Dean's POV
What is wrong with me? Why do I always have to ruin everything? I look sadly across the room at my friend but he looks away, his face etched with fear. "Castiel?" I ask quietly, my voice shaking. No answer. "Please, Castiel. I'm sorry for what I said..." Finally, he looks round. Sees the tears that roll down my cheeks. The expression on his face instantly changes from fear to regret, and he walks over. "Dean... What am I meant to do? Everyone knows. They've been calling me names. Calling us names. I'm sick of it." I nod, still crying. Castiel is still watching me, with regret and worry showing in his eyes- his deep, sky (or is it ocean? Maybe a bit of both) blue eyes that you could fall into and keep on falling. He smiles a little, his eyes filling with tears. The tears scared me, and I didn't know what to do. It really hurt to see my friend upset like this, crying because of me. "Castiel, I did not tell anyone, I promise! I just need an answer. I need to know if you feel the same or not..." Castiel shakes his head. I thought he meant no, which caused the tears to fall even faster down my face. I don't deserve this. I can't bear to see my best friend heartbroken. Not only was he heartbroken, but it was all my fault! "I... I don't know, Dean. Well, yes I do, but I don't want to hurt you!"
"What do you mean?" I whisper. "You're not going to hurt me. I love you."
"Yes, and I love you too, but imagine what people would say if they found out!"
My heart begins to pound, and I have to struggle to get my breath back. "You... love me?" I say quietly.
"Yeah." Castiel replies. "I'm sorry for what I've put you through. Can you forgive me?"
"I guess." I say jokingly, pulling Castiel into a hug. "My angel." I whisper.
"My hunter." He replies, kissing me softly.
