The familiar rumble of the '67 Impala soothed the hunter as he drove, Led Zeppelin blasting through the speakers. The last hunt was hard. Not just on him, but on Sam as well. It been a near death experience, but then again, when wasn't it like that? No, the thing that was wearing on him, chewing at his heart was the distance between himself and Castiel. Even worse, he had no idea where the angel was.
After dropping Sammy at the motel to rest, Dean drove. He had no destination in mind, he just needed to drive. To vent. Something to take his mind off the angel. All his prayers, he felt, fell on deaf ears, given he was still lonely and torn, though he would never admit it.
Finally, he found a quiet, peaceful spot near a lake and parked. Shutting off the music and letting the engine come to a steady halt, the oldest Winchester sat back and ran his hands over his face in frustration, forcing himself to try and call to Cas one last time.
"Cas, dude. I have no clue where you are. I... well... I miss you, man. And... and was just wondering if you could come down. You've been gone a while," the hunter said with a sigh as he waited, holding his breath.
Nothing.
Choking back a knot in his stomach, Dean reached for the keys. He was yurning for the angel. To see his bright eyes and messy hair, to hear his rough voice and to laugh at his friend when he was confused. Well, maybe friend wasn't the right word for the feelings Dean kept inside himself.
It was a suprise to the short haired man when he first realized how he felt. Never once did he think he would ever have feelings for a guy, much less a celestiel being. None the less, he just wanted to see Cas one more time. To confess and tell him what was on his mind.
Just as he was starting up the engine, he heard the soft flutter of wings and felt a presence behind him.
"Hello, Dean," came a gruff, monotonous voice from the backseat.
Whipping his head around, wide eyed, the Winchester's mouth was open in shock at the site before him. There was Cas, wearing his normal white button up, blue tie, trench coat, and slacks. It was almost too good to be true, yet the shock slowly reverted to anger.
"You... my God, you came... and... where the hell have you been?!" Dean cried, glaring at the bright blue eyes that simply stared at him.
Cas flinched at Dean's tone as his eyes flickered gently at the demand, dropping away from the other's intense gaze. He now found the floor board to be quite interesting. "I... I needed to leave to... figure something out." he stated, shifting uncomfortably at the moment, not expanding on the answer.
It wasn't like the angel could easily say what was on his mind. It was Dean's fault. At least, that's what he continued to tell himself. The way his presence made Castiel's heart race. Made his stomach twist and his face turn red. He had no clue why he was reacting the way he was. The hunter was his friend, but he had been nursing these feelings for awhile, and Cas thought he was sick. To his dismay, the aching and want grew stronger, and it confused and frustrated the smaller male.
"Figure something out? For what, two weeks?! What the hell takes that damn long to figure out?" Dean demanded, unhappy with the angel's lack of explanation.
Chewing his bottom lip nervously, Castiel glanced up then back down, unsure of how he should continue. "I sought out Gabriel for help," the angel began quietly, letting out a long breath before continuing, "It's... I... I have these... feelings. They confuse me, and they only... only come around when I'm near you. I thought something was... wrong, so I left, and that just made me hurt, and... and..." looking up like a lost little puppy, Cas' blue eyes met emerald ones as his cheeks turned pink, "Dean, I don't know why I feel all tingly inside."
Nearly gaping at the explanation, the hunter was shocked. Castiel, an Angel of the Lord, liked Dean Winchester. The very thought made the Winchester laugh. He laughed at the idea the angel felt that way, he laughed at how awkward Cas was about it, and laughed for the fact he himself, Mr. 'I don't do love' Winchester, returned such feelings.
Tilting his head to the side in confusion in that cute, puppy-ish way that made the Winchester's heart flutter, Cas watched Dean laugh as more blood rushed to his cheeks. "Dean? I don't understand. How is this fu-" eyes wide, the winged man was cut short as the hunter grabbed his tie and pulled him forward, pressing his lips gently to the other's.
Butterflies exploded inside them both at the small action, tension and questions and anger all collapsed with that simple move. It felt good and right. Like that was the piece to the puzzle that had been missing, driving both hunter and angel alike crazy. Parting just after Cas figured out what was going on and pressed back, Dean chuckled once more.
"You are so awkward."
Nodding, the angel suddenly appeared in the front seat next to Dean, not afraid to sit next to him anymore. "But I'm still confused. What is this feeling?"
"Love. Cas, you're feeling love," the hunter explained, rolling his eyes at the other's adorable obliviousness.
Processing the information, the angel finally smiled and nodded. "Then.. I love you, Dean."
Nodding, Dean returned the smile. "I love you too, Castiel."
