One Shots

"i'm worried about you"

No prompt for this one, I just thought it up.
This is a Destiel fanfic, enjoy.

Dean had been worried sick about Cas lately, positive that there was something wrong. But no matter how hard he insisted, Castiel wouldn't budge and tell him what was bothering him. Whenever Dean would inquire as to what was effecting him, he would reply with something like,
"I can assure you that there is nothing wrong, Dean. There is no need to worry about me.", But Dean was worried and anything but convinced.
He noticed things that nobody else did...And he may have spied on Cas just a little. He couldn't help it, he was concerned. After all, Cas was his best friend. Practically his brother.
He noticed him breathing heavily after only talking to Dean. He saw that he rarely left him and Sam alone, and when he did it was only for short periods of time. His legs wobbled when they walked around together, and his hands were shaky. And once when Cas thought he was alone, Dean saw him sort of break down.
He was crying and talking to God, asking for guidance. Guidance for what, Dean isn't sure, but he has to find out. Dean has never seen the other man so vulnerable before, and he feels bad that he saw him like that without him knowing.
He witnessed that yesterday, and now it was just him and Cas in the house. He feels that now is the best possible time to get some real answers, with Sam out for a beer run and the place to themselves.
The angel is sitting at the table in the main part of the bunker, fiddling with a piece of paper that had a lot of writing on it. Cas was deep in thought and didn't notice Dean sit down until he reached across the table and put his hand on Cas'. Concern was evident on both of the men's faces, but for different reasons.
"So,"
Dean begins, pulling his hand away, always feeling awkward in these types of situations.
"Yes Dean?"
He replies, the look on Dean's face worrying Cas further.
"I, um... I wanted to make sure you're okay. You. Well, you've been acting different lately. Like there's something wrong. And I know I've asked you about this before and you told me not to worry, but I just can't help it, man. I'm worried about you, goddamnit. You gotta tell me what's goin on in that head of yours."
Cas sighs as Dean waits for a response.
"C'mon man. Please"
He continues, not giving up so easily this time.
"Dean, I-"
He pauses, gauging the situation. Should he tell Dean? Would it ruin their friendship? If Dean was disappointed or disgusted, how long would it take him to get over it, if he ever did?
Questions raced through Cas' mind, holding him back from telling Dean the truth.
"It's nothing"
He replies, keeping his answer short. He leans back and starts to get up from where he's sitting, but Dean reaches across the table and pulls him back down by his arm.
"No way man. You're not getting off that easy. Tell me. Now"
Cas sighs again, feeling more anxious and worried than he ever has before.
He pushes the negative thoughts to the back of his mind and figures that he may as well let the man know what's been gnawing at his mind.
"Okay, Dean. Well. I... I um. I think that I may have, um... developed.. feelings for you."
Cas retracts back into the seat, almost literally shrinking into the chair in which he's seated. The fear of Dean's wrath is overwhelming.
"Oh."
Is all Dean says, surprising both the angel and himself.
"I didn't tell you because I didn't want it to negatively impact our friendship, Dean. I enjoy spending time with you and I think you like spending time with me too, and I would like to continue to do so if that's ok with you."
"Of course I'm ok with that. You're my best friend, Cas. I don't know where I would be without you. But, um. It is kinda weird."
Cas visibly sags from Dean's reaction.
"I knew you were gonna say that"
Cas is slightly more relaxed now, but still disappointed by the younger's reaction. He knows that it was a long shot, but he still hoped that Dean would also have feelings for him. He feels ashamed of himself, and he can feel his face go hot, something mostly foreign to him.
"You didn't let me finish"
Dean says, causing Castiel to straighten up from the slouched position he was just in, hopeful.
"It is kinda weird, but humans and angels have probably dated before, right?"
Castiel is beside himself with pure happiness. Dean was weirded out by the idea of dating an angel, which was understandable, but not by the idea of dating Cas himself.
"Yes they have, though the children of the two are considered disgusting and are casted out of our society."
Dean chuckles and says with a smile,
"Yeah, well I don't think we're gonna have any kids"
"So... are we?"
"Are we what, Cas?"
Dean says, teasing the boy. He does not catch on as he says,
"You know, are we dating?"
The innocence of the angel is one of the reasons why he adores him so much.
"Would you like to be?"
Dean says, making his way over to the angel and pressing his hands on his chest. Cas' breath hitches and his cheeks burn an even deeper shade of red as Dean moves even closer to him, their lips only inches apart.
"I would very much like to, yes."
Dean laughs to himself when he notices how desperate the angel really is and how much he wants him.
"Well then, I guess it's decided. We're boyfriends."
Cas can hardly breathe from the excitement. Not only is he now dating Dean, but the boy is very close to him in a way that is making him think of things he knows shouldn't be.
Dean locks eyes with Cas for a moment, and then his gaze drifts around the man's body, finally landing on his lips.
"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me, or are you going to kiss me?"
Cas inquires, longing desperately for Dean's touch.
"You don't have to tell me twice, Dean says, as he leans in.
Cas smiles into the kiss as Dean grabs him by the collar of his white button-down. Dean's hot breath seeps out of his mouth as he sustains the kiss. Dean pulls back first, anxious but excited to see Cas' reaction.
Cas smiles, his lips extra red from the interaction.
"We should do that more often"

A/N:
I really fucking hate how I write. I just think it's gross, I don't know.