A/N: Wow, look at that, told you I'd update again today ;) I THINK the next chapter will be the last one probably. If not, then it will be the second to last one. Thankyou, just so, so much for your lovely reviews, you guys are quite literally the bees knees. Imagine I'm Castiel and you're the bees. That's how much I love you. Lol. xx

Castiel resembled a small mouse, cornered by three hungry cats. That was the only thing that sprang into Sam's mind as he took in the sight of the angel standing frozen and wide-eyed in the middle of the flaming ring. The Cupid was grinning again.

Sam just stared at Bobby. "…What?"

"Oh come on Sam, you're supposed to be the smart one." Bobby said, looking like he was tired of the conversation already. "Dean loves Cas. Cas loves Dean. It's so obvious I don't know why I didn't think of it before. You must have noticed how they're always staring at each other. It's creepy as hell, there's no way you could've missed it. Not to mention all the 'profound bond' crap Cas is always spewing. Correct me if I'm wrong, Cupid, but somehow I think I hit the nail on the head here."

Sam's mouth hung open as Bobby talked. The Cupid started nodding emphatically and Sam glanced up, disbelievingly. "Got it in one, mister! You should have my job!" The Cupid said, and started laughing again, nudging a still-frozen Castiel with his elbow.

"What… I mean… really?!" Sam asked, unable to keep his voice from jumping a few decibels.

"Really, really!" The Cupid beamed, and flung his arms around Castiel. "Congratulations on the love, brother!"

"A-and Cas… do you… do you really…" Sam took a deep breath in and closed his eyes, blocking out the image of Castiel's terrified expression. "AreyouinlovewithDean?"

For a few moments, Castiel said nothing. Then the angel seemed to slump a bit in the Cupid's arms. The Cupid seemed to take this as a return of affection, and deepened his embrace. Cas struggled admirably, but Sam knew from experience that a Cupid's chokehold is impossible to break free of.

Castiel sighed. "Well… of course…I-I-" The blush was filling Cas' face again, and Bobby decided to interject before everyone started growing vaginas.

"Alright, alright. Let's not humiliate a freakin' angel of the Lord, I think it's pretty obvious he's a little lovesick. I guess it rubs off on you when you rescue someone from Hell and rebel against Heaven for them and all that." The Cupid finally released Cas and sat on the floor, gazing up at his brother in awe. Bobby rubbed the back of his neck, as if all this trying-to-understand-the-angels-of-today lark was draining him physically.

Castiel didn't try to protest his innocence, and Sam figured that was as good as a love confession. Well, as good as they were going to get out of Castiel.

"Okay. Well that was awkward as hell. But… surely that means you can put Dean back to normal now?" Sam asked the Cupid hopefully. The Cupid mimed cocking a gun to his head and blowing his brains out.

"Why do you humans never listen?!" He cried, irritated. "I can't change him back, I already told you! His love has to be found and returned!"

Sam buried his head in his hands for a moment before speaking again. "But we have found the guy he's in love with! Sorry, angel." Sam corrected, inclining his head towards Cas, who managed a weak nod in reply. "He's right there!"

The Cupid let out three very slow claps, and hung his head over his lap, as if it were weighing him down. "Bravo. I wonder what the next step could be?" The Cupid's voice was dripping with sarcasm. It made Bobby and Sam grit their teeth.

"But he already said he loves Dean too! Cas?" Castiel's head snapped up. "Do you love Dean?"

"I do." Castiel said, his voice grave. There was a hint of pink still tinging his cheeks. Sam forgot what he was going to say. He hadn't expected Castiel's answer to be so frank. So Castiel loved Dean. Huh. He supposed it was kind of nice. Like his brother having a guardian angel. That he made out with sometimes. Ew. Stop that thought in its tracks, Sam.

"So it's returned!" Bobby cried, growing tired of waiting for Sam to finish his rant.

