A/N: Short Chapter.

Semi-Fluff. I think, It does fit into the Plot as I have mentioned this several times previous. I started "Amnesia Is A Bitch" with it.

Figured it was time for some Destiel (Fluff?) and finally get this out.


Hours bled into the night. Dean had translated the words 'OLANI as 'I' and 'OL' as 'You' now it was just the middle word Dean was struggling to find; he'd search the 'O' section front to back three times now and he'd missed it page after page, unaware there was an 'H' in front of it.

"Come on, Cas. If it was so important that you've been desperate to tell me why in Enochian?"

"Because I want you to be held in anticipation" Cas blurted out making Dean jump

"Jeez! Damn it, Cas. Little warning, yeah?"

"Apologies, Dean" Cas grinned "Did you find the correct translation?" The Angel was radiant with excitement.

"You are practically giddy and that's worrying me, you didn't swallow an entire barrel of coffee did you?"

"No. I am just eager for you to figure out what I said"

"Can you stop bouncing like that? You're making me dizzy"

Cas stood still, however still grinned.

"Cas, I've searched this section nearly four times, I can't find that middle word"

Cas' grin fell, he pried the book from Dean "Oh. I was sure I said it right. Are you sure you checked it correctly? HOATH is a word Angel's use only when it is a true feeling"

"Oh, it starts with an 'H'. Can I get that back?"

"Yes. Call me once you've found it"

Cas vanished again. The book furled onto the floor as Dean hadn't managed to catch it in time.

Picking up the book Dean found himself curious, it was strange, being Soulless meant having little to do with your emotions but he'd play along for his Angel's sake, yes his Angel; Soulless or not Cas was still Dean's boyfriend.

Finding the 'H' section Dean scrolled through finally finding the correct word. It should have been a pleasant surprise, a great one in fact but there was the dilemma of having no Soul, he couldn't even express how he felt with his Soul, Soulless meant he didn't feel anything even if he wanted to so how could he convince Cas?

"Dammit" Dean pulled out his phone, his thumb hovered over Cas' contact details. Would he be able to pull this off as he was now? What if Cas took something the wrong way - he did take everything literally so the Angel could misinterpret something Dean was trying to say.

Sighing, Dean pressed Cas' contact "Cas, hey, I found it" Forcing a happier tone that sounded awfully flat.

"Well?" Cas' voice echoed through the speaker as Cas had returned, about two feet away from Dean's personal space. Dean hung up first.

"I uh... I have no words" He smiled, it was probably a grimace.

This confusion Castiel "Is that a positive thing?"

"Yes! Yes, yes it is"

Cas' face fell, completing the 'kicked puppy' routine "I see. You do not feel the same way, I'll leave you alone"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait- no, Cas" Dean jolted from his seat, grasping Cas' hands "Of course I do. I just... you know I struggle with these things; feelings, words... Chick Flick moments" Dean roamed Cas' face to gain eye contact

"Dean" Cas levelled his head to match Dean's "Something is off with you"

"What do you mean?"

"You. You don't have your Soul" Cas' fingertips rested against Dean's core "It's still with Lucifer, isn't it?"

"Yeah and I'm better off without it"

"Damn it, Dean" Cas vanished again, leaving a confused and annoyed Dean

"What did I do?"

"Well, that went well" Crowley quipped from behind him


Extra Note: Sabriel Chapter next - Heads Up, it will (Probably) be short.