Cas totally picked up on some longing coming from that confessional. Just. Hold me.
Oh shit. I’ve gotta put down the bisexual pride flag and brush the confetti out of my hair and this is your fault.
I’ve been so busy having a bi!Dean parade that I barely went Destiel with this new development at all. I’ve always said that if I had to choose between “Destiel, but Dean’s straight with an exception” and “Dean is canonically, textually, from his own damn mouth an admitted bisexual, but no Destiel” I’d choose the latter in a heartbeat.
And now I’m right back in Destiel headspace because you know Cas could sense that longing. You know that he was just going about his day when he was overwhelmed with that particular flavor of longing associated with Dean. When he heard a little snatch of conversation in his mind, “Things, people, that I’d like to experience differently, or maybe for the first time ever…” and the wave of longing got so intense that he had to sit down.
When the feeling faded, he got up, set his jaw, and vowed to himself that Dean would get to experience all the things he wanted if it was the last thing Castiel did.
If only they could rest. If only they could stop. If only they had ten minutes to rest, shoulders bumping together on the bed as they watched junk TV. If only they had the lives that allowed those small quiet spaces of companionship, they might fill up those spaces with something different. For the first time.
Cas is well aware that’s not how their lives work. But he set off to continue fighting for the opportunity to maybe, one day, sit quietly conversing and when his knee brushes against Dean’s, to not pull away.