Y is for You

"Cas!"

Dean chased after the Angel. He caught up to him just outside the bunker,

"Dean," Castiel said, turning to face the hunter.

"Stop, talk to me," Dean said, grabbing his arm.

"She found it," Castiel said, "I never thought…I was ok with never finding it." He stepped closer to Dean. "I was ready to live my life with you and Bobby."

"We can still have that," Dean said.

"My grace-" Castiel started.

"If you don't want to, don't take it," Dean said.

"But Fiona went to hell and back, literally," Castiel said.

"I know, but…" Dean sighed. "I love you. I don't care if you are an Angel, or a human, or a demon. I love you, Castiel."

Castiel stood there, letting Dean's words sink in. He knew the hunter meant what he said. He had said it thousand times over since the night in the woods. Countless 'I love you.'s, saving each other from the supernatural that haunted their lives, showing their love in every single form they could. There was no hint of a lie in Dean's words.

"Without my grace-" Castiel started.

"Grace or no grace, you are still Castiel. The Angel who rebelled against heaven. The one who saved me from me. The one who is always looking over for others, even if you mess up sometimes, it's all out of a place of caring and trying to help. Your grace doesn't define you," Dean said, pulling him close.

"But-" Castiel said.

"I don't care. Take your grace back or don't. You are still you," Dean said, his hands cupping Castiel's cheeks.

"Dean," Castiel said, his eyes watering slightly.

"I love you, Castiel Winchester," Dean said. He pressed his lips to his.

Castiel melted into his touch. He wrapped his arms around the hunter holding him close.