Dean Winchester refuses to be that naive girl in the badly made mafia movie but there he is, falling over himself for Castiel Novak, the guy with the unexplained scars and dirty tongue.
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Dean sighed when he put the impala into park, gently skimming his hands over the steering wheel. He was grateful that he'd finally made it, but it was a bitter victory when all of the memories came crashing back, a reality before his eyes instead of memories inside of nightmares.
He shook it off as he finally mustered up enough courage to open the driver side door and step out. His boots hit the ground with a sure thud and he stands before he can slip back into his seat. He shut the door and played with his keys for a second before stepping forward.
He doesn't expect to see that same blonde girl at the front desk, and it comes as a shock when he does. She smiled at him big and bright, as if no time has passed, as she tossed him the key.
"Welcome back," she said. He gave her a smile and a nod as he walked past. He took slow steps to the elevator, let the doors close and the metal sit as he stared at the buttons. His brain itched for him to hurry up, to run as fast as he can to that door, but his body won't listen. He has been a ball of excited energy up until he pulled into the lot, then he was reduced to nothing but frayed nerves.
Room 314 looked just as it always had. The door was a smooth cream color, the letters were new, a bright red, but the carpet in the hallway was the same soft red, patterned with different sized squares. The hallway lights were the same, the bulbs obviously having been changed, it was brighter.
Dean took a deep breath before he unlocked the door. The curtains had been opened, the golden light from the setting sun filtering through. The door clicked shut and Dean thinks maybe he's early, maybe that hadn't been his car in the lot.
"Hey, doll." His heart empties the nervous energy and refills with that thrilling excitement he had been feeling all year when he got that first unknown call. His shoulders sag a bit as Castiel comes into view from behind the wall. Dean throws himself at the man, broader, hands bigger on Dean's waist. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's shoulders and buried his face in the man's neck, gulping in the smell of him with greedy inhales. Castiel chuckled, but his arms went around Dean's waist and he squeezed like Dean could disappear if he didn't hold on tight enough.
"I love you," Dean breathed, trying to push the words into Castiel's neck, sealing them with hurried, frenzied kisses. Castiel huffed a small laugh, his breath shaky against the side of Dean's head.
"I love you," he returned, his fingers slipping into the back of Dean's hair and tugging softly so he could connect their lips. Dean all but melted into the kiss, his body sagging in Castiel's hold. Two years in Washington, hiding himself away with just Bobby and Sam to keep him company, Dean had missed Castiel. He missed him more than he thought he could ever miss a single person. Bobby and Sam told him it was unhealthy to obsess like that, and Dean agreed to a certain point, but his feelings always held true. Even when he tried to put himself back out there, his mind always went back to Castiel and he couldn't go through with it. He'd made a few friends, some good friends, but he couldn't bring himself to date or even hook up with anyone.
