Author's Note: Thanks for reading! More romance soon to come :D ^_^ Gawsh they are so cute together
A ray of light hit Dean's face and he struggled to get up. He was alone in the backseat of his car. He rubbed his eyes and looked outside.
The streets were dark and empty. Castiel appeared leaning against Dean's car. "You fell asleep…"
Dean turned to Castiel stretching, "Yeah, humans do that sometimes." Castiel gazed at Dean as he climbed out of his car. "Where the hell are we?"
Dean looked around at the graffiti walls and half-lit street lights. "Great, we hit the slums." He looked at Castiel for answers. "I tried to wake you up," he put his hands on Dean's shoulder, "I think you're still worn out from…"
Castiel tried to bear the awkward pause. "Hell." Dean finished his sentence with angst. He looked up at the starry night. "We better find some shelter." Castiel nodded.
They walked along the barely-there sidewalk towards what seemed to be a mini bonfire. They found a single log facing it. Castiel looked over at Dean, "Yeah, might as well."
Dean rubbed his hands together trying to create warmth. The burning wood in the garbage can in front of them blazed only so much heat and light.
He puffed hot breath onto his hands and continued. Castiel tilted his head watching Dean. "Are you cold?" He sounded so acquitted.
"I am," Dean folded his hands and looked into the fire. Castiel didn't hesitate to hold his hands between his. "What are you—"shhhh"—"this won't hurt."
He gripped Dean's hands and surrounded him with warmth. Castiel retracted facing down. Dean traced the shadows on his face with his eyes. Castiel spoke. "I just don't want anything to happen to you."
Dean smiled. "Thanks…" He wanted to say more but the words resisted every time he tried to. He gave me all his warmth.
"Do angels sleep?" He looked at Castiel who still had been caught in his worries and thoughts.
Castiel looked up and smiled at Dean. "How else would we dream?"
"What do you dream about?" They spoke softly.
"We aren't much different from you, Dean." He smiled shyly at Dean. "We are all created by the same God." Castiel looked down and stopped smiling.
Dean leaned over curious. "Can you love a human?"
Castiel's eyes shot a glance. This is something he didn't dare speak of. He knew it was wrong.
"Can you love an angel?" Dean didn't know how to answer. His heart said yes but everything else said lie.
"Well I have a special someone." Castiel tried to show no emotion. "She must be very lucky." His words lingered.
Dean stared off, "I wouldn't say that. I feel like the fortunate one." Dean smiled to himself.
Castiel's heart sank. "How is she?" The words just forced their way out; he really didn't want to talk about it.
"She's shy, kind of awkward but I think she's the one."
"Oh." He looked at Dean with a false smile. "Doesn't seem like your type."
"She really isn't. Never in a million years did I think I was going fall for someone like her. You know what I like about her the most?" He brought his face close to Castiel's.
Castiel looked over into Dean's starry blue eyes with a frown. "No."
Dean smiled. "I love that she is a he. I think I love you Castiel." He gripped onto Castiel's trembling hands hoping he would get the same back.
Castiel lowered his eyelids. He opened his mouth to speak when it happened again.
Loud barking dog noises pounded his eardrums. Everywhere he turned the noises filled up the air choking him.
He fell backwards staring up at Dean. "Cas, you alright?" Dean looked at the panicking face of Castiel. Castiel breathed heavily. "I can't do this Dean. I can't sin." Dean listened to the echoes that remained after he left.
They replayed in his head as he kicked over the garbage can that harboured fire.
Castiel disappeared out of sight to a nearby park. He fell to his knees looking down at a creek. He sat motionless. "Why can't I love?" He looked in his reflection.
His beautiful angelic face had become pale. "Why are you doing this to me?" He hit the ground with a fist. He lay on the cold wet grass and closed his eyes in anger. I do have emotions Dean. I just wish I could tell you. I love you too, Dean.