The Cupid stood up, face thunderous now. "No, no, no, NO!" He yelled, loud enough to make Dean stop singing for a moment. Only for a moment though. "Castiel has to go and prove to Dean that he loves him. OBVIOUSLY!" The Cupid cried. "Now let me goooo! Do you have any idea how hot it is in these traps?"

Sam looked at Bobby, who shrugged, and then at Cas, who nodded, looking so uncomfortable that Sam wondered if he might just fly away once they were released. Without a word, he reached for two of the bottles of holy water Bobby kept on the shelf behind him, chucked one over to Bobby himself and they began methodically upending the contents onto the flames.

Castiel breathed a sigh of relief the moment he was free.

"Well, not that this hasn't been just oodles of fun guys, but I'm going." The Cupid said, sounding like a petulant child, and with a waggle of his sausage-like fingers, he disappeared.

"Why the hell don't those guys wear diapers like in the movies?" Bobby asked aloud, breaking the tense atmosphere. Castiel cocked his head to one side. Sam just gave him a look. "What? Someone had to say something." Shrugged Bobby, wheeling away.

"So… Cas." Sam began.

"Don't, Sam." Castiel warned, shooting him a glare. Bobby chuckled from his position back behind the desk.

"Cas, it's getting serious. If he plays 'Love Story' one more time I'm going to disown him as a brother." Sam threatened. Castiel tilted his head at the mention of pop culture as usual, but still sighed and looked Heaven-wards.

"I know. I should… go talk to him." Castiel said at length. He sounded terrified again. Sam could sympathise. It didn't matter if you were a twelve-year-old kid or a thousands of years old angel, talking to your crush is hard. Though Sam supposed it was technically more than a crush. Castiel was in love with Dean. He was still adjusting to that thought.

Sam smiled sympathetically and crossed the room to give him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. This seemed only to confuse Castiel, who frowned. Sam sighed. "Well, we'll be here. If you need anything. Don't worry, he's out of his mind. He probably won't even remember anything you say."

Oh come on. Even Sam knew that was a long shot. Still, Cas slid off of the table he was leaned against and walked towards the door.

"I'll be the Prince and you'll be the Princess, it's a love story baby just say yes!"

Castiel seemed to square his shoulders, and then wrenched open the door leading to the stairs.

Knock, knock, knock.

"ROMEO TAKE ME SOMEWHERE WE CAN BE ALONE"

The singing was much louder from just outside Dean's bedroom door. Castiel knocked again, a little harder; it sounded like Dean had turned his music up to its fullest volume.

The girl singing stopped abruptly, Dean along with it. "Who is it?" Came a grumpy voice from inside.

"Um, Dean?" Castiel said tentatively, hoping his voice travelled through the door.

"Cas?!" Dean said from inside, his voice full of barely stifled excitement. Seconds later, the door was flung open and Castiel found himself dragged into the room by his tie. Dean led him like a proud child with a pet on a leash over to his bed, where he sat Castiel down and perched eagerly beside him.

It appeared Dean had kept his room at Bobby's the same as when he was a little boy, and there were two beds in here, so Castiel assumed he must share it with Sam when they stayed here. It was very blue, and Dean had stuck several images of musicians up on the walls on his side. Sam had chosen to decorate with pictures of his mother, his father, Bobby and Dean. Castiel couldn't help smiling a little as he imagined the two boys as youngsters right here in this spot, bickering and playing together.

"Dean. We need to talk." Castiel said, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. He desired to get this over with as quickly as possible, despite his racing heart. Dean nodded enthusiastically.

"Sure, Cas! What do you wanna talk about? What's your favourite colour? Do angels have favourite colours? Do angels see different colours? I bet you think mine is green but-"

Castiel clamped a hand over Dean's mouth. Dean looked wide-eyed for a moment, and then Castiel felt him smile. "No. I'm going to talk."

Dean nodded in response, so Cas decided it was safe to remove his hand. The moment he was free, Dean swung his legs over Castiel's lap and lay back on the bed. "What are you doing?" Castiel asked, genuinely confused.

