The thing I find most beautiful about Dean and Cas, is that every day they were together- they just CARED. In the way they both could.
A broken human and a rebellious angel.
No stealth kisses behind closed doors, no waking up in the same bed...
We KNEW Dean was prone to sleep with whomever.
But this-
Dean and Castiel. This was true love. This was devotion, this was forgiveness.
This was what Dean had never experienced with anyone else. The desire to sacrifice oneself for the other. The desire to hold the other close.
Dean wasn’t good with words, ever. He feared opening his heart because even SAM, his little brother, sometimes turned against him.
Castiel, even when he and Dean disagreed, came when he called. Helped him, healed him.
The physical wasn’t NECESSARY to show that they were in love with each other. Yes, we’d all love to SEE it, but Castiel and Dean Winchester were in love.
They ARE in love.
So screw the homophobic viewers. Screw anyone who says they weren’t in love.
Obviously they don’t know what love is.
