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The End

Dean sat up. He looked around. He was back in the bunker. 

His head was pounding.

He rolled onto my side. Cas was looking down at him.

"Hey, you," Dean said, sitting up.

"How are you feeling, Dean?" He asked.

"I'm fine, as long as we can forget everything I said last night," Dean replied, embarrassed.

"Why would you want to forget that?" Cas asked. He looked really confused.

"You obviously don't feel that way about me, and I do enjoy being friends. I don't want that to change..." Dean said.

He looked at Dean and smiled. "Dean, you couldn't be more wrong."

"Cas... I know you don't love me. You don't have to say this to protect me."

"Dean, why do you think I raised you from perdition? I begged my father to let me save you. I couldn't take seeing you suffer. At first, you were just a human, but you are so much more than that to me now. Even when I was brainwashed by Naomi, you got through to me."

"Cas! Stop! This hurts. I hate it when you lie to me!" Dean shouted.

"DEAN! Listen to me! I LOVE YOU! Get that through your thick skull!" Cas yelled.

"I don't believe you, Cas. I want to, but I can't."

"Then let me help you." He leaned over and kissed the Winchester. Then promptly got out of the bed and walked away.

"Cas!" Dean's voice cracked. He ran after Cas. "Hey!"

"Dean!" Sam ran up behind him. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Sam. Where's Cas?" Dean asked quickly.

"He just went into the kitchen. What's wrong?" He looked concerned.

Dean grinned. "Absolutely nothing is wrong. Actually, the opposite." He ran into the kitchen.

"DEAN!" Sam called after him.

"Cas! What the hell?"

"Do you believe me now, Dean?" He looked down at his shoes.

"Hey, Cas," Dean said, walking towards him, "I believe you." 

He smiled. "Good," he said, turning around.

He walked up behind him. Cas slowly turned to face him. 

"Now that that's straightened out, I think Sam has a few errands he has to run." Dean said. 

"That's cool, I guess. I don't see how that has anything to do with anything." Dean grinned.

"Then let me help you." He kissed Cas.

"That's my line." He said softly, before kissing back. He stopped abruptly.

"Sam," Cas said gruffly. "I believe you have some errands to run."

Sam stood there dumbfounded.

"This is not what it looks like," Dean said.

"Really? Because to me, it looks like you and Cas were–well– er–you know–kissing." Sam mumbled, scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah, okay. That is what it looks like." Dean replied.

"I-I'm just gonna g-go out. You guys need anything? Like– food wise?"

"No, Sammy, I think we're fine," Dean said.

"O-okay. I'm just-" He stumbled away.

"Dean, what's wrong with Sam? Is he sick? Is it something I can heal?" Cas asked.

"No, Cas, this isn't something you can heal. He'll be fine. Now come here."