"Getting comfy! Go ahead, angel." Dean said, and winked at Cas as soon as he was settled, motioning for the angel to begin speaking. Castiel sighed and placed his hands on Dean's knees, which were draped over his own.

"Dean… I raised you from Hell. I gathered up the torn, broken pieces of your soul and stitched them back together. I remade your body – every inch of you-" Dean chuckled at that and Castiel blushed. "What I mean is, I know you perfectly. I know everything you are. I've seen you at your worst, Dean. Your very worst, ripping souls to shreds with your bare hands." Castiel glanced down at Dean. His eyes were closed and he looked as if he very much didn't want to think about that. "And knowing all of that, instead of repelling me, like it probably should, it made me realise how truly good you are, Dean. Despite everything you've been through, going through more suffering than anyone around you has ever gotten a glimpse of, you are still you. You're still fiercely loyal, and protective of your loved ones. You're astoundingly brave and honest and pure. You're the most beautiful soul I've ever known, and there was no way I could possibly help… falling in love with you."

Silence surrounded them as soon as Castiel finished. He determinedly stared at the door, not at Dean, who was being infuriatingly quiet for once.

Suddenly, Cas felt a sharp jab in his ribs. "Ow!" He cried, jumping and turning to look at Dean, who had propped himself up on his elbows now, grinning.

"Really, Cas?!" He asked animatedly, and Cas looked wary - because wasn't that confession supposed to have done the trick - but nodded once. Dean laughed excitedly and clapped his hands in joy. "I love you too Castiel, oh great and powerful angel of the Lord!" He cried out, and flung his arms around Castiel's neck, pressing their lips together excitedly.

Castiel was unprepared. The pizza man hadn't taught him how to deal with an attack, and he could only sit there, frozen in shock as Dean kissed him mercilessly, peppering him with chaste pecks. After a few moments of panic however, it became apparent that Dean was not going to stop, so Castiel decided to surrender himself to the will of his righteous man.

Castiel allowed himself to concentrate on the warmth of Dean's lips against his – something he hadn't anticipated – and when Dean broke away for a moment, Cas leaned back in, seeking the heat again. Castiel's hands fluttered again at Dean's waist, but this time he allowed himself to rest there more solidly, feeling the expanse of Dean's strong muscles beneath his shirt. Dean pulled Castiel's lower lip carefully between his own and sucked gently. Castiel tried to mimick this movement, much to Dean's approval it seemed, who moaned softly. Castiel could feel Dean's hands start to wind into his hair, his long fingers brushing over places on his scalp that made him shudder. He pulled Dean closer by his waist and leaned further up, into the kiss, pushing for more.

It was at about this point that Dean blacked out.

He tumbled backwards, luckily caught by Castiel, who guided his fall to the bed. He bent over the man worriedly, wondering if the kissing had become too much for him, and if it had something to do with his angelic power.

Then Dean's eyelids fluttered.

He blinked a few times before everything swam into focus. The first thing he saw was Castiel, leaned over him anxiously, his head cocked to one side and his brow creased in concern as per usual.

Dean gulped. He remembered everything. Everything.

"Oh, God." Dean said and closed his eyes again, willing his brain to slip back into unconsciousness. No such luck. He opened his eyes and saw that Castiel had started to realise what was happening. The angel was looking extremely uncomfortable all of a sudden. They both sat up at the same time.

Choosing to ignore that weird moment of symmetry, they looked away from each other. Dean felt heat rise in his cheeks as certain memories of the past day washed over him. The cake, the singing, the KISSING…

"So you're um… all better now." Castiel said. It sounded like a statement not a question. Dean felt the need to respond anyway.

"Yep. Fine. Fit as a fiddle. Thanks, Cas." Dean replied, still not looking at him. He thought he saw Castiel nod out of the corner of his eye.

"Right. Okay. I'll… I'll just be going then, I think. Bye, Dean." By the time Dean gathered up the courage to look up and say that he should stick around so they could talk about this, the angel had gone.