supernatural one-shots

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"I'm gonna go grab some coffee." Sam said on his way out of motel room. It was so obvious, Dean wanted to roll his eyes. His brother was never good at subtlety.
They all came back to their motel room not long ago, after another successful hunt, but the atmosphere was still tense. Castiel was sitting in the chair, reading a book and refusing to look at Dean. He was embarrassed, Dean could tell. What couldn't they tell about each other after all these years? Well, apparently, there was one thing.
During the hunt, Dean was taken hostage by a shapeshifter, who had taken his form and was holding him at gunpoint, when Castiel stormed into the warehouse, looking fierce, and Dean swore he could see the remains of grace in his blue eyes. At first, Castiel tried to negotiate with the shifter, then he tried to threaten him, after which the shapeshifter snapped and shouted, obviously channeling some of Dean's inner emotions.
"Why would you wanna save him? He ruined you!"
To which Cas answered quietly. "Because I love him."
Both Dean and his doppelgänger were too shocked to notice Sam getting out of his cover, taking aim at the shapeshifter's heart and shooting. The dead body hit the floor, but Dean couldn't look away from the fallen angel.
The ride back to the motel was filled with tense silence. Sam was driving, and sending Castiel, who was sleeping in the backseat, worried glances, while Dean was trying to convince himself that Cas didn't mean it, that he'd said it to catch the shifter by surprise. Because it couldn't possibly be true, could it? The shapeshifter was right, Dean ruined Castiel. He was the reason for every bad thing that had ever happened to the fallen angel. Hell, the fact that he was no longer an angel was proof enough that he couldn't feel that way about Dean.
Castiel was still reading his book, while Dean fidgeted nervously on the bed, trying hard to think of what to say, how to make things alright again. He cleared his throat, which made Cas still, eyes stopping in their movement, and then finally the fallen angel spoke in that gravelly voice of his that sent shivers down Dean's back more often than it was allowed.
"You don't have to say anything, Dean. I couldn't possibly hope for my feelings to be reciprocated, and I assure you that nothing will or should change between us, now that you know." Castiel didn't even look at him once. But Dean didn't pay attention to any of that. His mind went black the second Cas said 'reciprocated'. What was he talking about? Did he mean...
"Wait, what?" Dean asked a minute later with his heart in his heels. The question forced the fallen angel to finally look at him. Cas sighed tiredly, the obvious pain in his eyes made Dean's heart clench.
"I said, nothing will change between us, now that you know of my feelings for you. I promise I will keep myself in check in the future as to not embarrass you anymore." Hope prickled inside Dean's heart. In that moment he thought he knew what happiness felt like. The thought that Cas might... no, felt the same way as Dean made the hunter laugh with relief, joy and many other emotions. His laugh, though, made Castiel very irritated and angry.
"I'm glad that my misery brings you joy, Dean, but..."
"No, no, no, Cas! That's not... Do you really think I'd laugh at something like this? Am I that much of an asshole? Don't answer it." Dean stood up and took a few steps closer to where Castiel was sitting. This is it, he thought. He was finally going to admit something he had never even admitted to himself.
"Cas, I..." Dean closed his mouth, at a loss for words. Shit, it was harder than he thought. His palms were sweating, heart beating so fast, it felt like a heart attack. Castiel huffed and also stood up, placing the book on the table.
"Spare me your pity, Dean. I said, it's okay. You really don't have to say anything." Now the pain was in his voice too. Castiel moved quickly to the door, but Dean dashed in front of him with his hands in the air.
"Wait, Cas, please, just... Just hear me out!" Deep breath. "Please."
Cas slowly nodded and tilted his head, as if trying to figure Dean out. The gesture made Dean's chest swell with affection. How could someone look so fierce and terrifying in one moment, and so cute and adorable in another? Focus, Winchester. Now's not the time for heart eyes. Dean cleared his throat, nervous again with Cas's eyes that were slightly narrowed, piercing right through him.
"Cas, um, your feelings are, you know, reciprocated." A pause. Cas's eyes were wide open this time. Dean felt himself blush and started muttering.
"Yeah, they've been, um, for quite some time now, and, you know..." But the sentence was cut off abruptly as Cas's lips covered his own. Dean shivered. Hard. Castiel's lips were everything and nothing he'd ever imagined. Chapped, dry, but so very soft at the same time, moving against his with such ferocity that it made Dean's head spin and open his lips with a moan. Castiel didn't waste a second and immediately slipped his tongue past Dean's lips, inside his mouth, and gently, and maybe even a little bit scared, touched Dean's tongue with his own. Dean almost passed out. He'd never felt like this before. Castiel's hands cradled his face, making it impossible for the hunter to move away even if he wanted to. Which he didn't. Ever. Again.
Cas was nipping at his lower lip, when Dean finally regained control of his limbs and put his hands around Castiel's waist. That made the angel stumble a little, and Dean felt a shudder run through his body. Dean smiled against his mouth, and Cas bit his lip in return, then deepened the kiss, putting his hands around the hunter.
Dean honestly felt like he was in heaven, was starting to consider moving the party to the bed, when he heard the mix of a chuckle and a cough. He immediately pulled away, though Cas tried to follow him with glazed eyes, but Sam's now proper laugh brought him down to earth too.
"Glad, you guys, finally... talked." Dean wanted to hit that smug face, but Castiel's arms tightened around him.
"Yes, me too." Dean heard the angel say. He looked back at Cas and saw him smiling with swollen lips and a blush on his cheeks, looking just perfect. Dean smiled back and pecked Cas on the lips one more time, just because he could, and then whispered.
"Me too."
In the background Sam rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless.