Author's Note: Wow! Thank you so much for the many follows and favs. And thank you so much, ElkeCQuinn, I'm so glad you liked the last chapter. :) I'm working on a Thanksgiving fic, which is why this is a bit delayed. The inspiration came from me being a lonely idjit and reading now one of my favorite love poems, "i carry your heart with me" by e.e cummings, which is where the title comes from-the full title ought to be "The Deepest Secret Nobody Knows". It's a great poem, highly recommend it. Anyway, I'll shut up now, hope you enjoy the drabble!
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"Cas..." Dean began slowly, not knowing how exactly to phrase it. "...what's that you got there?" he said gently.
Castiel was buried under mounds and mounds of crumpled paper, covered in scribbles, crossed-out words and phrases. His head lay down on the desk, and his hands, ink-stained and calloused, were knotted in his short, dark hair.
"I can't do it." he lamented, shaking his head and causing more shreds of paper flying up.
"Can't do what?" came the hunter, moving over slowly and crouching so that his head was level with the desk and his arms were resting on it, while he was bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"I have studied Shakespeare, Poe, Austen, Cummings, all the great love poets of the ages. But I still can't find a way to express my feelings..."
Dean's eyebrows rose and his heart sunk. Cas... in love? He only hoped whoever she was, she was drop-dead gorgeous and damn good to him.
The hunter had been compiling his feelings, and, via many badgerings and teasings from Sam, he decided he was in love with the damn guy. Instead of showing his true feelings, he grinned, and inched conspiratorially closer.
"She a busty Asian babe?" he joked weakly.
"No, he is not." Cas said, turning his head to face the classic rocker.
"Busty Asian dude then?" he replied.
Cas' eyes burrowed into Dean's own.
"No. He is the most intelligent, witty, brave and beautiful soul I've ever met." he said honestly.
"Can't play matchmaker if you don't tell me who it is." Dean said with a wink.
And, all in one slow, sweet moment, the angel's head lifted and drew closer to Dean's, and then his warm hand was on the hunter's cheek and their lips met.
The kiss was sweet, and gentle, but also strong and firm, forever sealing the ties that bound them.
"If you haven't noticed, Dean, it's you I am enamored with." Cas said as he pulled away.
"Love you too, Cas." Dean said with a smile that lit up the room, and slid his fingers through the angel's own.