel had come perilously close to getting into a fight with the police who'd come to collect Dean. Once Casts had his arms around Dean, he'd refused to let him go. Dean finally understood why his new friend had been sedated and restrained back at the hospital. Apparently, Dean was the only one he trusted, and the man was like an over-protective guard dog. Castiel had all but snarled at the officers, and the police had been getting more and more alarmed and irritated. Dean had visions of them both being tasered, handcuffed, and tossed into a cell. But somehow, Dean had been able to convince his new pet that it was fine for him to go with the police, he'd be alright, and would return soon. That had gotten Cass to finally let him go and stop giving threatening looks to the police officers, but he hadn't looked like he'd really believed it. Dean hadn't really believed it, either. But at least he'd kept Cass from clocking the officers. Otherwise, Dean suspected they'd both be on their way to an Undisclosed Location right now./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Castiel had looked like an abandoned orphan as he'd stood at the doorway, watching as Dean went down the hall with the officers. When Dean had looked back, just before stepping into the elevator, Cass had looked almost ready to cry. Dean found himself slinking out, guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders, feeling like a deadbeat dad abandoning his kid./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"The two goons across from him were certainly looking at him like a guilty man. On the way in, Dean had noticed the black SUV with the bone-shaped bumper sticker that read "I heart big mutts (and I cannot lie)." Apparently, one of these guys was affectionate about oversized canines. But being a dog lover didn't seem to make either man any friendlier. /p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"It seemed Homeland Security was very interested in what had happened at his apartment. These two agents obviously believed Dean had answers. Unfortunately, Dean wasn't able to offer much information. "I was sound asleep, and then there was this big explosion and I ended up trapped under my bed," he said again./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Your neighbor, a Jeff Gold?" Agent Crowley asked. He'd done almost all of the talking so far, while Agent Morningstar spent his time glowering at Dean over crossed arms. "He told us that you were part of a terrorist cell. He said the explosion came from a bomb you were keeping in your car."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""My neighbor, Jeff Gold, is an idiot and a douchebag," Dean informed him. He kept glancing at Agent Morningstar, feeling more than a little intimidated by the man's accusing glare. "I couldn't keep my window open in good weather because of all the crack that moron smoked. I'm not part of any terrorist cell, and I most certainly did not keep a bomb in my car. Don't you think that would have been pretty stupid? When whatever it was went boom, I was nearly killed! I got trapped under my bed, just like I told you."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""And you were rescued by a passing stranger?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Dean nodded. "Mr. Doe happened to be passing by and helped me."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Agent Crowley cocked an eyebrow at this. "Mr. Doe?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Yeah, John Doe. That's what they called him at the hospital. He ended up with a head injury, because he was close to the explosion," Dean explained. "But he didn't see anything, either. He was just passing by, and the explosion happened behind him." Dean was aware that he had no way to know this, but he didn't want these goons talking to Castiel. Dean had little doubt that the police had passed along Cass's comment when they'd picked him up. God alone knew what the unpredictable man would say if this goon squad interviewed him./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"But apparently, Agent Crowley wasn't going to let it drop. "And where is this John Doe now?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""I'm sorry, but what, exactly, does the guy who saved my life have to do with what happened to my car and apartment?" Dean asked./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""That is precisely what we are trying to find out." Crowley scribbled something in his notebook. "Would you mind answering the question, please?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Yes, actually I would, because I have no idea where Mr. Doe is now," Dean lied. "I'm not the guy's babysitter. He probably went back home."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""According to the hospital, Mr. Doe checked out with you," Crowley pointed out./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""The guy saved my life, so I gave him a hand. He checked out of the hospital, and then shortly after, walked out the door. Said he'd remembered where he lived and was going home. He didn't leave me any of his information. I haven't seen him since."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Now, that's interesting," Agent Morningstar called. "The officers who picked you up described another man with you that matches Doe's description."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""You mean the hot guy in my motel room? That's Castiel Novak. He's my boyfriend." Dean was almost surprised at how easily that particular lie came from his lips. "We've been apart from each other for a while, and just recently got back together. That's why he was so edgy when the cops came to take me. We're real close."