Coda to 12x23 based on this scene.Â
The door opens with a creak, drawing Castielâs attention from his hands. They have been mindlessly picking at a loose thread on his trench for however long heâs been sitting here. Dean enters, that same distracted, tired look on his face thatâs present much too often nowadays. It takes a moment for Dean to realize heâs not alone in his room - that Castiel is sitting on the edge of his bed.
Dean sighs, a quiet thing that makes his shoulders slouch as if the weight of the world was set upon them.
âYouâre avoiding me.â Itâs blunt, Castiel realizes. Itâs the end of a long day, another hunt come and gone, and he knows Deanâs tired. But heâs come to his end with trying to get Dean to talk to him or even look at him. Something has been wrong ever since he came back. Sam seems perfectly fine; welcoming Castiel back with friendly smiles and conversation outside of working a case. Deanâs another story, though. Whenever Castiel walks into a room, Dean leaves. When they brush past each other in the kitchen, Dean flinches as if burned. Thereâs hardly any talking. Next to no eye contact. The times Castiel tries too hard to pull more than a few words out of Dean, it only results in a snippy remark. But Castiel canât stand this wall thatâs been built between them any longer.
When Dean doesnât say anything, Castiel gets to his feet and approaches him.
âYou and Sam are all I have. Thereâs no one else. So the way youâve been brushing me off, snapping at me, just ââ Castiel huffs a breath, feeling himself getting worked up. âLook, I donât know what youâre so angry at or scared of and I canât, for the life of me, figure it out because youâre avoiding me. But Iâm scared too, Dean. I canât deal with what happened alone and â and if youâre â if you wonât ââ Castiel cuts himself off, words failing him inelegantly. âPlease, Dean, I needâŚâ
Castiel begins to reach out to put his hand on Deanâs shoulder just to be able to ground himself, but Deanâs hand flashes up to stop him from going any farther. Castiel glances at their contact, the grip on his wrist a little too tight, before he looks back into Deanâs troubled eyes.
âYou died.â The words are soft. Then, as if saying them triggered something, anger builds within Deanâs expression, his voice becoming louder. âYou died. You fucking died and I then I had to see you with your wings burned into the damn ground.â
Castielâs rendered speechless, unable to do anything but stare into those heated green eyes.
âYou wanna know what Iâm scared of? Iâm scared of everything, Cas! Iâm scared to move, Iâm scared to â to breathe. Iâm scared to touch you,â Dean yells, a pain resonating underneath the anger. Emotion is making it hard for Castiel to take even the smallest of breaths. Then, in a gentler voice, Dean continues.
âI canât lose you, do you understand that? Iâve already seen you â Iâve seen you die too many times, and itâs getting harder and harder to survive after that.â Dean drops Castielâs wrist to point accusingly at him, the intensity returning to his eyes. Their faces are too close now, but Castiel doesnât dare back away. âAnd thatâs your fault, Castiel. You â you made me love you, you made me let you in. And then you fucking died in front of me!â
Castiel swallows thickly. Dean loves him.
He waits for Dean to continue, but it seems all the words have been drained out of him. Castiel takes a small step forward, setting his hand on the side of Deanâs face, a pang of â of something hurting him when Dean leans into the touch and closes his eyes. Castiel closes the space between them to press a soft kiss to Deanâs lips. Itâs a second later that he realizes what heâs doing, and heâs about to pull back and apologize when Dean presses back, returning the kiss. Castiel feels wetness collide along the hand on Deanâs cheek. Despite Deanâs anger, the kiss is gentle and tender with only a hint of desperation taking form in the way his hands fist themselves into Castielâs trench to pull him closer. In all the times Castielâs imagined kissing Dean would be like, this was never one of them.
Castiel breaks the kiss after a moment, entirely overwhelmed by the past sixty seconds, but he doesnât pull away. Instead, he leans his forehead against Deanâs as they breathe together, Deanâs a little heavier as more tears slip down his cheeks.
âIâm sorry,â Castiel whispers.
Dean breathes out a shaky breath. âI know.â
This time itâs Dean who connects their lips together in another kiss, one that tastes of tears and longing, before heâs wrapping Castiel into a tight embrace and his breath tickles the side of his neck. Castiel brings his arms to wrap around Deanâs neck, clutching tight to his shoulders. Heâs not sure heâll ever be ready to let go, but for now, this is the extent of Castielâs world. No words need to be said anymore. This is all that matters.