It was that moment, that very single moment, Dean decided to say what he had been thinking for weeks. "Cas, my angel. I love you."
"You barely know me," Castiel whispered breathlessly. He loved feeling the heat of Dean's body against him; in fact, craved it.
"I want to know you. I want to know everything about you," Dean ran his hands along Cas' hips, "every part of that crazy head of yours," and his hands met the button of his pants, "and every, single, inch of your skin."
Cas tingled all over, aroused. "Dean..."
"You don't have to say it back. You don't have to say anything. Just tonight," Dean pleaded, ran his tongue over Castiel's teeth, "I want us. Ever since that day I first saw you in the bar, I wanted you. That sex hair you have," Dean growled, "those blue eyes you have. I knew."
Cas couldn't breathe. "I love you too," he kissed back, "I--"
Dean closed his eyes, turned away and started to cough violently. But before he let Cas say anything he closed his mouth on his.
Soon it was just them. Just them, only them in the world. Cas was in love.
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mr. perfect
FanfictionAfter Castiel's stupid blind date, he talks to the bartender Dean, and his life his changed. Castiel Novak has no friends, and his love life is practically nonexistent. And Dean Winchester hides a secret deeper than his bisexual interests, enough t...
