A/N: This song is called "I'm not in Love" by 10CC. (A personal favorite of mine)

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it.

~I'm not in love
So don't forget it
It's just a silly phase I'm going through~

Dean was in denial. And grumpy. And Sam was about done with it.
"Just call him already, Dean!" Sam had shot at him, out of the blue, from his perspective anyway. They had had a particularly heated discussion again, because apparently, Dean had been an unbearable prick according to Sammy, again.
Every time Sam as much as mentioned Castiel's name, Dean had flipped, in an overly unnecessary fashion. He'd even gone so far as to (thou protest too much, thought Sam) exclaim that he never wanted to see that "stupid, righteous ass" again.

Dean couldn't help himself, though. Since his first dream of Cas, he had been dreaming about him every single time he fell asleep. So, in turn, he made it his life mission to try and avoid sleep as much as he could, for as long as he could, at all costs. And currently, those costs included his less than pleasant mood and quite possibly his sanity, because as much as he was prideful and damn sure he didn't need anyone.. He was considering it. He was considering calling for the damn angel.

~I like to see you
But then again
That doesn't mean you mean that much to me~

"Cas.. Castiel.. I don't know if you're liste-" Dean began, but was cut short abruptly when he heard that familier, heart stopping voice. "Dean?! What is it? Are you okay? Do you need my assistance?!"
And as Dean looked up, there was the angel, in all his glory.. Castiel.. And Dean had to struggle not to look straight into his eyes, because surely, it would break him.
Dean shook his head and then lowered it slightly, in exasperation, or shame, or defeat, he wasn't sure. "No.. no. I just.. We.." Dean stumbled, his downward gaze making it so he missed the questioning look on Castiel's face. "Sam said I needed to call you.. Apparently, I am 'unbearable'" Dean mocked, his fingers acting as quotation marks. Castiel only chuckled and sat down next to where Dean was currently seated, on the sidewalk.
"I'm sorry I pulled you from.. whatever." Dean started, dismissively. "It's nothing, really.. So if you're busy, it's fine. You can get back to whatever you were doing." Dean continued, his eyes still focused downward, this time on his own hands, which, for some reason he pretended to be unknown to him (nerves..) were a mess of fiddling and twitching fingers. And for a second, before Castiel could answer, he pretended that the angel was waiting for his call. That that was the reason he appeared so quickly.. But then again.. Cas probably did think it was an emergency, seeing as he hadn't called on him for months.

~And just because
I call you up
Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made~

Castiel uttered a deep sigh before moving one of his hands to cover Dean's clearly restless ones. "Dean.." He started, his voice deep, tired. "Look at me, Dean." Castiel then said, commanding. His voice felt booming, even though they spoke in whispers.
Dean lifted his head and, after doing his past to steel his face into a passive stare, let his eyes wander up to Castiel's eyes, involuntarily having his tongue dart out with the speed of light to lick his own bottom lip as his eyes raked across the angel's lips.

"Dean.. I always have time for you. Even if it's for nothing more than sitting side by side on a sidewalk in the middle of nowhere. It doesn't have to be an emergency." He stated, his blue eyes boring into Dean's green ones. Castiel tried as best he could to let his eyes underline the truth in his words.
"Now, tell me.. Why does Sam think you're.. unbearable?"

Dean chuckled a little and looked away from the angel again, this time looking into the distance, his legs pulled up and his arms resting across his knees. He had a faint smile on his lips. "Apparently, not sleeping makes me a bit.. cranky." Dean said with a slight laugh. Castiel watched him, watched the forced laugh, the nervous fiddling of fingers. And if guided by some divine force (Castiel had to chuckled inward at that), he moved his hand, once again covering Dean's, this time squeezing lightly. "I understand, Dean.." Cas said, because he did. "Why are you not sleeping?" He asked.
Dean sighed and looked at his hands, covered by Cas's. "I keep having these.. Dreams.." Dean started and Cas interrupted. "Nightmares?" He asked, his eyes darkening slightly because he would not accept anything plaguing this human, not even in his dreams. But Dean shook his head. "No.. Not nightmares.. Just.. Dreams." And Cas raised a questioning brow. He didn't understand.. But then, suddenly, it clicked. He understood. Dean had missed him. So much so that he had dreams about him. This gave Castiel an idea, one that made him feel excitement and yet dreaded in fear at the same time.

Dean gasped, having suddenly reappeared in his bedroom at Bobby's place, sitting on the side of the bed, Castiel still beside him, still holding onto his hands. But then, Castiel let go of his hands and Dean didn't like the sudden cold on his hands. Castiel had stood up and slightly nudged Dean's shoulder. "Lie down, Dean." He simply commanded and Dean looked a little taken aback. Wait.. What's going on here? Dean asked himself, but then Cas chuckled. The angel actually chuckled, out loud.
"Lie back, Dean. I will help you sleep. And when you close your eyes, keep in mind that I am still here, even if I am in Heaven, you only have to call on me and I will be there." He said, his tone still commanding, despite the chuckles he had let out not a mere 10 seconds ago.

Dean went to lie back and before closing his eyes, he looked up at the angel one last time. "Don't tell Sammy.." he whispered. He wanted to continue the sentence, to say he didn't want his little brother knowing he was right, but his eyes grew heavy and soon he fell in a deep slumber.
Cas sat down on the bed next to where Dean's sleeping body was, and thought the body was sleeping, it seemed restless, so Cas opened his mind and waited.
And beforelong, he heard his name, clear as day, coming from Dean's unconcious mind. "Cas.. Please.. I need you here." And Cas closed his eyes and jumped, metaphorically.

Castiel was taken aback when he entered Dean's dream. Dean's dream was the exact same place he resided in in Heaven. The park, the bench, the quiet. The green grass, the sun shining gently on his face, and the sky blue and without clouds.
He saw Dean sitting on said bench and made his way to sit beside him. "This.. This is what you dream of..?" Castiel said, carefully weighing his words. So many things he wanted to say instead, but this seemed like the safest route to follow. He looked to the side, to Dean, to see him nod in reply. "Yes.. Well.. Sort of anyway. Only normally I.. Normally you don't see me." Dean started.
Castiel felt a strange warmth make its way over his body, over his soul. He let a small smile rest on his face and took hold of Dean's hand again. "I see you now.." He simply said, his voice small, gentle. Dean smiled, he couldn't help himself. He looked at Castiel and squinted his eyes a little. "So you do." He stated.
Neither knew who initiated, neither could define whether it was real or a dream at this point, and to be frank, right in this moment, neither cared. All they knew, is that suddenly, there was touching of lips. Gentle, languidedly slow..
And when Dean awoke the next morning, alone in his bed and not having felt this rested in months, he moved his fingers up to his lips before shaking his head. It was just a dream.. He thought to himself, before getting up from his bed and into the new day.

~So if I call you
Don't make a fuss
Don't tell your friends about the two of us
I'm not in love, no no.~