An unexpected proposal

Author: PlumePlume

Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to its creators and I do not profit economically from this story.

Spoiler: not really (Dean and Cas both live in the bunker but that's all)

Pairing: Destiel

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I'm back for a sweet one shot with my two favorite dorks! Because "Didn't know they were dating" prompt fits them way too well... Hope you'll enjoy :)

An unexpected proposal

One knee down, Castiel was looking at Dean, unfazed. Way too unfazed. As if all of this was normal. As if he wasn't holding a green velvet case out to Dean, with a gold band in it.

As if he didn't just…

"Cas, just what the fuck are you doing?!"

The angel tilted his head and squinted slightly.

"I just proposed to you. At least, I think I did follow your traditional customs?"

Dean could feel his face getting hotter and hotter, and thanked heaven Sam wasn't around to witness all that. The hunter closed his eyes and forced himself to take a deep breath. Ok. Ok. Cas just proposed to him. Ok…

Okay…

He triumphed from several apocalypses, fought hundreds of demons, the Devil himself, and even several gods. He certainly could deal with his best friend's proposal… right?

Breath in… Breath out… You can do it…

"So. Okay. You just… (Dean waved his hands in the direction of the wedding band, still held out to him) well. Er… Can I ask why? Like, where is that coming from?"

The kneeling angel frowned.

"Well, we've been dating for more than ten years, and yesterday you almost got your head chopped off by a ghoul, so it seemed like a good time to make our relationship official?"

Dean's brain was stuck on the first sentence.

"Wait, wait, wait! We've been what?!"

Cas let out a deep sigh and fidgeted a little. Kneeling on the bunker cold hard ground wasn't probably very comfortable. Dean would have suggested him to get up, but his mind was still stuck on the bomb the angel just dropped.

"Dean…" The tone used was the one employed by Cas when Dean was getting particularly stubborn, and Cas particularly patient. "I know this isn't easy for you, and you wanted to keep it private for as long as possible but, despite appearances, I, too, have feelings. And desires. Like the desire to be able to introduce myself as something more than just your "shy but devastatingly handsome friend", to use your term."

Dean frowned, feeling lost.

"What, in Hell, are you talking about?"

"Dean… I know this is complicated for you, but I think I've been extremely patient with you. Forcing myself not to react, even when you were kissing my aunt. But it's been more than ten years. I no longer am the angel I once was, and you are no longer the twenty-nine-years-old hunter I raised from Perdition once. Even if you deny it, hunts are getting more and more dangerous and I-"

He cut himself off and lowered his head, but Dean managed to see a glimpse of the desperate expression on Cas's face. When the angel spoke again, his voice was hoarse with emotions.

"I'm scared of losing you, Dean. I'm afraid someday you will be mortally wounded and I won't be able to save you. I already lost you too many times, and it destroyed me every time. As losing me destroyed you. I can't take that risk anymore. I couldn't take it…

Tears were gleaming in Cas's eyes when he raised his head toward him. Dean's heart painfully contracted in his chest. Even if he had no idea what was Cas rambling about, he would have given anything to make the sadness disappear from those baby blue eyes.

He swallowed back the "What are you talking about, man?" that was burning his tongue, and let his instincts speak for him, instead.

He fell on his knees (and pulled a face when said knees reminded him too that he wasn't twenty anymore) and pushed away Cas's arms, still holding out the ring, to pull the angel against him.

His two fists clenched on the back of the trench-coat, he buried his head in Cas's shoulder and kept him close. The hug was at the same time a way to show his silent support, but also a way to prevent Cas from babbling about wedding, feelings, and who knows what else, about which Dean didn't understand a thing, but wasn't sure he wanted to know.

Instead, he hugged Cas harder.

A hand landed on his back in return, and started to stroke him slowly, through his cotton shirt.

Then, because it was Cas, he spoke again.

"Is it… is it a 'yes'?"

Dean sighed, but, hidden against the trench-coat, he was smiling.

"Cas, I've no idea what you're talking about, but if it can comfort you and stop making you cry, then yes ."

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it! :)