Dean slowly walked through the hallways, thoughts pounding in his brain. What was he going to say? What if he was just kidding himself and Cas really doesn't have feelings for him? What if Sam and Kevin were just punking him? Dean groaned at all these frantic thoughts, trying to push them away. But, that didn't stop the anxious feeling that flowed through his whole body as he got closer and closer to Cas's room. Dean, too busy trying to push away the many terrifying thoughts, barely noticed when he had reached Cas's room and had subconsciously lifted his hand to knock. Dean's hand froze half way to the wooden door as he debated what to do. He didn't even know what to say. "Hey, Cas I know that I'm that human that you're in love with and I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you, too."? Dean drew a frustrated hand across his face, before realizing that he might as well just bite the bullet and go in then figure out what to say along the way. He took a deep breath in and let a shaky breath out. His knuckles finally met with the cold wood and he knocked a few times. After he didn't hear anything for a few seconds he began to worry, but soon the door slowly opened and revealed Cas, who had looked better. His face was streaked with lines of worry and his hair looked as if he had been pulling at it. Dean blinked a few times, taking in Cas's state. Cas's eyes widened as he realized who had knocked and he quickly averted his eyes away from Dean's. Dean nervously licked his lips in the silence.

"Hiya, Cas," he finally said, breaking the silence. Cas flinched slightly at Dean's voice, but still didn't look up. Dean swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck, not sure of what to do. Dean racked his brain for a thing to say, wishing Cas would look up to meet his eyes with his own. "Can we talk?" Dean finally asked. Cas slowly looked up at Dean with scared and slightly flushed face and nodded, moving out of the doorway.

Dean awkwardly shuffled into the room and looked around. He had been in this room a few times and nothing much had changed. Cas still had the same wooden bookshelf against the left wall, although it did look a little less stocked. Dean's eyes were raking across the room, until something on Cas's nightstand caught his eye. Dean drifted over to the nightstand and over to the framed picture. A smile flew to his face as he realized what the picture was. It was a picture of Cas and himself at a bar, Dean's arm lazily draped over Cas's shoulder. Cas was smiling toothy, so of course his eyes were crinkled. They always did that when he smiled. Dean had a big goofy grin on his face. If Dean hadn't been drunk, he doubted he would have agreed to take the picture, never having been a fan of pictures. But Sam, who always begged Dean to take a picture, took advantage of Dean's drunken state and took the picture. The next morning, Sam had of course printed out the picture and showed it to a very hungover Dean. Dean acted as though he was annoyed and scolded his brother, taking it from him and saying he was going to throw it away, but of course he never did. Sam had clearly given Cas a copy as well.

"Sorry," Cas spoke up. Dean's head snapped up at Cas's voice and looked over at him. "I know you don't like pictures. But, I don't really have any other pictures and I, um-" Cas broke off, struggling for words. Dean shook his head and cracked a smile.

"Cas, it's okay. I actually like this picture," Dean assured him, setting the picture back down on the nightstand. Cas's face relaxed a little, but he still had fear written all over his face. Dean's face fell when he saw how scared Cas looked. Dean knew he should say something, but he didn't know what. He was at a lost for words, a feeling he wasn't used to with his usual romantic interests. Cas was getting visibly more anxious by the second and Dean struggled to think of the proper thing to say.

"So, I'm the lucky guy, huh?" Dean asked with a nervous laugh. He cursed himself, realizing how stupid he sounded. Dean shifted, once again at a struggle for words. "Why didn't you just tell me?" Dean asked, realizing how stupid of a question that was as soon as he asked it. Cas turned his head away, avoiding Dean's gaze. "Sorry, that was a stupid question. Of course, you wouldn't tell me. You think I don't feel the same way about you." Cas looked up.

"Am I wrong?" Cas asked, anxiety seeping into his words. Dean took a deep breath and a few brave strides until he was face-to-face with Cas. Cas's breathing quickened as the Dean brought his hand up to cup Cas's flushed cheek. Cas's heart gave a huge leap as Dean mustered up all of his courage and brought his soft lips down meet Cas's. Warmth flowed through Dean's body as soon as his lips met with the lips he had oh so desired. Dean soon pulled back after the slow kiss and looked into Cas's bewildered blue eyes.

"Does that answer your question?" Dean breathed. Cas answered him by pulling him in for another kiss. Dean instantly made a sound of content and wrapped his lips around the former angel's. Cas brought his hands around Dean's neck and Dean placed his around Cas's waist. Cas began to back up until his back hit the smooth wall. Dean's lips curved up and he explored with his hands, feeling the warm skin against under Cas's shirt. Cas pulled back for a breath and stared into Dean's emerald eyes.

"I love you," Cas finally said that words he had only dreamed of saying. A smile spread to Dean's face.

"I love you, too," Dean said, sending warmth through Cas's body. Cas's eyes lit up and his lips formed into a smile. Dean soon met that smile with his own lips and they both continued their decent into bliss.