Dean settles at his seat. He saw the priest at the other side of the confessional settle too –Castiel runs his fingers through his dark hair and sighs to himself. He looks tired. Oh well, Dean smirks, he can fix that. But, only if the father would let him. Damn, he may have lusted for the frigging priest but he's not a ruthless man who uses force to get what he wants. Shut it.

"Hello, Dean." Father Castiel greeted, "I see you considered going to confession."

"Damn, Father. Am I really that man of so many sins?" Dean teased. So what if he's flirting, he doesn't mind.

"Dean." Father Castiel said with that voice of his that offers such authority –it made Dean sit up straighter. "Your mouth."

Dean mentally smirks at the double meaning of those words, but he shrugged. "Sorry, father."

"What brought you here, Dean?"

"C'mon, Father. Im here to confess." Dean said, he's enjoying this. Clearly the priest knows him even when they hadn't really talked. Not until now.

"You haven't been to a confessional since you were a kid. You haven't been to a confessional. At all. What changed? Or more like it. What is your purpose, Dean?" The priest said, he's now turned at his seat to fully face Dean thorugh the screen. His blue eyes glinting as sliver of moonlight from the open window of the church pass through the slight opening at the top of each door of the confessional.

Dean shrugs again and made a "I don't care" face. "Im here to talk to you."

Castiel frowns, tilting his head to the side a bit that makes Dean smile. Just a bit.

"We're talking." The priest deadpanned.

"Cas, we're here to talk about my sins."

"Cas?"

Oh fookin' hell. Did he said that out loud. Oh shit, Cas? Cas? Dean can hear Sam's reasoning voice at the back of his mind saying: "Really, Dean? You're confusing porn with reality again."

Except this isn't porn. More like fantasy. Don't judge the term, will ya.

Dean tries to push it off with nonchalance but knows he failed. "Cas. You know. Castiel."

The priest's mouth quirks up as though he's going to smile but stops himself before he do so. "I like it. Its better than what my brothers call me. But." Father Castiel paused, his voice going stern again. "You will address me as Father Castiel."

Dean squirms at his seat again. Hot damn, that voice. Dean's sure Cas can *ahem* Father Castiel can read erotic text and It would be better than the visuals porn provides. Well it is, for Dean at least.

"Dean are you…" the priest trails off, searching for his own words. "… uncomfortable?"

"What?"

Father Castiel sighs and dropped it off. "Tell me, then. If you really are here to confess. What is your sin, Dean?"

"I've lusted." Dean answered.

"Its only natural." The priest answered without skipping a beat. "Its something that –you could say, accompanied the sins that spread out since Eve took a bite of the apple offered by the serpent. I would assume you already know this. Since I am sure, you're not really an…" another pause." Adventure-less man, Dean."

"I've lusted for another man." Dean said, as though that would explain it all.

"And?"

"Father…" Dean said, he's really enjoying this bickering. Who knew they already talk like an old married couple even when they only started talking to each other. "Not like I really care. But isn't that wrong?"

The priest gave him a small smile and Dean's breath hitched. Damn, he's beautiful.

"The Lord is utterly indifferent to sexual orientation. Why would the thing that exist between the legs of both man and woman restrict the power of love? When, after all. The scripture teaches us to love everyone. Unconditionally and with all our will."

Dean doesn't answer. He doesn't know what to say. Somewhere in the room, he heard a confessional door open and close. Perhaps, John is quick. But this –Dean didn't expect any of this. Nor the question than his mouth blurted out without consulting his brain.

"Are you indifferent to sexual orientation, Cas?"

Father Castiel gave him a small, knowing smile. A smile that says he knows how stubborn Dean can be. But also a smile that says he knows how much Dean Winchester cares for something he values the most.

"What do you think, Dean?" he said. "I am a man serving the Lord for almost half my life. I have my reasons to do so. And I am not saying all of those are clean. Questions that I cant find the answer anywhere. And yet, I found all the answers here."

Then the priest leans in, his face so close through the screen and Dean unconsciously leans in too. They're breath ghosting at each other's faces. Green eyes stares openly at blue ones, revealing everything between each other at the privacy of a small confessional in a small town church.

"So tell me, Dean. What do you think?"