flower || destiel

lxxxviii.

cas looked up at him with hooded eyes, now burning with tears.

"i was fucking terrified, i–" he paused, taking in a breath. "i don't even know what happened, i thought you were–" he sniffed, wiping a tear from his cheek. he set the basket down and looked away at the wall, resting on the hood of dryer.

god, he was so beautiful, hair still wet from their bath. it curled up at his nape. he concentrated hard on keeping the tears from falling. dean let out an exasperated breath and sniffed again. cas could see now, how scared he must've felt. he was so selfish. how could he do this? leaving dean without an answer for all this time. "i'm sorry," cas started.
"i won't do that again, i swear." dean looked over at him, eyes wide and watery, slightly red. they were greener than emeralds, staring cas in his eyes.

and in this moment, cas realized;

he was in love.