Destiel One Shots

An argument and a proclamation of love

(A/N: I couldn't get a chapter out today so I'm just gonna post this one shot. Enjoy!)

The door to the bunker slammed.

"Cas! What the hell is wrong with you! You could of been killed!" Dean yelled angrily at his friend.

"If I hadn't tackled you, you would be dead right now! Forgive me for saving your life!" Cas yelled back. Dean stomped down the stairs, Cas following moodily.

"Cas, stop trying to sacrifice yourself for me! I don't need it!" They had made it to the library now, both glaring angrily at each other.

"Why do you always do this? You always think you aren't worth it, that everyone is more valuable than you! But guess what? You're wrong!"

Dean threw his hands up in the air in exasperation. "Oh really? How so? Because it seems that I've let out every evil in the world! I've killed more than I've saved! It's probably better if I stay dead for once!"

Tears welled in Cas' eyes.

"Don't say that. Don't ever say that. You say that you're a murderer, that you are the evil you seek to destroy, but you are the kindest, self-righteous man I have ever met." Dean glared harder at Cas, clearly not accepting what he had said.

"How would you know? You aren't even human! You're a robot! You're programmed, Cas! You don't know what feeling is."

Cas' expression grew angrier, furious tears spilling from his eyes. He pushed Dean into a wall, forearm pressed against his throat. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to uncomfortably let Dean know it was there.

"You think I don't care? You say I have no emotions, that I can't feel." He leaned in close to Dean, both still glaring hard at each other, until their noses were almost touching.

"Guess what, Dean? I do feel. I feel things, and it scares me, it scares me so much, that I'm vulnerable, that I place so much trust in a human because of those feelings. I fell for you, rebelled for you, and yet you are still so blind you can't see what is directly in front of you. I don't loath myself, Dean, I love you!"

Dean stared in shock. Cas, realizing what he had just said, started to back away from Dean.

"Cas..." It was spoken so softly, barely above a whisper.

Cas' eyes were widening and he looked so... scared. There was fear in his blue eyes, fear of rejection, fear of being hurt.

"Cas..." Dean said again, louder this time. He took a step towards Cas.

"Don't." It was one word, hard and simple and it hurt. Cas backed up. One step, two steps, then turned and ran away.

"Cas!"

~~~

43 missed calls.

Cas had turned off his phone at some point during the night, not that he had gotten any sleep anyways.

He was in his 'secret room' the one place in the bunker Dean and Sam hadn't found yet.

It wasn't very big, barely enough room for two people, much less two and a moose.

He came here when he needed to think, and ever since he had lost his powers he found himself in this room a lot more.

Cas sighed and ran his hand down his face.

That was really stupid. Why the hell had he done that? Just blurt out his feelings to Dean? Now he was going to be kicked out or be ignored by Dean at the very least. Cas hated being angry, it made him do things he normally wouldn't do if he was level minded.

Ugh, why were human emotions so confusing?

43 missed calls. That was a lot, even in the circumstances.

27 voicemails. How could his phone even hold all of those? He hit play on one that read 10:47 PM, around when Dean and him had their fight, and Cas ran away.

"Hey Cas. Where are you? We really should talk. Please come back, or call me back at least. Okay... bye" Cas clicked on one from 11:30 PM.

"Cas. We need to talk. Please, just answer the damn phone." Dean's voice was more urgent this time.

12:50 AM

"Cas! Oh my god! Just answer the damn phone already! Please... just answer the phone."

1:05 AM

"Cas," Was Dean... crying? "Please, answer. We need to talk."

1:58 AM

"Damn it Cas. Please answer your phone ."

2:17 AM

A large sigh. "Well, its two o'clock in the morning, you still haven't answered your phone. You've either turned it off or gone to sleep, both I'm guessing. I still want to talk to you though, I don't want to say I love you for the first time over voicemail. Oh shit, I just said it didn't I? Oh well, good night Cas. I love you."

End of message.

Cas was crying now, he stood up and opened his door.

He walked down the hall and to Dean's room. He had barely knocked before the door swung open, revealing a very disheveled Dean.

His hair was a mess, as if he had run his fingers through it repeatedly. His clothes were wrinkled and there were dark bags under his eyes, which were also red, probably from crying.

A wave of guilt washed over Cas.

"Dean... I'm so-" Cas was cut off by Dean pulling him into a tight hug.

"Cas.." He breathed out, sounding as if he didn't believe he was there, holding onto him tighter to make sure he was.

Cas wrapped his arms around Dean, nuzzling into his shoulder, not wanting to let go.

Dean pressed a kiss into his hair, pulling back to look into Cas' eyes.

"I was so worried. Why didn't you answer your phone? Where did you go-" Cas cut him off with a kiss.

It didn't take too long for Dean to start kissing back. It wasn't a deep kiss, with tongue or even open mouths. Just a kiss, a press of lips. But it felt like so much more.

Years of unspoken feelings, dreams, and denial all put together in one single act. It was more than just a kiss, it was a confirmation.

"I love you Dean."

"I love you too Cas."