supernatural one-shots

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"Cas? When you say you love me, do you mean..."
Dean's voice trailed off. He was unsure how to ask what he wanted to know, needed to know after the confession that Castiel had made only seconds ago.
After all, Cas had often made it clear that most angels didn't necessarily feel the same emotions that humans felt. Most of the time, it scared Dean how intense his own feelings for Cas were, but he hoped that it would be a little less terrifying if he had some confirmation that the angel felt the same, if only to some degree.
The two of them were on Dean's bed, lying there face to face on top of the covers, close but not quite touching. Just talking.
Weary blue eyes peered into Dean's green ones, investigating, but Cas didn't speak right away.
"I mean, you're an angel, I understand if you don't really..." Dean fell silent again, his second attempt as unsuccessful as the first.
Cas sighed then, looking uncharacteristically tired, but not annoyed.
"Can I touch you, Dean?" He asked after a lengthy silence, one of his hands reaching out and hovering over Dean's forehead.
"Yeah..." Dean whispered, no hesitation; he would trust Cas with his life if that was what it came down to.
The words were barely out of Dean's mouth, and the warm palm of Cas' hand was already pressed against his temple. A faint buzz was all that Dean could feel at first, but it was soon taken over by an unearthly feeling of euphoria. A heartbreaking wave of emotion, reminding Dean of the homemade apple pie that his mom used to bake when she was still alive. Reminding him of driving the Impala for the very first time. Reminding him of his first love, and all of the other crushes that he'd ever had in his life combined. Reminding him of the few happy moments that he'd had with Sammy, Bobby, Charlie, and all of the other people in Dean's life whom he considered his family.
It was a lot, in fact, it was too much. He was overwhelmed by the feeling, the feeling of being in love times a million while simultaneously everything was right in the world.
"Cas..." He whimpered when he couldn't handle it anymore, the sensation too much for one mortal human being to bear.
Cas let go at once, dropping his hand. Dean was breathing heavily, blinking at the angel who was watching him expectantly.
"Holy crap, what the hell was that?" Dean breathed, his voice trembling.
Castiel smiled, reaching for Dean again, this time to simply cup the side of Dean's face to comfort him.
"That is what I feel whenever we're together, or whenever I think about you. All the time." The angel clarified, the pad of his thumb tracing Dean's cheek bone. "I figured it would be more effective to show than to tell."
A frantic make out session followed. Never again did Dean fear that he was in this alone