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""I see." Morningstar looked at Dean like dog shit stuck to his shoe. "What's his name again?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Castiel Novak, N-O-V-A-K. And he's taken, so don't get any ideas. You know, those cops interrupted something good when they came knocking. Seriously, can't a guy get laid once in a while without Homeland Security showing up to give me blue balls?" Dean was sure they didn't believe him, but right now he didn't care. His heart was pounding, and his head had once again started to ache. He rubbed at his temples. "Is there anything useful that I can tell you guys? My head's killing me, and my boyfriend is going to be worried sick."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Do you have any idea what might have caused the explosion?" Crowley asked./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""None whatsoever. Can I go now?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"The two suited men exchanged a look. Then Agent Morningstar leaned forward. "I think it's time we were honest with you," he began./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Oh, what a welcome change!"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""The man you know as John Doe is actually a known spy with connections to a terrorist group," he explained. "His real name is James Graham. He worked with the CIA in the top secret weapons division. And when he left, he stole a prototype of a new type of weapon, one that is capable of doing tremendous amounts of damage to inorganic material while sparing organic. That is why both you and he survived largely unscathed when the weapon self-destructed."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Dean blinked. "What? You're telling me that the guy who saved my life did that after he set off the bomb that nearly got me killed in the first place?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""He didn't set it off. The weapon Mr. Graham stole was programmed to self-destruct in the event it was stolen, something Mr. Graham should have known about. We're fortunate that he either didn't know, or simply was unfortunate in where it went off. Had that happened in, say, a crowded subway station? The results could have been catastrophic."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""As it stands, the office has its hands full to contain this," Crowley added. "I don't want to frighten you, but that was not the only item of interest Mr. Graham stole. While he has no personal history of violence, he is a part of a radical terrorist cell. Until now, he was primarily involved in passing along information. We're not sure why he suddenly moved to stealing top-secret prototypes."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""But we'd certainly like to find out," Morningstar confirmed. "Once we capture him, he can give us information on the rest of the cell. With your help, it's possible we could prevent another Oklahoma City or 9/11."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Oh, man!" Dean rubbed at his temples. "This is just too much. I need to get back to my motel. What if this Graham guy comes back and hurts Castiel? I gotta get back and make sure he's alright!"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Crowley raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure your boyfriend is fine, Mr. Winchester. But now you understand how important it is that you contact us immediately if Mr. Graham should contact you again."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""He comes anywhere near us, I'll be on the phone," Dean assured. "Do you guys have cards or something? Thanks," he said, accepting them. He rubbed again at his head. "Ugh, here comes another migraine. Do you think you can get one of those cops to take me back to my motel, or else call me a cab or something? I just need to see Cass, make sure he's alright."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Of course." The agents actually looked concerned. Dean got up, swayed, and had to clutch the table for support. Crowley frowned at him. "You sure you don't want a doctor?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""I'll be fine," Dean groaned. He wished he'd been acting, but for a moment there, he'd suddenly felt weak. He'd actually been in real danger of falling flat on his face. He forced a reassuring smile. "I get these stupid things all the time. Who do I talk to about getting that ride back?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"****/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Castiel!" Dean yelled as he burst through the motel room door./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Castiel promptly scooped him into a tight hug. "Dean! I can't help but be worried what's going to happen when the other shoe drops." He pulled back, his blue eyes full of concern as he looked at Dean. "I was terrified."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""I'm ok, buddy," Dean assured. "But we need to pack up and move on. We still got a little money left, and there's a no-tell motel a couple blocks down. That's where we're headed. It means we gotta pay instead of the Red Cross, but at least Homeland Security won't be able to track us easily. Grab your shit and let's vacate the premises, ok?