"With a pretty face like that, it's no wonder she had the hots for you."
The meat suit in front of Dean flashed it's hollow black eyes threateningly, continuing to circle around him and twirl a jagged knife. "It's so funny up in here, you know?" she said, tapping the knife to the side of her head. "She's crying, sobbing like a heartbroken little girl who just saw her crush walk away with the captain of the cheerleading team." She cackled. "It's so sad. She's actually trying to bargain for your life."
"I said shut up, you black eyed bitch!" Dean tugged against the thick ropes relentlessly, though he knew it was no use. Sam was somewhere in Maine tracking a vamps' nest, the demon had taken every one of his knives, and damn. This one knew how to tie a knot. It seemed hopeless, for the first time in a while.
"Did you even know her name?"
"I'm going to kill you. I hope you know that."
She laughed, unimpressed. "I'm sure."
"I'll send you straight back-"
"I know all about your little one night stand, Winchester." she teased, cutting him off. "It's the only thing swimming around in her little brain. A single, romantic night with Dean Winchester, and her life was changed! This quiet, shy little bag of flesh actually got some attention!" her voice dropped to a hush as she draped herself around his neck, inching the jagged knife across his jawline. "You're her hero."
Dean could barely move under her grasp, but attempted to shake her off anyways. "This is a little low, even for a thug like you, isn't it?" He prompted, unable to do anything put provoke her. "Taunting a guy about his love life? Sounds a little obsessive, if you ask me."
"Ha!" she laughed, shooting up and swerving herself around. The deep pits of her eyes probed into Dean's emerald one's, and her lipstick-smeared lips were just barely brushing against his.
"She actually thinks you two were made for each other," the demon continued, ignoring his accusation. "But really? You two are the same. Do you ever get sick of it?" she asked, cocking her head to the side, digging the knife into his cheek. "The one night stands? Cassie, Anna, Lisa, the whole liking?" she scoffed, unimpressed, disgusted.
"If only there was someone who truly loved you, Dean."
Before Dean could even process the words, a great white light shone in the room. It was immediate, almost as if the words themselves had triggered it. He shut his eyes, but could do nothing to protect his ears from the screams of the demon. His heart raced and his head throbbed as the piercing scream continued, until the light finally dimmed down.
"What the hell?" Dean questioned frantically, blinking and trying to make out a figure in the sudden dark. Though everything else was blurry, he could clearly make out the soft tan color of a certain trench coat.
Perfect timing.
"Cas, thank God," Dean sighed, eyes adjusting to the sight of the angel. The demon had crumpled to the floor, motionless. "Took you long enough."
Castiel said nothing, letting his eyes linger on the demon for a moment. He seemed angry, resentful. Dean couldn't help but notice the intense fury in his sapphire eyes. "Uh, Cas?" Dean questioned, fixated on his face. "A little help here?" He struggled against the ropes, embarrassment flushing across his face. Normally he didn't mind asking Cas for help, but to be found in such a pathetic situation? It was a single demon, for crying out loud. Why couldn't he have just handled it on his own?
After a last anguishing look at the body, Cas finally turned to Dean. He said nothing, and didn't even glance up at the hunter, only walked over and loosened his restraints. His silence was beginning to concern Dean.
"Uh, Cas?" Dean prodded, slipping out of the ropes. "Helloo? Anyone there?"
Again, Cas showed no sign of response, not even a sarcastic glare or remark. He still stood in front of Dean, and if he didn't know Cas well enough, his demeanor might have been menacing.
After what seemed like an eternity, Cas finally offered an empty chuckle. "Why do you still try to hide it, Dean?" He asked, finally turning to the hunter, still sitting in the chair. "How can you bear it?"
Why was Cas being so cryptic, so weird? "What the hell are you talking about, Cas?" He asked, glancing down at the motionless body. "The demon's dead, you can go back to whatever work you have upstairs." he chucked. "I mean, thanks for saving my ass and all, if that's what you're waiting for." Dean stood up, face inches from Cas' stone one.
They'd been here before, too many times to count. Cas would show up out of the blue, appearing right by Dean's side, fluttering right behind him. At any other time, Dean would have reminded Cas about personal space, but he stopped himself as he looked into his cerulean eyes.
"What? What is it?" Dean asked, concerned. He kept his footing, for once not shying away from the closeness.
Cas' eyes never once left Dean's. "I do." He said, face full of determination and honesty. "I promise, Dean, I do."
"Cas..." Dean questioned again, hesitant at another odd remark. "What are you talking-"
But he couldn't finish. He was cut off from the aching, desperate lips of the angel, crashing into his with a more fiery need than he'd ever felt before. He was shocked; blood rushed to his face and his heart thundered in his chest. But he had no time to be shocked, or appalled. This new feeling was nothing like he'd ever felt before. Without a second thought, Dean brought his hands around Cas' neck, pulling him closer and leaning into the curve of his strong chest.
"Mmm," Dean helplessly moaned into Cas, and it all melted away. Cassie, Anna, Lisa, the possessed girl, Grace. Nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to the way Cas kissed him, the way he ran his fingers through Dean's hair, the way he mumbled a few Enochian sounding words in-between. It seemed to last an eternity, neither one wanting to pull away from the other and shatter the moment.
Cas broke the kiss first, leaving Dean floating in a dumbfounded euphoria. Cupping Dean's cheek, the angel gently brushed his thumb along the softness that was his lips. Dean opened his eyes to find Cas staring at him, eyes tracing the lines of his face as if it were a map of the sky, lost among the constellations.
"That demon was lying, Dean," Cas murmured, pulling Dean closer. "She was only trying to hurt you."
"Yeah?" Dean carelessly questioned, focused only on Cas' lips.
"You don't have to worry, because I...I love you, Dean."
Dean was too lightheaded from the kiss to form words, so he did the only thing he could think to do. Tugging on his black tie, Dean pulled his angel into the most honest kiss he'd given in a long time.
