Author's Note:

Yes, I know what you're thinking...I'm still alive! This chapter has been a long time in the making, and I apologize. School is wrecking my life, so my free time is basically non-existent. The epilogue may take a while, but I think it should be up by mid-May or mid-June. Again, I may take forever to upload, but I always finish my fics, so it will come. Thank you for everyone who's been sticking with me even though I'm an extremely unreliable writer.

"Dean, will you please just talk to me?" Cas's voice said behind him.

Dean ignored him and continued walking. He was never speaking to Cas again. Never. Maybe he could petition heaven for a new angel; preferably one he wasn't going to fall in love with and then drunkenly confess his feelings to.

"Dean! Will you please just stop!"

The quickest escape was back to the bar, and he wondered how much alcohol he would need to permanently erase this from his brain. Because the way Dean saw it, the only solution to drunken confessions was to drink a fuck ton more alcohol and pretend it didn't happen.

Too bad Cas disagreed with his philosophy.

Dean was almost to the safety of the bar was Cas appeared in front of him. Damn Cas and his stupid poofing abilities , Dean thought as he promptly turned around and walked the other way. Now he knew he was just stalling because Cas was a magical angel, and Dean wasn't fucking Houdini.

"Dean Winchester!"

Suddenly, Dean found himself pinned against the side of Impala with Cas leaning close to his face. He tried to look away, but Cas roughly grabbed his chin and forced their eyes to meet. Had Dean been in a better mood, he would have enjoyed Cas's attention being singularly focused on him. Now, it just made him uncomfortable.

"You must be the single most infuriating human to ever grace the earth."

Dean laughed. Surprisingly, it wasn't cynical or mocking. Cas, who spent the last weeks unaware of Dean's struggles, thought he was infuriating.

"Stop laughing," Cas hissed, his voice low and dark.

Dean stopped laughing. Cas refused to loosen his grip on Dean's shirt collar, which made running away nearly impossible. Dean figured this was where it ended; nothing dramatic or explosive, just them in a fucking parking lot.

"You are going to stay there and listen to me. Do you understand, Dean Winchester?"

Dean nodded his head. Well, I had a good run. At least, he'll let me down easy. Who knows? Maybe my fucking soul mate or whatever is still waiting out there, Dean thought. This was the end. He tried not show any emotion even though he was pretty sure his soul was wilting.

Cas let go of his shirt and ruffled his hair. He turned his back to Dean for a moment, then turned back around. He looked nervous and kept fidgeting his hands. Dean couldn't decide if it would be less heartbreaking for him to push Cas along or just let everything naturally progress.

A loud shriek drew his attention away from Cas. A woman and a man stumbled out of the bar, clinging to each other. They were clearly drunk. But happy drunk. Dean wanted to kill them both.

Cas scrapped his shoe against the pavement and hung his head. At this point, Dean knew he should say something, but Cas seemed so adamant about him not saying a fucking word.

"I've never done this before. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say."

Dean wanted to choke. Cas was literally admitting that he didn't know how to break up with him.

"Hey, that's okay buddy. I can take a hint. Sorry I make this so fucking weird, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, " Dean said, his voice breaking.

"No, Dean I believe that's my faul-"

"It was kind of stupid for me to think you'd feel...you know."

Dean couldn't make eye contact with Cas as he spoke. He felt so ashamed. In order to get through his sentence, he had to stare at the cracks in the pavement. Where was the beer when you needed it?

The silence was more of a punch to the gut than any words Cas could have said. Dean stuffed his hands into his pockets, imagining the horror on Cas's face as he disappeared to as far away from Dean as possible. He couldn't look up. He couldn't look up and see that Cas was gone.

After a minute or maybe and hour, Dean pushed himself off the Impala and looked up. He thought he'd just go back to the bunker and pray that when Sam got back he doesn't notice anything.

Cas was still there. He was standing right in front of Dean like nothing had happened. What the fuck?

"How is it possible for you to be this dense?" Cas demanded.

"Excuse me?"

