"No!"

Dean is awoken by a loud shout from the other side of the bed. He is not surprised to see Castiel lying next to him. Often, late at night, he would sneak into Dean's room and curl up next to him, but he was always so quiet Dean would never wake up. This had been going on for about two weeks. He is surprised, however, by the expression on his face. His brow is furrowed, and though is mouth is closed, you can tell his teeth are clenched tightly together. It's obvious he is having a nightmare.

Dean reaches over to him and shakes him awake. As consciousness springs into him, he gasps and sits up. His breath is heavy, as if he'd just been out for a run, and he looks around the room anxiously, making sure he is safe. After taking a few seconds to calm down, his eyes well with tears. He hides his face in his hands, ashamed of showing weakness to Dean.

"Whoa, hey. It's okay. It's okay, Cas…" He pulls him into his arms and begins rubbing circles slowly into his back in an effort to comfort and soothe him.

"Dean, it was my fault. They all fell because of me. Now they're all human or dead, and it's all my fault…" He tries to say more, but his voice trails off and he breathes in heavily. Dean wipes the tears from his cheeks and continues trying to soothe him.

"It's okay. Shhhhh…" Cas's head falls onto Dean's shoulder, and he transfers his hand from the fallen angel's back to his messy hair and begins soothingly running his fingers through it. "You said Metatron took your Grace? I told you, baby. We'll get it back for you. I swear, Cas. Everything will be okay."

They sit like this for ten or fifteen minutes. Dean occasionally moves his hands, one always occupying Castiel's hand, and the other switching from his back to his hair and to his arm and shoulder. Cas eventually calms down and his breathing steadies. He slowly drifts back into unconsciousness, falling limp in Dean's welcoming arms. Carefully, Dean lays him back down and pulls the covers over him. After getting out of the bed, trying his hardest to keep from disturbing his new human, he gets dressed quietly and plants a gentle kiss on Castiel's forehead before leaving the room.

Around 9:00 A.M., Sam joins Dean in the main room of the bunker, where Dean is eating and scrolling through something on the computer. "You better not be watching porn on my laptop," he warns while grabbing a croissant roll off a nearby table.

"I'm not. I was just looking through the news."

"I see…" Sam pauses for a few minutes. "Dean?"

Dean looks at his brother, surprised by the sudden serious tone in his voice. "Yeah?"

"I want to ask you something. Please just be truthful."

"Um, we'll see," Dean responds suspiciously.

"Do you… you know, have a thing… for Cas?"

"What? No!" He begins scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Truthful, remember?"

"I… no. Why would you think something like that?"

"Dean, it's pretty obvious. I can see the way you look at him. It's okay, man. I don't care. I just want you to admit it and stop lying to yourself. He sleeps in your goddamn room for Christ's sake."

"I don't invite him! He sneaks in! Nothing goes on!" he argues.

"Dean! I'm your brother and I know these things. You don't have to be so defensive. I already know the truth. I just want you to accept it. Believe me, he feels the same way about you. You two are pretty much the most ridiculous coup—"

"We are not a couple!" Dean shouts, sending an echo through the room.

"Okay, okay. Shut up. You'll wake him up. Look, dude. I just want you to be happy. I know how you feel about him and I know how he feels about you. You both really failed at keeping it a secret. I just want you to do something about it. At this point, I'd really just be happier if you two were together. This awkward in-between is irritating, okay? That's all." With that, he walks out of the room.

Dean sighs. Is it really that obvious? he thinks. He feels the same way? He tries to recall any time where it would have been made obvious that he had strong feelings for the newly fallen angel. He'd been trying so hard to keep it a secret.

"Dean?" a quiet voice comes from behind him. Speak of the devil, Dean thinks, but immediately feels guilty of the wording.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Dean, was what he said true?"

Dean sighs. "No, Cas. It's not true. I like women, remember?"

"But—"

"It's not true, okay?"

Castiel walks over and takes a seat next to Dean. "Why do you think it is so bad to feel that way? I do not understand."

"It's not bad. I never said I had anything against it. It's just not me, though. I'm not… gay."

"Dean…" Castiel sighs.

"I… I just don't feel—" Before he can finish his rebuttal, Castiel wraps his hands around Dean's neck tightly and pulls him into a kiss. At first, Dean tries to pull away, but Cas is strong. Soon, he realizes the battle is lost and gives up, letting the fallen angel take control. He feels Cas's fingers weaving through his hair and wonders where he learned how to kiss so well. Soon, Castiel's tongue eagerly begins exploring Dean's mouth. One of Dean's hands lands on Cas's chest, the other wrapping gently around his neck. Too soon, though, Castiel pulls away.

"I knew it!" Sam yells excitedly from the other side of the room. "I told you, Cas."

"Thank you for your help, Sam," Castiel responds, grinning wildly at Dean.

"What?! This was... this was some sort of, what, a plan? Are you kidding me?!" Dean yells, his cheeks burning bright red.

"We had to get you to accept it somehow, bro. Now there's no excuse."

Dean is too frazzled too answer. He stands up angrily, knocking his chair over in the process, and storms off to his room. Even after slamming his door shut, Sam and Castiel's laughs echo through the bunker, and Dean feels like he could die of the embarrassment he's experiencing.

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