Winter Winds
Snow drifted past the window, illuminated by the soft light coming from the television, silhouetting the two figures sat talking and occasionally laughing at the small table.
Dean looked up and caught Castiel's warm blue eyes staring at him. He blushed and ducked his head, shivering slightly, partially due to the cold winds blowing outside, mainly due to the angel he may or may not be in love with sat in front of him. His heart had been trampled on so many times before he did not want to risk admitting his love, for fear of rejection. He would be long gone but Castiel would live on forever, hopefully, so what was the point?
Castiel stared at Dean, back aching as his shoulders reflexively tried to shake his non-existent wings. The man did not know he had Fallen for him, turned away from God to be with the man he loved. Dean. He had managed to retain a small part of his Grace and could still be of use to the brothers but it was nowhere near the amount his being had previously held. There was nothing left for him now apart from Dean and Sam, the man he loved and his brother.
The men he had Fallen for.