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"Can you lie next to her, and give her your heart, your heart as well as your body? And can you lie next to her and confess your love, your love as well as your folly?"
Dean looked over at Lisa, her face calm as she slept. He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the plain white ceiling and sighed. There was no love in this relationship, there was attraction sure, but not the one thing he craved- love.
He stared at stoic face of Castiel, calm as ever (as if he had not just proclaimed his love for Dean) but like a switch had flipped his eyes were suddenly a raging storm. "Where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart?" His voice was still calm. Blank. "You desired my attention, but denied my affection!" A storm to match the depths of his blue eyes. "Where was my fault, Dean? Tell me, where was my fault?" Calm again, but not blank. Sad, distressed. "I love you Dean, where is the problem with that? Tell me the truth. Why?" Desperate now, pleading. Dean said nothing. "I'm sorry then Dean." Accepting, resigned.
Dean stared up at the plain white ceiling, tears pooling under his head on the pillow. "I'm sorry, Cas." Sam only hoped his brother soon came to his senses and admitted his love to Castiel.