"Cas..Cas please come back. I'm sorry…. I love you too I promise, Cas.." Dean's eyes were closed, it was just a dream. Cas knew this, he wanted to know what it was about. It had been years but he still had so much to learn about people, about, well...Dean. Dean turned to face Castiel now and let out a whimper. Cas wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with Dean and hold him, to wake him up and kiss him. To tell Dean that he loves him too and that he doesn't need to apologize because Cas has already forgiven him for whatever it could have been. But he hadn't confessed to his hunter yet, he hadn't taken that trust fall but he was hoping that when he did, Dean would be there to catch him.
Just as he does every morning Dean stumbles into the bunker kitchen and makes himself coffee, which Sam helps himself to despite claiming that he's sworn off caffeine. A bold face lie that Dean wouldn't even begin to believe. But as of late the angel has taken it upon himself to make coffee for Dean and in consequence, Sam. It had just turned into a new routine, the first couple of times Dean had mumbled something about being treated like a princess. Which Cas elected to ignore, as he does with most of Dean's snark nowadays. Only giving Dean, blue, knowing eyes as he drinks the coffee just the way he likes it, because the angel has "always been so far up my ass" that Cas knows by heart; scalding, dark brown, and with just enough sugar to be bittersweet. Obsessive? No, absolutely twitterpated? Yes.
"Dean, I need to tell you something today." Cas shifted his weight forward towards Dean who was now leaning back on the counter looking up from his cup.
"Well it sounds important, you sure you can't just spit it out now?" Dean drifted over to the sink and let the tap run over his dirty dish before putting it in the rack.
"I could but I feel like now isn't the right time. If been...running around the bush."
Once he was done Dean turned to face Cas and sighed, "Beating around the bush. Well what the hell could it be? You're always pretty direct Cas, you all of a sudden developed tact?"
The angel's face falls, "That sounds like an insult."
"I'm sorry, I just...I don't know I didn't sleep very well. I had a weird dream."
"You know dreams give a person insight to their conscience and inner psychic. Oh is that the Columbia I bought?" Sam padded into the kitchen, with his less than ideal timing as always.
"Inner psychic? Dude I told you to stop reading those chick magazines." Dean rolled his eyes and made his way back to his room. "Get ready, we need to leave soon we have a hunt in Arkansas we need to get to. Walker infestation at a cemetery and hiking trail."
Once Dean was for sure out of ear shot Cas moved over to Sam who was fixing his own mug of coffee.
"Sam I need your help." Cas started in on an explanation but before he could finish Sam cut him off.
"Yeah I know what today is Cas. Yeah I know you want to confess to him today. You already know what I think about it man. You should just go for it. The worst he can say is that he doesn't feel the same."
"But what if it's not a good time? And yes the worst thing he can say is that he doesn't feel the same. I feel as if you're belittling my experience Sam." Cas scowls. There's never a good time, they're hunters and he's an angel, well kind of.
Sam chuckles "Cas there is never going to be a good time. So why not just do it? On a really important anniversary too. I mean normal people do it all the time."
Cas sighs, and resolves that he'll just pack Baby while he waits for Dean and Sam to get ready. He has always been jealous of the Impala, it has always been an irrational jealousy, why would Castiel be jealous of a car? But now that he's ready to confess his feelings to Dean he understands why. Dean's attention, care, love goes into his Baby and Cas would love to take the car's place.
By the time both Sam and Dean had clamored into the car and bickered about the music, Cas had come up with a million different ways to tell Dean and he had vetoed every single one. What do you say to the man who you have been infatuated with since you pulled him out of Hell eleven years ago? That you've fallen in love with him, despite him being so human, flawed, that you love his flaws despite what he may think of his flaws. Maybe he should just say that, but how in the hell is he supposed to muster the courage for it? Castiel was created as a soldier, emotions were out of reach but he had gotten better. He could understand most of Dean's "dad jokes", as Sam calls them.
"Dude are you okay? You're usually quiet but the thousand yard stare is usually reserved for you giving me the quiet treatment." Dean pauses, "Did I do something?"
"No, I just….have something I'm thinking about." Cas looked out the window trying to coerce Dean's gaze off of him.
Sam broke the silence that was suffocating all of them, "Hey, who's hungry! There's a restaurant just a mile away! Hog Wild, sounds….greasy." Sam wrinkled his nose at the thought of the food.
"Great I'm starving! I don't know about you two but I'm craving a burger and fries." Dean grinned, and took one last look in the rear view mirror at Cas.
Sam rolled his eyes, "Okay then next stop Hog Wild, Salina, Kansas."
(Feedback is very appreciated, this isn't my first time writing a fic. So feel free to give me criticism.)