Castiel was allowed home a week after he had woken up. He had never felt more relieved in his life. Being stuck in the hospital room, eating the awful food, constantly smelling the strong disinfectant and listening to the annoying conversation between the nurses all day, every day had been unbearable. The only time he had felt any joy was when his parents or Dean visited. Dean came to see him every day as soon as school was out and he would stay for as long as possible.

Cas talked about anything and everything with Dean apart from the one thing he wanted to talk about most. The day he had woken up, he had told Dean a secret he had been keeping for a long time now. It had felt right at the time and then Dean had reciprocated and even though he had been lying down with all sorts of machines hooked up to him, Castiel had thought it had been perfect.

But they hadn't said it since and they hadn't talked about what they were to each other now. Cas had secretly been wondering about this for months. He desperately wanted to be able to say that Dean was his boyfriend but he had no idea if that was appropriate. Dean hadn't said a word on the subject and Cas didn't want to bring it up in case Dean had only said it because, well, what else do you say when someone tells you they love you?

But Dean wouldn't do that, would he? He wouldn't lie about something so serious. Unless he had meant that he loved him as a friend. But then, he responded when Castiel kissed him...

Cas shook his head violently. This was becoming too confusing. It was difficult to get his head around his train of thought, it seemed to be all over the place. He knew that he had to talk to Dean or he would end up torturing himself about this for the rest of his life.

Castiel was currently lying on the couch in his room, watching TV. The same thing he had been doing for the last two days since he had arrived home. He was watching some innane high school teen drama as there was absolutely nothing of interest on at this time of day. It would be another hour until Dean arrived and Castiel resolved that he would have a speech prepared for him when he walked in the door.

Dean was beginning to feel nervous about seeing Cas after school. The day of the accident, Dean had planned to ask Cas if they could be more than friends and give their relationship some sort of name, whatever it might be. While he had been in the hospital, Dean didn't think it would be appropriate to bring it up. He wanted to wait until Cas was definitely on his way to being perfectly healthy again.

Now that he was home, Dean had been meaning to say something but whenever the opportunity arose he would spring up a conversation about something else, the nerves getting the better of him. However, today was different. This had gone on too long and he needed to do something. He was going to Castiel's tonight with the specific intent of asking him to be his boyfriend.

And that made his stomach do flips all day. It was now under an hour until the final bell rang and Dean was scribbling down anything he could think of to say to Cas. And then promptly striking each one out. There was no way he could do this. Maybe he just had to be spontaneous. That was the Dean Winchester way, after all.

Half an hour after Castiel had sat at his desk, resting his casted leg on a chair opposite him, he still had a blank piece of paper in front of him and his pen was in his mouth.

"I have no idea how to tell you this, Dean, so here goes something stupid. I love you and you love me so how about you become my boyfriend and then we live happily ever after? Sound good?"

Cas let out a massive sigh and dropped his head onto the desk with a bang.

"I want to be with you Dean.", "I want you to be my boyfriend.", "I want to spend my life with you."

Anything he came up with either sounded too childish, or implied a life long commitment that would probably scare adults away, never mind an 18 year-old school boy.

"Everything I want to do, I want to do with you."

Suddenly Cas lifted his head off the desk. This was perfect. And it was true. Castiel never wanted to experience anything with anyone else. Dean had always been there and he wanted him always to be there. Whatever he was doing, Cas wanted Dean by his side. This seemed the perfect way to say it. It wasn't childish but it didn't explicitly state a life long commitment. It implied it subtly, though, and this, Castiel thought, was ideal.

When Dean walked in the door not long after Castiel's revelation, Cas had written several things down on his piece of paper. It had turned into a list rather than another confession of his feelings for Dean. Castiel heard the front door open when Dean let himself in and then heard him bound up the stairs and fling open the door to Castiel's room. He was grinning his brilliant grin that lit up his face. Cas smiled back. Dean walked over to Castiel and looked down at the paper on his desk. Castiel turned back around to face it. Dean leaned over Cas to read what was written on it.

The list was called "Things I Want To Do With Dean" and Cas had put everything from bungee jumping to buying a house together on it. Dean read the first few then picked it up and walked over to the couch and flopped down as he read the rest. He stopped to laugh at a few and then a very warm smile spread across his face when he came to the important ones. Castiel was biting his pen furiously while watching Dean.

Eventually Dean put the paper down and sat up.

"What do you think?" Cas asked nervously.

"I think it's brilliant." Dean replied.

"Do you want to do all those things? Because I want to do all those things. Everything on that list." Castiel's face and tone were very serious.

"Yes." Dean assured him, "I most definitely want to do everything on this list." He got up and walked over to Castiel. He stood in front of him, looking down. "And we will." He put a hand on Cas' cheek and leaned in. Castiel felt relieved as he kissed Dean. They eventually parted and smiled at each other.

But then Castiel realised they still hadn't decided what exactly their relationship was. Cas decided that there was no point in skirting around it now, so he just asked.

"Dean, are you my boyfriend?" he looked deep into his eyes as he spoke, his voice level, projecting confidence he hadn't realised he had. Dean laughed but didn't break eye contact.

"Yes, I would say so." They both grinned at each other. Dean lightly kissed Cas again.

"But, if I may, I would like to add something to your list there." Dean nodded at it and Cas picked up a pen and handed it to him. He took the pen and paper for a moment and then handed it back to Cas.

Cas looked at it and blushed furiously. He had wanted to add this too but for some reason felt too embarrassed to do so.

"But maybe we'll wait until your leg's healed to tick that one off. I'm sure you'll be much more flexible without the cast on." He winked at Cas before he went to sit on the couch again. Cas blushed even more.

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