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Castiel didn't seem to understand, but when Dean obtained some garbage bags from a housekeeper and started throwing belongings into them, he did the same. Cass's strong arms proved useful for carrying multiple bags. The man certainly wasn't superhumanly strong, but he was easily a match for Dean. It was more than a little bit of a turn-on. Nope. Don't think about that. Time to focus on the job at hand. Dean quickly checked them out, and the two hiked rapidly down the street to the new motel./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Before long, the two of them were safely in the motel. It was one of the few places left that still let people pay with cash and didn't require a credit card or photo ID. Naturally, it catered to some seedy customers./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"As soon as they were in the room, Dean sat Cass down to talk to him. "Listen, Cass," he began, "there are some real lowlifes around here. You need to be very careful. The door stays locked at all times, ok? And do not go outside without me. Hopefully we won't be here long, and I'll figure something out. But I want you to stay inside with the door locked unless I take you out. You got it?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Castiel listened with a serious expression and then nodded. Dean hoped he'd understood./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Dean hated to subject a delivery person to the motel, but he saw no other choice. He'd brought home some potato salad from his bounty at work, but that had used the one and only container he'd been able to find that could fit into his tiny motel refrigerator. Fortunately, the pizza arrived without incident. Dean sat down with Castiel to eat. Once again, Cass seemed to immensely enjoy the food, quickly polishing off half the pie, as well as most of the side orders and the Pepsi Dean had ordered. When Cass suddenly belched, his face took on such a comical expression of surprise that Dean nearly choked laughing. "Dude, it's like you've never eaten before!"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Never eaten before," Cass parroted. His eyes were on his stomach, gazing down with an expression of wonder./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Dean snorted. "Come on, man, of course you've eaten before. You didn't get that big through photosynthesis! Someone taught you how to feed yourself."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Dean Winchester," Cass said, gazing fondly at Dean./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Dean paused. Since he'd lost all his dishes and silverware, everything that he'd fed Castiel so far had been finger food, like the breakfast burrito and the pizza. It made him think. Dean got up, pulled the container of potato salad out of the fridge, and grabbed one of the plastic spoons he'd picked up at the dollar store when he'd gotten socks and underwear for Cass. He handed both to his friend. "Here," he urged. "Try this."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"He hadn't been sure what to expect. At best, Casts would eat normally. At worst, he'd dig out a handful of potato salad and make a mess. So he was completely unprepared when Castiel, without hesitation, took a big bite of the plastic spoon./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Whoa! Spit it out! Here, into the trash, that's it. Here, lemme see. Open your mouth." Dean inspected Castiel's mouth, but fortunately saw no signs of bleeding. He sighed in relief. "Dammit, Cass, that was not food. Spoons are to eat food with." He sighed, noting the sad look Castiel was giving him. "Dude, I didn't trick you on purpose, ok? I needed to see how much you understood about silverware. Apparently, nothing at all."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Dean produced another spoon and showed Cass the basics of eating with a spoon. Cass promptly devoured the potato salad. Dean shook his head. "And people say I have a big appetite! Dude, you must have hollow legs or something."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Cass only belched again, patted his extended stomach, and groaned./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Yeah, you definitely ate too much, buddy. Just lie still for a bit. You'll feel better before too long."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"While Cass digested, Dean cleaned up. Then he produced a deck of cards. "Ok, I'm going to teach you a game called 'Go Fish.'"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Castiel was, apparently, completely illiterate. In the end, Dean had to have him show him the card he was looking for. But he could match the cards and caught on quickly. Dean soon found himself enjoying the game like he never had before. Through the eyes of his brain-damaged, amnesiac friend, everything was shiny and new. Besides, Cass took so much pleasure out of learning new things that it was impossible not to get caught up in his enthusiasm./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Then Dean sobered. "Hey, Castiel?" he called. "Is your name maybe Graham? James Graham?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""No idea," Castiel said./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Yeah, I guess we'd have no way to really know," Dean confessed. "But honestly, I'm leaning pretty hard towards 'no.' Got a queen?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Go fish."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Dean selected a card. "You want to know why those cops picked me up?" he asked. "It was because a couple of goons from Homeland Security wanted to talk to me. But honestly, they did not seem all that interested in the explosion. Your turn, by the way." He looked at the card Cass showed him. "That's a three."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Got a three?