"You've outsmarted demons, wendigos, and witches, but you think I'm rejecting you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry! Is flirting with random blonde chicks a part of angel courting or something?"

Cas stepped closer to Dean, looking more confused than angry. Dean wanted to end this conversation right fucking now. He'd already humiliated himself more than he ever thought was possible. At this point, he'd be lucky if he and Cas could ever make eye contact again.

"Do you mean Sarah? She was very nice, but I told her I wasn't interested."

Dean paused. His heart sped up for a moment before he forced it to settle down. Cas was not saying what Dean thought he was saying. Dean saw them together; how happy they looked. He dipped his head again and looked away.

"Is that why you left so suddenly?"

"Come on, Cas...you're you, and I'm just...me. It was stupid to think it could work in the first place."

"Dean…"

Dean felt Cas's hand on his chin, so he shrugged it off. He'd had enough of being man handled today, thank you very much. But Cas was a persistent son of a bitch and gently titled Dean's face to him.

"If you weren't so busy attempting to sabotage your own happiness, maybe you would have noticed what was right in front of you."

He can't be saying what I think he's saying? Right. No fucking way. No, no, no.

"I'd very much like to enter into a relationship with you."

Dean blinked a few times. The words took a moment to process. Cas wanted to date him. Cas wanted to date him. Once the words registered in Dean's brain, every emotion flooded his system at once. He couldn't sort them out; some of it felt like excitement other parts were shock. HIs brain couldn't decide which parts to act on.

"Dean? Did you hear me?"

"Yea..yea I heard you, Cas."

"Because if you have changed your mind-"

"Jesus fucking Christ, no! No! God no!"

Cas's brow was furrowed in that adorable way that really made Dean want to kiss him. And then he realized that words only fucked things up. Hell yes, kissing was the only fucking appropriate thing to do.

So, Dean grabbed the back of Cas's neck and kissed him in the parking lot of a random bar. And it was amazing. Cas was warm, rough, and he smelled like home. As Cas combed his fingers through Dean's hair, Dean wondered how he'd gone without this for so long. Maybe Cas didn't know what he was doing, but Dean was pretty sure no kiss could ever compare to this.

A large drop of water hit Dean's nose, and he pulled away. Cas whined a little, so Dean pressed a kiss to the top of his nose. Another raindrop hit his head, followed by another and another.

"I think we may have to move inside, Cas. It's starting to rain."

When Dean pulled his keys out of his pocket, he glanced sideways and noticed something strange. It was raining on them, but the rest of the ground seemed dry. The hell?

"Hey, Cas...why's it only raining on us?"

Cas tilted his head like Dean was failing to understand something very simple.

"I heard that kissing in the rain was romantic. Was the internet wrong?"

Dean paused and looked at the genuinely confused expression on Cas's face. Then, he started laughing. He couldn't help it. Here he was, kissing the man he loved in the rain because an angel of the lord heard from the internet that it was romantic.

Dean put both his hands in Cas's hair so that Cas would stop looking like he had done something wrong. This clueless, romantic, angel was Dean's. All his. And he really liked the way that looked.

"Yea, Cas, it's romantic."

Just to prove it, Dean kissed him again even though they were both going to be soaking wet. And Dean was pretty sure, no matter how fucking cheesy it was, that it was the best kiss he'd ever had.


"Dean," Cas said as they were laying on the bed.

Thank god Sam was gone or else he probably would have seen much more of Cas and Dean than he ever wanted to. Frankly, Dean wasn't quite sure where his shirt had ended up. Maybe it was somewhere under Cas's pants…

"Who did you think was writing those notes to you?" Cas asked.

Dean turned his face into the pillow trying not to turn bright red. Fuck, he was so stupid.

"...Sam."

"I don't think you're brother's in love you with you, Dean."

"No, I don't think he is. I guess that just leaves you, huh?"

Cas looped his arm around Dean's waist and snuggled on his chest. Dean would never say it aloud, because the word 'cuddling' was not in his vocabulary, but it felt nice. Eh finally had someone who wasn't going to leave. He had a home. Cas was home.