"..never experienced a fear like this.."

Chapter 3

After their previous encounter Dean knew that any future conversation with Sam couldn't match up to the awkwardness of the 'conversation' they just had.

For a few seconds after Sam left, Dean stood there, hand firmly on the back of his neck out of anguish, before he started nervously pacing around his room, disguising it for Cas to make it look like he was searching for something.

With nothing left to comprehend he threw his blood-stained shirt to the coffee stained carpet in distress and used his feet to mop it up.

He didn't know what to say to Sammy. Am I gay? He thought before scoffing as if the idea was completely absurd.

Castiel let out a laugh. He could read Dean like book and the idea of Dean having such a though after what happened just moments ago was humorous to him.

"It's okay, Dean. Sam won't love you any less."

Again, Dean scoffed in an unconvincing manner; he wasn't as good an actor as he thought. Cas approached Dean and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Looking slightly up at him he said, "go talk to Sam." And vanished before Dean's eyes.

Dean was used to Cas' abrupt exits but something about this time made Dean's eyes glossy with moisture. In the corner of Dean's mind he felt like Cas should have stayed. Stayed there for him in his time of mental crisis. Of course Cas never would have figured that out. He was clearly developing human traits but this is a flaw most humans suffer with so to expect intuition from Cas was unfair.

At Dean's lowest, when he finally found the courage to confront Sam about the night's earlier events he heard the flutter. His flutter. Cas had returned.

Before he had even found the time to turn and face him, his confident angel had grappled his arm and pulled him towards him. "I'm sorry, Dean. I shouldn't've left you like tha-"

Dean shut him up with his tongue, the passionate force of a pressure wash, and pushed him onto his bed.

Quickly *bolting his door this time* - he could talk to Sam another day, - he pushed Cas onto his bed with force, homoerotic subtext finally catching up with him.

Cas showed some concern for Dean and morally had to ask, "are you sure?" To which Dean replied, "try me, Angel." Resulting in Dean pouncing on top of an already immobilised Cas and resuming their ridiculously hungry kiss.