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Dean handed the card over and scowled as Cass laid down his cards. "You win again. Whatever. Anyway, the Homeland Security goons had me tell them the story, sure. And my asshole neighbor told them I was a terrorist. Remind me to punch him if we ever see him again."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Alright!" Cass said enthusiastically./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "But you know, I got the feeling pretty quick that the only thing they were really interested in was you."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Castiel Novak?" Castiel looked serious./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Yes and no. I fed them some lines of crap, buddy, because I didn't trust them. And it turns out, I was right not to." Dean relayed the story he'd been told, about how James Graham had stolen a top-secret prototype weapon. "You know, the more I think about it, the more it pisses me off," he growled. "Those guys really seemed to think I was a complete idiot. I mean, first of all, how can anything only affect non-organic material? And that was a lie right there. Whatever that was that exploded that night, it not only flattened my car and destroyed my building, but it also snapped off trees and hedges. Those are organic material! So right there, they were lying. Then there's the fact that ground zero was obviously my car. So unless that magic bomb went off when you, for some mysterious reason, put it on top of my car, that's another hole in their theory. Plus, that was no explosion," Dean continued, getting more annoyed by the minute. "I saw no scorch marks, no heat damage, and no fire except from the one in my apartment from my stove. So sorry, I'm not buying what they're selling. That leaves me to wonder what they're really after."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"He eyed Cass, who looked solemnly back at him. "They fed me this crock of crap story and threw in that you had other weapons specifically because they wanted me to tell them if I saw you again. So clearly, they're really after you, Castiel. But why?" He leaned forward. "Cass, do you remember who you are, what you did before we met?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Castiel nodded./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Great!" Dean whooped. He ran for a pen and paper and thrust them at Castiel. "Ok, write it down, or draw a picture, and we'll try to figure it out."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Castiel appeared puzzled. Dean put the pen in his hand and showed him how it could write. Then Cass quickly began to draw. His drawing was crude, little more than stick figures. But as Dean watched, he could make out two figures standing next to each other holding hands. Cass tapped his pen on one figure and pointed at Dean. Then he tapped the other and pointed at himself./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""I'm sorry, buddy, but I don't understand," Dean sighed. "Your job is, what, crossing guard?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Castiel looked frustrated. He got up, took Dean's hand, and led him forward towards the bed./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Dean eyed the bed. "You're part of an escort service?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Cass brightened. "Castiel Novak, escort service!"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Whoa, I was joking!" Dean's eyes were very wide. "Seriously? You're a male escort?" He eyed Cass and nodded. "I guess I can kind of see that. I mean, you're damned good-looking, buddy, and you were dressed pretty nice when we met. But, what, do you think one of your clients is upset with you or something?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Castiel shook his head. Once again, he looked frustrated. His blue eyes pleaded with Dean. He took Dean's hand and led him around, doing a circle of the entire room./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Sorry, man," Dean sighed again. "I wish I understood what you're trying to say."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Escort," Cass insisted./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Dean shrugged. "What the hell, it's a living, right? I'm not going to judge you. Unfortunately, it doesn't help much in figuring out why these guys are after you. I guess I need to keep talking to you, give you more words." He frowned. "That's another thing that confuses me. Why is it that you're only picking up things from me? You watched TV and picked up that damned southern accent. Why aren't you picking up words from anyone or anything but me?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Castiel Novak escort Dean Winchester," Castiel said./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';""Dude, please don't say that," Dean begged. He took a deep breath and plunged ahead. "I already told you that you were good-looking, and I guess this is the part where I tell you I'm also bisexual. Now, I won't make a move on you or anything, and I hope to God you're not a homophobe, but my hormones are bad enough without you announcing you're here as my escort, ok?"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Castiel looked disappointed. "Don't say that. I'm not going to judge you. Honestly, I think you're about the only good thing in my life right now."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Even though, intellectually, Dean knew that Cass was only parroting his own words back at him as always, Dean felt a warm glow spread over him. "I love you, man."/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"Castiel smiled. "I love you, Dean Winchester."/p