Bitten

1 week later

Dean's POV
It's been a week since Cas kissed me. I wasn't able to think about anything else other than that kiss. I hope Cas is ok. I mean, he did rush out of my apartment. I've been trying to call him but he's been ignoring my calls.

I just think about him as a friend. I thought he thought of me as a friend as well but I guess I was very wrong.

Today is Saturday and I am currently driving to Cas' house. If Cas won't pick up my calls, he'll have to open the door.

I arrive at Cas' house and knock on his door. He opens it and let's me inside. He looks everywhere but me.

This was probably going to be more awkward than I thought.

"Hey Cas. Listen, why have you been ignoring my calls? I called you a lot of times but you never answered any of them." I told Cas.

"I'm sorry, Dean." He said staring at the wall.

"Cas, we need to talk about what happened. You can't avoid this forever." I said to him.

"There's nothing to talk about, Dean. It was just a stupid kiss and a mistake. I'm sorry for even kissing you in the first place." He said.

"Oh really? A stupid kiss? Cause, that kiss felt more than just a stupid kiss." I told him.

"Dean, can we please stop talking about the kiss? I knew it was a mistake and I should've never done that." He said.

"Cas please, why did you kiss me?" I asked him in a desperate voice.

I sighed and then looked at me.

"It doesn't even matter." I mumbled.

"Why Cas? Why did you kiss me?" I begged him.

He looked down, sighed, and looked back up at me.

"Because I'm in love with you, Dean. I have been for a while. But I see now that I ruined the friendship between us. I'm sorry for kissing you that day, Dean. It was just a stupid mistake." He said sadly and looked down.

"Cas, you didn't ruin the friendship between us." I assured him.

"Dean, I can't be friends with out. I'm crazy about you, Dean. Don't you get that? I don't want us to be just friends. I want us to be together but you'll never see me as the 'boyfriend' type. You're straight but I'm not. If we continue being friends, I might not be able to control myself and I'll kiss you again. I don't want to do that to you. That would be being selfish. I don't want to be selfish to you, Dean. You mean more to me that any other person I've met." He told me.