I'm finally updating, I feel proud af. Sorry for taking so long. I've been working on this, I'm just a lazy motherfucker.
Castiel-
It's been a few weeks since we've all settled down in the bunker, I mainly stay in my room. I'd rather not converse with the man that I love and his brother. That's right. I'm in love with Dean Winchester, kill me. I finally came to terms with it last week, Dean was smiling about something and I was just thinking 'I love his smile so much. It could light up a room. Please have my babies.' Needless to say, I had to backtrack and process my own thoughts.
I then figured out that I was indeed in love with him. I'm probably never going to tell him though, he's obviously straight and has no liking towards me as more than a friend. I would hate to ruin our friendship over my stupid feelings. It took so long to get him to trust me, I could ruin it all just by telling him. There's no way I could do that. That's why I've been locking myself up inside my room...unless I get hungry.
It's that time again and I have to go where others are, please kill me now. I pause the episode of Scrubs and get up, slowly opening the door and peeking my head out to see if anyone's there. Seeing no one, I crept towards the kitchen using my ninja stealth. Which apparently isn't very coordinated considering I stubbed my toe on the wall, in my defense I didn't see it there.
I slowly push myself back up from where I had fallen on the floor to clutch my toe. It was very painful, isn't it tragic? I limp my way towards the kitchen and immediately head towards the fridge. I grab some turkey, Swiss cheese, and some mayonnaise. I turn around and lay the items on the counter, grabbing the bread and turning to get a knife.
I find one and turn around to get to work, only to end up dropping my knife in surprise. Standing in front of me is none other than Dean Winchester. Why me? What have I done to deserve this? I just wanted a sandwich. Is that too much to ask for?
"Hey, Cas. I haven't seen you in a while, where have you been?"
"Hey, Dean. I've just been around, watching Netflix..."
"Why haven't you been out here with me and Sam?" To this I just shrug, hoping he stops talking to me. There's no way I can tell him this soon. Or is there? Should I just go ahead and tell him? If it's a failure I can just stay locked up in my room and only make food at night. Maybe I can get a mini-fridge and some other stuff. Yeah, that's a good idea.
"Cas, I know you have a reason. Just tell me, you can tell me anything."
"Fine, but I'm making my sandwich first. I came in here to do that and I'm not getting interrupted." I once again turn back to work only to be stopped by Dean's voice,
"Can I have one?"
I turned towards him and glared, "Do I look like a maid to you? I did not come in here to make you a sandwich. I came in here to make me one. You can do the same."
With that I turned back to what I was doing. I then continued to stuff my face and look around. I once again met Dean's gaze, his eyes followed every movement of the sandwich and finally settled on my lips. He glanced back up and caught my eyes, looking like a deer caught in headlights for a moment.
"You okay, Dean?"
He paused for a moment and then just nodded. Ok then, this isn't awkward at all. When I'm finally done eating, I turn back to Dean and walk right past him to get a drink. I grab a water bottle out of the fridge and chug the whole thing, my anxiety starting to rise. I give out a big sigh and stare off into the distance, slowly trying to build up some courage.
I slowly turn back around to face Dean once again. "What is it, Cas? You know you can tell me anything." I didn't miss the slight quiver to his voice, letting me know just how nervous he was.
I look him in the eyes and start to speak. "I don't know how to tell you this. Umm, I-I'm pregnant." Dean's eyes immediately widen and he looks at me like I just slapped a baby or something.
I burst out laughing and slowly slide down the counter and onto the ground, stll laughing like a maniac. "I'm just kidding, Dean!" Dean just gives me a bitchface that Sam would be proud of. I end up calming down and standing back up.
Getting serious again, I prepare to actually get this off my chest. I feel my hands start to get sweaty and clam up. I'm dead. He's gonna kick me out, I'll have nowhere to go. Well, here we go. "Dean, I...I-I love you. I am in love with you."
He just stares at me, not saying anything. Not making any movements or anything. I think I broke him, oh no. He's gonna kill me, I shouldn't have said anything to him. I feel tears forming, getting ready to fall down my face. I try to keep them at bay but I can't. I feel like I'm about to break down. I then turn and run, trying to hide the fact that tears are now streaming down my face. My heart hurts, why do I have to feel like this?
Before I know what's happening, there's a hand on my arm and I'm pushed up against the wall. I try to pull away and keep running, only to feel lips pressed against mine. My eyes widen when I realize what's happening. Dean Winchester is kissing me. Dean WinCHESTER IS KISSING ME! I'm dead. I can't believe what is happening. I immediately kiss back, melting into the kiss and loving the way his lips feel against mine.
He soon pulls away, leaving me breathless and panting. He stares into my eyes, "I love you too, Cas. So fucking much." He then presses his lips to mine, this time in a sweet, loving kiss. I feel him smile into the kiss, making me also smile. Here we are, a fallen angel and a hunter, kissing in the hallway of a bunker. What a sight.
We are soon interrupted by a moose yelling, "I FUCKING KNEW IT! OMG OTP! YUUUSSSSSSSS, I GOTTA TELL PEOPLE!" He then trots off to go 'tell people'. Whatever that means. Dean just shrugs and goes back to kissing me, I'm not complaining.
