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Supernatural: Destiel.

Dean has been going days on end without sleep, staying up thinking about what his actual feelings towards Castiel were. It was infuriating to him because he had never felt this way before and he had no way of stopping these emotions which in itself aggravated the green-eyed hunter as he doesn't like not being in control of situations.

"Dean?" Cas says, looking at the older Winchester in question.

Dean looks up like dog when it's owner is calling it, Dean curses himself in his mind for being so... whipped. He was wrapped around Castiel's little finger and what scared Dean the most was the fact that he didn't mind. He couldn't have minded in the slightest. He surveyed how perfect the ex-angel actually looked, the way he tilted his head in question as he still tries to adapt to his new life as a human.

"I said--if you were listening which it seems you were not which is inexplicably rude by the way--I said Sam was calling you," Castiel tells the confused man before returning back to his book about a yellow bear with a love for honey.

Dean stands up and walks out the library before walking around the bunker in search for his younger brother. He soon finds Sam in a heated discussion with somebody on the phone and stays out of earshot distance, wanting to give his brother some privacy, he was too caught up in his thoughts to care anyway. Sam says a curt goodbye before noticing his brother and waving him over.

"Dean, I'm going to get some food so we don't die sometime soon, especially you without getting any sleep. I'll be back in about two hours, I have something else I have to sort out too."

Dean nods in understanding. "See you in two hours."

While Sam took the keys to Dean's beloved Impala, Dean shuffled his way back to the library to gaze at his former angel once more. He could hear Cas muttering away to himself absently making Dean smile, wanting to know what has caught the attention of Castiel this time.

"This Christopher Robin guy doesn't seem too bad," Dean hears, causing him to chuckle.

The hunter walks into the room and sits in the seat he had been occupying before he was called away. Castiel briefly looks up at Dean and shoots him a quick smile before re-reading all about the one-hundred acre woods. He re-counters all the things that had been happening to him over the past God knows how long, well, I'm hoping God knows, he's Castiel's father after all.

The fluttering feeling in his stomach when he hears Cas speak, the way he drops everything he was currently doing to help Cas, the way he perks up when he sees his angel. Dean thinks he knows what this feeling is, he just wasn't quite sure how he was going to explain to Cas about it. Every time Dean goes to open his mouth and speak, he closes it again and sits back in his chair sulking.

"What's wrong?" Castiel asks him, not looking up from his book.

He was thinking that could tell him now when he isn't really paying attention. Dean knew it was the cowardly way of doing it, but not as cowardly of not telling Cas at all. Dean, the supernatural hunter who has killed more Supernatural being's than Taylor Swift has been in relationships and wrote songs about it, Dean the guy who can get whoever he wants when he wants, Dean the guy who can convince pretty much everyone to do what he asks, yeah, that Dean is too scared to confess his feelings towards Castiel.

Dean clears his throat, about to say something to Cas.

"Well, it's about time," Cas says, putting Winnie the Pooh down on the table.

"I-uh, it doesn't matter," He manages out before scrambling up and running out the door towards his bedroom at top speed.

He closes the door in a hurry and keeps his back against it, out of breath slightly as he's a bit out of practice, something he knows can easily be sorted. He slides down the hardwood until he's crouching, only inches from the floor.

Dean heard a knock on the door, but he ignored it, knowing fully well it would he Cas wanting to know why he ran out. Dean lost count on how long he had sat in that position for, but one thing is for sure and that would be his legs absolutely despise him for it.

He soon heard Sam's voice soon followed by Castiel's, welcoming Sam back as if he had gone out to war and not grocery shopping.

"Hey, Cas, you seem puzzled, what's up?" Sam asks, putting the milk into the fridge.

"I feel this rather odd feeling when it comes to Dean Winchester,"

"Well you do share a more profound bond," Sam says, mimicking what Cas had said before.

"No, it's more than that." He tries to explain. "I don't understand these feelings,"

"Explain them. What do you feel?"

"I feel like I want to wake up every morning next to Dean. To help him whenever and wherever, to hold him and hold his hand everywhere. To curl up on the couch next to each other, me forcing him to watch movie marathons he doesn't seem to particularly like, him then forcing me to listen to AC/DC on repeat in the Impala. I-"

"What? What is it Cas?"

The former Angel looks at the younger man with a bewildered expression on his face. "I-I want to be loved by Dean Winchester."

Back in the room Dean had finally managed to fall asleep just before the heart-to-heart talk began and he started to have a dream about him and Castiel. At some point in his dream, Dean came to the conclusion that he had to tell Cas how he felt, but he had to find a way of telling Castiel in a way the former Angel who is still getting accustomed to human life will understand.

Dean stood up and stretched, punching his legs a couple of times to get some feeling back into them. He yawned and left the room, following the sound of Castiel's angelic voice. No pun intended. He walked into the kitchen and noticed that Sam and Castiel had cooked dinner. Pie to be exact.

"Oh praise the Lord and everything holy,"

Castiel scrunches up his nose. "I don't know how I feel about you talking about my father in that way."

Dean just smiles and shakes his head, sitting down at the table followed by Sam and Cas. A comfortable silence fell across the table with the occasional 'pass the bread' or 'Dean, use a fork for goodness sake'. It was halfway during the meal when Dean couldn't take it anymore.

"Cas," he says catching the mans attention. "I have something I need to get off my chest. I-"

Before he could say more he was interrupted by the said man. "Please tell me it's your shirt."

Both Winchester's began choking, Sam on his food and Dean on his own spit, while Cas just looked at Dean with a little eager look on his face.

"Pardon?" Dean choked out.

"Why aren't you listening to me today? I said, please say it's your shirt."

Dean takes a moment to recover from his initial shock and when he does, he smirks. "What would happen if I say it was?"

Castiel stands up and pulls Dean up with him. "Let's find out." He says, dragging him into Dean's bedroom leaving Sam sitting at the kitchen table with a fork full of pie hanging in front of his face.

"Well, that's one way of doing it I guess."