Dean couldn't stop thinking about Castiel's wings. They were so soft and warm and strong and he couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to be wrapped up in them.
It's been a few days since he actually felt Cas's wings. They were on a case now and Castiel was back to finding his father. Sam was in the backseat snoring away since they've been driving for a full day now. Dean wished the road was more dangerous and that the weather wasn't so pleasant because at least then he'd be able to do something other than think of his angel.
He'd stopping thinking it was crazy to think of Castiel as his angel; it just fit. Castiel was his and he'll be damned if anyone got between them. Granted, Benny came pretty close but he just couldn't compete with Castiel. The way Castiel made Dean feel was beyond words. It was intense and overwhelming and everything Dean wanted.
He wanted to be wrapped up in Castiel forever. Benny had helped him get over the fact that Dean was attracted to another guy a long time ago and now Dean just wanted to show him his feelings but he didn't want to make Cas uncomfortable.
He's so innocent and loving and caring and I don't want to scare him off. What if he doesn't like me that way and I make him uncomfortable? I can't lose what we have. It's the only thing keeping me sane.
Dean sighed as his feeling plummeted as they always do when he starts to doubt himself. Every time he'd ask a "what if" question, it would turn into a confidence issue. He'd get sad, angry, then start thinking about his father and how he left him all the time. He's start thinking about how he was never good enough for his dad and then he'd cry.
But he couldn't cry because Sammy was sleeping right here and Dean never cries around him when he can help it. So, Dean slowed his precious car down and parked on the side of the road next to an empty field. He felt his emotions go haywire so he quickly got out of the car and headed towards the field.
Castiel
Castiel was minding his own business when suddenly he got slammed with a brick of emotions that weren't his: anger, disappointment, depression, failure. He closed his eyes and had a familiar feeling that told him these emotions were Dean's. He couldn't explain what it felt like to be connected to Dean like he was, Dean's soul embracing his grace, but he was very grateful for it now because his hunter was upset and needed him.
He kept his eyes closed, pinpointed Dean's location, and went to him. In an instant he was standing in front of his hunter who was curled in on himself and crying. Castiel's heart broke at the sight. He's never seen his hunter this way and it was unbearable. Slowly he leaned down and rubbed Dean's back to give comfort. He's never done this before but for some reason it felt so natural to comfort Dean with touch; like his hands were made to caress Dean's body.
Dean jerked and opened his eyes quickly. Castiel just stared into his green eyes and tried to comfort him more by running his hand through Dean's hair. He thought it worked because Dean's eyes closed and he pushed his head into Castiel's hand. Castiel smiled and sat next to Dean to keep on playing with his hair.
Castiel brought his other hand up to wipe the slowing tears away from Dean's cheek. He didn't ask Dean what was wrong and Dean didn't tell him. They just sat like that, with Castiel's hands in Dean's hair, for hours.