It was the next day, and Dean had driven back and forth between their houses. He finally got out of baby in front of Cas' apartment. He hadn't been able to sleep at all. It had his mind whirling every since he left. Dean couldn't believe that he'd been so damn blind. What the hell was he thinking? He was pacing in front of his car in a rage. He knew that he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. He really hadn't meant to, but that was the thing about feelings. You can't tell them what to do.

"I should leave." Dean was talking to himself, "Why can't I get in the car?" He put his hands on his hips and growled in frustration. "Get in the car Dean." He kept trying to tell himself, but alas he couldn't move. He wanted to go yell at Cas. He wanted to yell at him an call him a stupid asshole, and some more shit. But all of that was just bluster, what he really wanted was for Cas to come down those steps and say he didn't mean it. That he feels the same way Dean does.

He didn't know what to do. He wanted to leave, but he wanted to stay. He stopped and made up his mind. He turned and marched right back up the stairs. He stopped at the door and about turned around to leave instead. He was losing his temper, and he was beginning to think that it was a hopeless case.

Suddenly a vision flashed before Dean's eyes. Cas looking at him like he was honey, just waiting to tasted. The way Cas looked when he snuggled up next to him on the couch. The way he wiggled back into the dent Dean made with his own body. The way Cas has a tendancy to fall asleep on his chest. He knew that Cas felt something, and it was other than just his sex drive.

Dean threw open the door to see Gabriel holding his little brother against his shoulder. He couldn't move. He was slightly jealous that Gabe got to hold him, but he was astounded to see Cas crying. Cas looked at him, and all of the air left Dean. He looked into those red-rimmed crystal blue eyes. He saw years of suffering through the eyes of an angel.

Cas pulled away from his brother and walked towards Dean. He stopped when he got right in front of him. He stared up at him while the tears just rolled down his cheeks. Dean didn't want to move to fast, in fear Cas would shut down or run. He slowly brought his hands up to cup his face. Cas leaned into his hand just the slightest. Dean brought Cas' face and craddled him against his shoulder. Cas crumpled and Dean caught him. He pulled him into his lap and rocked back and forth.

Dean stroked Cas' messy hair. He kissed his cheek and held on tight. Cas really unleashed then. He was full blown crying in Dean's arms. He didn't care either; Dean cared about him, and that's all that mattered right now. Cas gripped onto Dean's leather jacket and pushed his face into his shoulder as the sobs racked his chest.

Cas had been bottling all the hurt and disappointment up inside without a release for so long. He didn't know what to do to slow his hysterics. It was unsensible to cry like this. He was a grown man. He felt Dean kiss his cheek. It made his chest ache more, but when the ache stopped it was replaced with a warm feeling. He could feel Dean stroking his hair. It made his eyes burn more with renewed tears, but when the flow slowed he felt his breath come back.

With each kiss and stroke he felt his heart beat slow and his hiccuping breath return to normal. He didn'tknow if Dean was angry or if he just wanted to leave. He didn't care though, so he wrapped his arms around his neck and held on tightly. He didn't want to let go. He cared about him. So much it had thrown him into a hysteria when he slammed the door. He was so conflicted on the inside that he needed a catalyst to help him show the emotions he kept burried.

He felt Dean move and he thought that he was getting up to leave, and he panicked, "You're important. You are worth it. I was wrong." Dean froze and Cas felt him inhale deeply. He felt him move to get up again, but Dean had brought him up with him. He was carrying him. He felt a kiss on his forehead and Dean's arms wrap tighter.

He heard Dean talking to Gabriel, but he had no idea as to what he said. He was all of a sudden very tired. The emotional outburst has completely drained him. Dean laid him on his bed very gently. He looked up at Dean and noticed his shirt was soaked.

"I'm sorry, I got your shirt wet." His voice was rough and it cracked at the end.

"My shirt will be fine. You can soak as many as you want, as long as you talk to me." He leaned down and kissed his lips softly, "I will be back a little later. I have something I have to take care of."

"Where are you going? Please don't go. I'm sorry that I was being stupid earlier." He lifted himself up and grabbed onto Dean's hand. Dean smiled a little and caressed his cheek.

"I won't be gone long."

"What are you gonna do?" Cas was slowly fading into a sleepy haze.

"I'm going to tell Sammy."

Cas laid back and smiled, "That is good. I know he will be happy. He's a good kid. My brother knew before I did." He laughed a little. He was drifting off to sleep when Dean walked back out into the living room.

"Gabe, I will be back sometime tonight. He's gonna need some rest." Dean felt a coviction inside like no other. It felt wrong to keep this from Sam any longer.

"I will stay until you get back." Gabriel got up and clasped Dean on the shoulder, "I want to thank you, for the way you treated Cas. I know he's not the easiest person to get along with, but you... you really care about him. That shows through everything that just happened. I've never seen him cry before. Not even when Dad was still here. Thank you Dean." Dean felt his throat get tight.

"I think I love him Gabriel, and it pisses me off. He could change his mind and tell me to kick rocks at any minute." Dean was shaking a little.

"Now that the flood gates are open, and the way they were broke free, there's no chance that that could happen. He cares about you a lot, he may even love you. There's no going back for him." Dean hugged Gabirel and walked out to his Baby. It was time to either make or break his relationship with his little brother.