Take Me Back To When I First Fell In Love With You

Castiel loves Dean. It's much more than just a profound bond. One day a very much human Castiel decides to accompany Charlie, Dean and Sam on a much needed night out, in the process getting drunk.

Through the power of liquid confidence, Castiel confesses his love for Dean in front of the group. He is too drunk to notice Dean fix him a confused and disturbed look.

The next morning, Castiel wakes up with a nasty hangover. Then as if his mind was trying to torture him, flashbacks of their night at the bar came back to haunt him. His confession to the righteous man and closest friend was running on replay. Suddenly he felt terrified. Will Dean remember? How will Dean react?

Castiel finds out his answer when the hunter starts to avoid eye contact with him. When the hunter maintains a distance from him. When the hunter tells him off after he confronts him. He feels all is lost and all is broken. Is everything as it seems?

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