❝Cas, I’ve always—❞ it’s a joke. it has to be a joke. Castiel is trying to be funny and it isn’t working in his favor. he must have watched a movie or something — Gabriel could have talked him into it. because those words should never fall from the angel’s lips. the tinge the air between them like poison, and Dean can’t even seek comfort in his mind. the angel can hear him no matter what silence he tries to cling to. only Jesus Christ has come close to ever feeling the overwhelming emotion that Dean feels. only Jesus Christ has claim to dare say the words that he loved him more. there was no one on the Celestial Plane that could ever love Castiel as much as Dean Winchester did. the God falters. is this what shock feels like? there is something numbing in his veins. Dean expects this sort of thing from an ex-girlfriend or a wannabe lover, but not from — Ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ＇ｔ ｇｅｔ ａｎｙ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｍｏｖｉｅ ｒｅｆｅｒｅｎｃｅｓ． Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｆｕｃｋｉｎｇ ｃｒｅｅｐｙ ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ｓｔａｒｅ． Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ｕｓ ａｒｒｅｓｔｅｄ ｉｎ Ｈａｗａｉｉ ｏｖｅｒ ｈｅｒｍｉｔ ｃｒａｂｓ． Ｙｏｕ ｓａｗ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｗｏｒｔｈ ｓａｖｉｎｇ． Ｙｏｕ ｇｒｉｐｐｅｄ ｍｅ ｔｉｇｈｔ． 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. the words have never been meant truer to anyone. the first time since Dean has opened up to anyone with that intent since Hell, and he wasn’t to be believed? he has never loved anyone more, with muffled whispers of ’ little angel ’ and delicate touches to a curved spine beneath the moonlight. they have been together for forty one years, locked in a sort of comradeship everyone around them understood without question. Cas has loved him from the beginning, and Dean might have avoided his feelings as well, but he’s never not meant them. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴩʟᴀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɢᴏᴅ raises darkened viridian hues from the ground to meet the fierce blue of the angel he’s fallen so desperately in love with and steels himself. he doesn’t think it’s worth explaining anything over, and if he’s going to be treated like he doesn’t have a heart, he might as well pretend that all those nights — Ｈｅ ｐｕｌｌｓ ｈｉｍｓｅｌｆ ｕｐ ｔｏ ｓｉｔ, ｗｈｉｃｈ ｂｒｉｎｇｓ ｈｉｍ ｃｌｏｓｅ ｔｏ Ｃａｓｔｉｅｌ ａｇａｉｎ， ｈｉｓ ｎｏｓｅ ｂｒｕｓｈｉｎｇ ａｇａｉｎｓｔ Ｃａｓｔｉｅｌ’ｓ ｃｈｅｅｋ ｗｈｅｎ ｈｅ ｔｕｒｎｓ ｈｉｓ ｈｅａｄ. Ｃａｓｔｉｅｌ ｓａｙｓ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ， ａｎｄ Ｄｅａｎ’ｓ ｎｏｔ ｓｕｒｅ ｉｆ ｉｔ＇ｓ ｍｕｓｃｌｅ ｍｅｍｏｒｙ ｏｒ ｃｏｎｓｃｉｏｕｓｌｙ ｄｏｎｅ， ｂｕｔ Ｃａｓｔｉｅｌ ｔｉｌｔｓ ｈｉｓ ｈｅａｄ ｊｕｓｔ ｓｏ， ｓｌｉｇｈｔｌｙ ｅｎｏｕｇｈ ｔｏ ｎｏｔ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｂｅ ｎｏｔｉｃｅａｂｌｅ． Ｔｈｅ ｖｅｒｙ ｔｏｐ ｏｆ ｈｉｓ ｕｐｐｅｒ ｌｉｐ ｃｏｌｌｉｄｅｓ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｒｎｅｒ ｏｆ Ｃａｓｔｉｅｌ＇ｓ ｍｏｕｔｈ ∂єαη ωιη¢нєѕтєя doesn’t know how to respond, so he tucks his arms across his torso and turns away from his angel. it would be for the best, he decides, if he ignores this conversation like a child.
