This was all Sam’s fault. Ever since the stupid Supernatural Musical, Dean’s curiosity of ‘fanfiction’ and ‘subtext’ has gotten the better of him. It started out with a few fics in a week. Spread out loosely between hunts. When he searched what ‘tags’ were, he sought out to find only fluff and refused to look at smut.
The stories were wellwritten, they were strung together with uncanny likeliness to the the real people. He bypassed the ones that shown John in a bad light, he read all that he could find where Mary was alive and Sam and Jess were happy. In some of them, he found peace. To read and hear his mother’s word in his head brought a smile to his face. If only he could thank the writers and send them a message, but he would just look like a LARPing weirdo. Instead he bookmarked the good ones and kept reading.
What got him the most was how happy he and Cas were in these stories. It was unreal to read of Cas smiling so much, of fictional Dean being a hero in the eyes of someone who took the effort to write it out. With ever fanfiction he read, he reflected on the events that the two had overcome together. Piece by piece, he fell in love with the idea of loving Castiel. By the end of the month, he was hopelessly in love.
They were seated at the bunker table when Cas had stopped by and was talking aimlessly to Sam about something or other. Dean had his nose pressed against his laptop screen (he got his own when he didn’t want Sam to see his bookmarked fanfiction) and barely paid any mind to them. It was getting harder to act normal around Cas, but the angel didn’t seem to mind Dean being awkward and fidgety around him.
“For fuck’s sake!” Dean screamed and slammed the laptop screen shut.
“What?!” Sam startled and stared at his brother with pure concern.
“It’s Cas. Like with one ‘s’. Where in the world did the other ‘s’ come from? Out of his ass? It’s Castiel, not Casssssstiel.” Dean shook his head and sulked before he realized that he had said that out loud.
“What?” Cas tilted his head and squinted.
Sam tried to contain a laugh in the back of his throat but it burst when he screamed, “DESTIEL!”