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Prompt: "Look, i know we agreed to be friends and everything but that's what everyone says when they break up. i can't take you asking me for advice on how to ask out the new person you're interested in, okay? it's killing me"

I can't stand it

Dean was lying on the couch, thoughtful.

They had just came back from a vampire hunting and he was exhausted. Sam was already working on a new case in the living room, and Cas... well, Cas was wandering around, as usual. As he was an actual angel, he couldn't really tell where he was. A kind of pretty nice independence.

He turned on the other side and suddenly gasped. Cas, sat right in front of him, raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth, but Dean was faster than him and screamed:

"Cas, what the fuck! We've talked about it, damn it!"

"My apologies, Dean."

"No, don't apologize, just do what the fuck we tell you," he grumbled. "We've known each other for years and yet you keep doing this."

The angel was about to apologize again but then realized it would have been the exact opposite of what Dean wanted, so he remained quiet. Instead, he asked him how he was going.

"I'm fine", Dean said. "You?"

"You're still mad for the Impala, aren't you?"

A vampire had taken the car while they were busy killing an entire nest, and the car didn't come out of this unscathed. So yeah, he was pissed off.

"I guess she'll survive it, she always does," he muttered.

The hunter was about to add something when he noticed Cas' hair, Cas' blue tie, Cas' trench, Cas' white shirt. He was just... perfect. They had only come back ten minutes ago, they had plenty of blood all over their clothes, but Cas, him, looked like he was going to a wedding ceremony, or a... or a date.

"So how's it going on with Meg?" he asked despite himself.

Cas smiled – a bloody perfect smile. His heart bled a little.

"Good, actually. We've been working on a case including Crowley's business, and I think we got a lead. She really wants to help us, you know. You should be more indulgent with her..."

Dean ignored this burning feeling of sadness eating him alive from the inside. He ignored it as much as he could. Because he was the one who had first asked about her, so if they were now talking about this, it was his fault. But he also knew Cas liked to talk about her. He had noticed that, lately. And he knew Cas was way too busy trying to get things right in the world to see what was right in front of his eyes.

Just like the time he had confessed to him. At that time, he almost had to draw him a picture of what he was actually feeling and what kind of relationship he wanted to build with him. It was almost funny now.

"Even though she's a demon, I believe in redemption, Dean. I think you should give her a chance. She deserves it. She's a really nice person."

And she loves you. But you don't realize that, and you like her so much, it'd be just perfect if we could all get along, because who wants to have relationship's issues? C'mon man, you're an angel, I'm a hunter, and she's a demon.

The worst, in all of this, was that Castiel was in love with her too. He hadn't said it out loud, but it was as obvious as the nose in the middle of the face. The way he was describing her, the way he was acting when her name was mentioned...

Dean actually could have found this cute.

If only he'd been over their broken relationship. Which he hadn't. Clearly. Even though he had tried, for weeks, for months, to convince himself that everything was okay, that everything was over but that it wasn't the end of the world, now he couldn't, he couldn't bear it anymore. So he just said, slowly:

"Look, Cas... I know we... we agreed to be friends and everything, but are you aware that it's what everyone says when they break up?"

His ex-boyfriend frowned and Dean had to fight the urge to shut his mouth and take everything back. He kept talking instead.

"I know I am the one who asked you about her, I know I'm actually often the one asking you about her, but it's just because... It's just that I can't take you going out with her, you being with her so often, you acting as if nothing was happening, and still, there is something changing, and you can't tell me otherwise. Soon you'll ask me for advice on how to ask her out and, – please let me finish this – I'm glad you are okay, but I can't take it. I can't help you, because I can't even help myself at the moment. You see what I mean? It's killing me."

Cas stood still, slightly open-mouthed. He obviously wasn't expecting this sudden speech.

"Dean, I-"

"Please, don't speak. I know what you're thinking, I don't need your compassion, nor your regrets. Especially not your regrets."

They both remained silent, and it felt like one of them had just been sentenced to death.

"Are you saying you want me to leave?" Castiel slowly asked.

Dean felt pain in his voice, and he didn't know how he should be feeling about this. He took a deep inspiration before answering.

"No," he said, and Cas looked at him, lost.

The hunter had a poor smile.

"I'm saying I am leaving."