Cas couldn't listen to any of the music he had, it all reminded him too much of Dean. He felt pathetic for letting this boy affect him so much. He stayed on the couch all day and night watching random movies. Michael gave up trying to get through to him. Cas didn't know what he was going to do on Monday. Perhaps he could explain a shortened version of things to and get a seat change so he wouldn't have to be beside Dean any more. As he watched Say Anything he wished Dean would stand outside his window next to his classic car holding a stereo that was blasting some sappy love song. He was acting like a total girl and wanted to slap himself for falling into a gay stereotype. He sighed and ran a hand through his messy dark hair.

"Cas, do you want anything in particular for dinner?" Samandriel asked from the kitchen with Michael. "No," Cas croaked out. He doubted he would even be able to eat dinner. He just kept his eyes fixed on the 80's movie not really watching it. He wished things went in real life like they did in movies. He wished he had a friend that would eat a carton of ice cream with him and bad mouth Dean in attempt to make him feel better. Hell, he almost wished he were straight so he wouldn't be in this mess and would be scoping out girls at the mall with Dean instead. In truth, he just wanted something that would take away the pain of losing Dean and replace it with the joy of being in his company again. Suddenly there was the familiar rumble of a familiar engine and Cas almost fell and gave himself another concussion trying to get to the window to peer out. There was nothing but the dark empty suburban street. He was beginning to think he'd gone crazy.

Dean had been sitting outside Cas's house for a half hour trying to build up the courage to do something. He just couldn't bring himself to get out of the impala. He thought briefly that perhaps it was better for Cas to move away from here. He would be away from all the homophobic bullshit that consumed this washed up town. Mostly, though, Dean thought it best that Cas stayed away from him. He didn't want to hurt Cas any more than he already did. So, Dean just drove home. He picked up Jo when she ran to him right as he opened the door. He spun her around before dropping her on the couch where she giggled like a maniac. Then he trudged down the hall to Sammy's room. He may have been younger than Dean, but he knew a hell of a lot more.

"Sammy?" Dean said as he walked into his room. Sam looked up from his homework. "Yeah?" Dean sighed and plopped down on Sam's bed and covered his face with his hands. "I fucked up," Dean told him through his hands. "Oh, god, Dean, please don't tell me I'm going to be an uncle," Sam said panicky. Dean lifted his head and glared at his brother. "Don't worry, Samantha, you're not going to be an aunt just yet." Sam rolled his eyes and looked back down at his homework. "What happened then?" Dean rubbed his face trying to build up the nerve to tell his brother. "Cas-uh-Cas told me he loves me." Sam's eyes widened and he looked up at Dean. "Really? I thought he'd never get the nerve up." Dean opened his mouth only to shut it again. "What?" He stared at his brother shocked. Sam shrugged. "It was kind of obvious that he has feelings for you. I mean the way he looked at you was like he was seeing the sun for the first time." Dean rolled his eyes at his brother's chick flick tendencies.

"So, I'm guessing you hightailed it out of there?" Sam looked up with a cocked eyebrow. "Yeah, pretty much," Dean sighed. "Well, how do you feel about him, Dean?" Dean thought about it even though he didn't need to. He knew how he felt about Cas and he knew it was about damn time he admitted it. "I think I love him, Sam," Dean sighed. "So what the hell are doing here with me? Go apologize," Sam ordered. Dean shook his head. "He's leaving to live with Gabriel on Saturday. It's for the best." Sam scoffed. "Dean, that's bullshit and you know it. Are you really going to let him just leave?" Sam was getting mad now. "Stop being so selfish! Just because it's easier for you to let him go than to admit your feelings doesn't mean it's easier for him! He has feelings too, Dean, and I'm pretty positive their hurt right now. So, nut up and go to him."

Dean gaped at his little brother. He saw his point and it made Dean feel like shit, but he needed some time to process it all. "I just need some time to think about it, alright?" Sam sighed. "Fine, but if you don't go to him before he leaves I'll tell him you suck your thumb when you sleep," Sam threatened. Dean chuckled and nodded. He stood and made to leave, but stopped in the doorway.

"Sam?"

"Yeah, Dean?"

"Thanks."

Dean knew it was vague, but he also knew Sam would understand what he meant.

"Of course, Dean. You're my brother, I love you."

"You're such a girl."

Sam gave him the bitch face.

"All right, I love you too," Dean muttered before leaving.

Dean spent the next two days trying to sort out feelings that he already had sorted out. It was Saturday and Dean's stomach was clenched all day. It was dinnertime and it was raining, how fitting, and Dean was practically bouncing with anticipation. He knew what he wanted to do, what he /had/ to do, but not what he was going to do. He knew that Gabriel was still there because he drove with Ellen to the grocery store in her car and saw Gabriel's in Cas's driveway. It was a relief, but it also knotting his stomach up even further. He didn't know what he was waiting for. Some sort of divine sign, maybe. He just needed to know that what he wanted to do was the right thing. Sitting in the living room with Ellen and Sam after dinner, he found his sign. Ellen flipped through the main single numbered channels and each one was airing the six o'clock news. Dean wasn't really paying attention until a voice said "Castiel Novak." His head shot up and he looked at the screen. Ellen flipped too quickly. The next channel said "Dean Winchester," before Ellen flipped it. She was as sick of the story as Dean was. "Go to," was the next bit and Dean's heart was in his throat. This couldn't be happening. Things like this only happen in the movies. "Him." That was it for Dean. He shot up and grabbed his keys. He was out of there before Ellen or Sam could question him. He didn't even grab his jacket.

Dean all but jumped in the Impala. He sped so fast to Castiel's he had to thank god he didn't crash on the slippery roads. When Dean pulled up Cas was walking out of the door carrying a garbage bag over his shoulder. The rational part of Dean was confused, but the irrational side was winning right now so he didn't question it. Instead he jumped from the car and ran up to Castiel. Castiel noticed him when he pulled up in his car. "Dean, what are you-" Dean grabbed Castiel's face and crash their lips together before Castiel could continue. The kiss was warm and tingly all over. Dean forgot about how cold and wet he was. He forgot that the sun had set so they were standing in the dark. He forgot he didn't have a jacket and would probably get sick. He forgot everything except for Castiel. He pulled away and looked Cas in the eyes. "Don't go," he begged. Cas looked at him confused. "To take out the garbage?" Dean looked confused now. "No, with Gabriel. He told me you were going to stay with him." A look of realization crossed Cas's face and he rolled his eyes. "Dean, I believe Gabriel lied to you. I'm not going anywhere, I never was." A wide smile broke out on Dean's face and he laughed. "God, I love him!" He exclaimed. He could've been mad at Gabriel, but he was too busy being grateful for Gabriel helping him get the balls to make things right. "But not as much as I love you." With that Dean's mouth was on Cas's again and he had never been so sure before that things were going to be okay.