Chapter 2

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"That's easy to say when all of your faces are gorgeous." Dean muttered quietly.

I sighed and pulled Dean closer to me. I desperately wanted to find a way for Dean to see the beauty in himself that I've always seen.

Dean's cries were replaced with tired breaths yet he still hung on to me as if he were a scared child.

Dean then let go of me and I watched him as he walked to the other side of the room where a small dusty mirror hung. The longer he stared at his reflection the more his body started to sink with sadness and I had the overwhelming urge to pull him away from the mirror and throw the cursed thing on to the hard cold ground.

"This changes everything." He softly said.

"What do you mean Dean?" I asked in confusion.

"Angels aren't even suppose to be with humans," Dean said turning to face me. "So an angel could never be with a demon."

"Dean, no." I breathed.

"It's too dangerous Cas, the other angels.." Dean started.

"The other angels don't matter Dean!" I shouted. "You're what matters to me."

"Cas I don't like this either! But it's the truth, you could be fucking killed because of me!" Dean yelled back.

"And I'll fight to be with you even on my last dying breath Dean, there's nothing in Heaven or Hell that could stop me from loving you." I said as my heart pounded.

"But Cas.." Dean painfully sighed.

"If I die I want to die loving you Dean." I said tenderly.

Dean grabbed me by the front of my trench coat and pulled me in to a hard passionate embrace, while our lips were pressed together I placed my head on the back of Deans head pulling him in closer.

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