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"We really shouldn't hang out anymore" Dean Winchester didn't say that because he meant it. He was only afraid of his true self. He was scared. Dean Winschester was scared.

Of course, Castiel couldn't see that. "What?"

"Just..." Dean liked him too much he wanted to tell him, but he couldn't. Dean! Man up, reasist those damn blue eyes... Althought thats impossible "I don't really like you... Loser" the last word came out, sneaked out over the edge of Deans lips, only for him to regret it forever.

"I... I..." Castiel felt those tears again, this time they weren't from the past. They were from right here, right now.

"Get out, Cas" Dean leaned over and opened Castiel's door, not knowing what he was doing. His heart pumped quicker than ever before and he tried to stop himself but his green eyes looked at Castiel in a way he knew didn't look good. His mind was tuned off, he looked into those damn blue eyes, he lo- really liked those.

"But-but, Dean. I lov-" Castiel stopped himself. "I-i thought we shared a profound-" Castiel wanted to finish his sentence, just tell him he loved him. But of course he couldnt.

He jumped out of the car and started running towards nowhere. His eyes were burning, felt like they were on fire. He dropped his books but didn't stop to pick them up.

Dean wasn't sure what he had just done. He parked the car and started running too, after Castiel. "Cas!" Dean felt more guilty than ever. "I'm like you Cas!" Dean said, not sure what he meant. "And I think... I think I like you..." Dean hadn't thought about actually saying that, but he did. He sprinted, faster then ever before.

Castiel didn't hear Dean. He ripped out a page from his notebook, the only book he was still holding on to. He grabbed a pen from his pocket and wrote something down. His eyes were full of tears that started rolling down his cheek, and onto the piece of paper. Then he started running towards the Bank.

Dean was panting, but there was no way in hell he would stop. His legs were sore, but if he was going to hell like Crowly said, he wanted to go knowing that Castiel was alright.

He ran, following the trail of books and pens Castiel had dropped behind him. What had he done? This was all his fault, all of it because he... Lo-

He stopped when he reached the corner of the bank, here was a crumpled piece of paper. Dean picked it up and unfolded it, trying not to break it. Dean mumbled the words, written in beautiful handwriting of course, under his breath. The paper was wet with what was probably tears. Dean couldn't believe he has hurt Cas so much. He bit his lip trying not to cry. His stomach twisted.

"Dear Dean.

I'm not doing this because of what you did, my life has been hard since I (mistakenly) was born. You were just the drop that caused the glass to overflow.

Look up."

Dean looked up and saw nothing. Just the sky, the sky that was drained of blue for it was all in Castiel's eyes. He saw nothing. Or did he? No. It couldn't be. There was no way. Oh, but there was.

That was Castiel. On the top of the bank.

Dean cried. He felt the tears coming, felt one roll down his cheek. He just let it all out. All of it.

"Castiel, no!" He looked back down at the paper, frustrated

"Dean Winchester, I love you"

Dean couldn't believe it. Castiel Novak loved him.