Supernatural: Short Stories

"You are an idiot, Dean Winchester."

"Dean, I think I'm in love."
Dean nearly choked on his bacon, looking up from the newspaper he'd been reading. He stared at the fallen angel sitting across from him at the table. Cas was looking at him earnestly.
Awesome. Dean no longer felt hungry. He'd always known that this day would come, but it hurt like hell nonetheless. Of course Cas would someday leave the bunker, go and live his own life now that he was human. Dean didn't like it, couldn't stand the thought of Cas loving anyone but him, but that was not a good enough reason to take away Cas' happiness. Dean put on a brave face.
"Alright... So do I know her?" He asked, pretending to casually put away the newspaper.
Castiel looked almost offended at the question.
"Or not, if you don't wanna share." Dean muttered, defensively holding up a hand, feeling even worse because Cas apparently didn't feel the need to share with him who the competition was.
With an exasperated sigh, Cas got up from his chair, walking around the table to invade Dean's personal space. Then he dipped his head, tenderly kissing the corner of Dean's mouth, and with that banning every coherent thought from Dean's brain. Blue eyes were clearly mocking him when Cas pulled away.
"You are an idiot, Dean Winchester."