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A Hunter's Angel (Destiel)

     "Dean." Castiel's voice was rough, and Dean inwardly sighed. Dean knew Cas would show eventually. It had only been a matter of time until he found out that Dean had been lying to him. He couldn't help it, though. Lying was all he'd known, he never shared any of his feelings, nor did he show most... He knew there was another reason, but he'd never say it out loud. Not unless he had to, not unless... He took a deep breath, turning around to face him.
"Hey Cas." Dean said, offering a half smile and playing innocent. Cas give him on of his dissapointed looks, and Dean had to hold back from spilling the truth.
"What's happening to you?" Castiel asked, walkin down the steps and stopping at the bottom of the two steps.  Dean looked down at the table, shrugging as he glanced back up.
       "What do you mean?" He asked, although the guilt had made its way to his chest, tryin to crawl it's way into his throat. Cas looked hurt, but it was soon pushed away with anger.
"You know what I mean, Dean!" He snapped, taking a deep breath as hands curled into fists. "Your always lying.. Why? I could have helped you! But instead of coming to me, you went to Crowley! A demon. Weren't you the one who said we shouldn't make deals with demons!?!" Castiel's eyes narrowed, and Dean held back a flinch as Cas's hands slammed down onto the table. He flattened his hand, and his head angled down towards the table. If Dean didn't know better, he would have thought that Cas was crying as he stared down at the table. But Dean knew that his ragged breathing was because of his anger, his shoulders shaking with the effort it took to stand in his state. "Do you not trust me?" Castiel's voice was less angry now..no...he was not angry, he seemed more dissapointed. "Have I really messed up that bad in your eyes that...that you'd trust him above me?"  Dean was speechless. He couldn't speak, not without spilling his feelings. His true feelings. But Cas just seemed so torn so.....broken over the fact that Dean lied to him. Again. His mind reminded him painfully.
        "Of course not, Cas. You know that's not true." Dean managed, making an attempt to comfort the angel without actually proving him wrong.
"Then, why Dean?" Cas stood straight, looking straight at Dean and drawing an audible gasp from the hunter. "What other possible explanation is there? Do you simply lie for pleasure? Is it another 'human thing'?" Cas snapped.
"Cas, it's not like that. Please-" Dean's desperate attempt to explain was cut off, and he clenched his jaw.
"Then explain it to me, Dean! Tell me why you didn't come to me! Tell me why you'd rather make a deal with a demon than come to me! Please, Dean! I..." Cas took a shuddering breath, lookin down. A long silence followed, both simply staring into the other's eyes. Dean missed those days where everyhing was simple. Where he could make some speech, and eveything would be ok. When the line between good and bad was clear, and not some blurry mess. Cas was first to break away, sighing. "I understand." He said simply, turning away from Dean. He was visibly tense as he walked back towards the door.
       "Cas!" Castiel turned to him, his face carefully void of all emotion. Dean sighed. "I'm only human, Cas. Im not like you."
"I don't see how that has anything to do with-" It was Cas's turn to be interupted, and Dean made his way around the table.
"Your in pain. Hell, I can tell that you barelly made it over here. Even...." Deep breath, "Even if I wanted to come to you, I couldn't. Not if I wanted you to be safe....So I couldn't. Because I'm human. And when humans want something really bad..." Dean got closer to Cas, slowly reaching his hand up to grip the angel's tie. He tugged Cas closer to him. "We lie." He finished, capturing Castiel's lips in a kiss. He hooked his arm around Cas's waist, pulling him against him and deepening the kiss. He poured all his feeling into it, all the words he couldn't say, all the emotions he never let show, he tried to tell Cas all that he wasn't supposed to.
     Cas was tense for a moment, then wrapped his own arms aound Dean, slipping one of his hands into Dean's hair. His hand slipped down to Dean's shoulder as the kiss broke, and he layed his head on Dean's shoulder.
"Dean..." Cas whispered, and now Dean was sure that Cas had begun to cry. Light sobs escaped his mouth, and Dean could feel the tears dampenin his shirt. He rubbed the angel's back holdin Cas against him. "I..I'm sorry." He murmured.
"I am too. I should never have made you feel that way." Dean replied.
"Ma armastan sind, Dean." Castiel whispered, and Dean looked down at him. While he had no idea how to speak whatever language Cas had used, he knew what it meant. He didn't kow how, but....
"Ma armastan sind." Dean replied.

(A/N; Ma armastan sind = I love you (in Estonian)