Dean ---
Dean climbed hastily out of bed, apologizing to… Mandi. That was her name. He had no idea why he was doing this; Sam had walked in on him multiple times, before they developed the tie signal, and he had no problem continuing.
But he had no lust to go on, he had grown soft, and all he wanted to do was chase after Castiel and tell him… Well, he wasn’t sure. Sorry? That didn’t make any sense, what did he need to say sorry about?
Pulling on a pair of sweatpants, Dean apologized again, and promised to come back. He just had to check on his friend. She voiced her understanding, turning on the TV. He rushed out of the room, afraid Cas would be gone, but hoping, now that Cas was mortal, he wouldn’t have gotten far.
To his immense surprise, Cas was crouched on the ground, blue tie in hand, face blushing red. Dean wanted to lean down, and take the ex-angel in his arms. Instead, he leaned against the wall, and “Goddammit Castiel, what were you thinking? Didn’t you see the tie?”
“Well… Yes.” Cas replied, his deep husk hitching a bit higher. His face was contorted; both puzzled, mortified, and sad. Sadder than Dean could have imagined. The other emotions, he expected. What was going on?
Again, Dean kept an angry appearance. “Well, why the fuck did you walk in?”
“I didn’t understand the apparent symbolism this tie possessed.”
“Yeah well, you…” Dean’s words caught in his throat as he looked down at the helpless man. What would he say? You ruined my fun? Honestly Dean hadn’t been enjoying himself in the slightest.
Castiel peered up at Dean through half-closed lashes. He looked so sweet and innocent and- oh God, what was Dean thinking. He ought to just go back in and fool around, and get these thoughts out of his head.
“I’m going back inside. Next time, knock, please. Or, even better, don’t come in at all.”
One hand on the knob, he began to turn it, when “Dean, wait.”
Dean turned as Castiel pushed himself up. “The reason I came back, well, I wanted to talk to you.”
“Make it quick.” Dean stepped away from the door and Cas stepped towards it, leaving very little space between them. Dean felt a tug at his stomach he chose to ignore. “Come on, Cas. We don’t have all fucking night.”
Castiel ---
Castiel was so close to Dean he could count every one of his eyelashes, see every knick on his recently shaven face. How badly he wanted to reach out and touch- but no. He was here to inquire if what he was feeling was normal, or even a definition of these feelings. Scaring Dean away wouldn’t benefit him at all. So instead he dug his hands into the sides of his trench coat.
Dean was being unusually harsh to Cas, but he supposed it was because he had ruined the intercourse that Dean had been enjoying so thoroughly. So- how to even bring up this twisting in his stomach and the way his heart skipped a beat whenever he made eye contact with Dean?
“Dean I- I’ve been feeling really strange lately.”
Dean put a consoling hand on Castiel’s arm. “Cas, you’re just adjusting to humanity and the emotions and mortality that come with it.” He removed his hand, but Cas could feel his arm burning where it had been. “Now, you know you can always come to me when you’re feeling off but… Now really isn’t the best.” As Dean turned away Cas felt a tug of disappointment.
“But…” He grabbed Dean to stop him. “Dean, these feelings, these weird ones. They started when I was still an angel. It’s just been since I fell that they’ve grown stronger.”
