the impala sputtered up in front of the warehouse covered in mud and streaks of black mist. dean winchester exited the drivers side, shaking dashboard glass and dirt from his hair. he began to walk towards the graffiti covered building in front of him, confident sam would follow behind.
the second dean walked through the door something felt wrong and he hurried down the stairs to the main room. a pair of shackles lay broken on the floor amid scattered pages of printed code. charlie’s he realized. he gulped down a sob and turned to scan the room, his eyes falling on crowley who lay in a puddle of blood on the floor. next to him, curled up in a ball, was castiel; clutching a bloody angel blade.
“cas?” dean approached the angel warily. he knelt in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
cas’ eyes snapped open, rimmed in blood and he sent dean flying across the room.
dean sat up and spit blood onto the cold floor, “cas…fight it.”
cas was in front of dean in a second, punching him several times, “why should i? to save your life? that’s all i’ve ever tried to do, but when it’s me kneeling on that floor, covered in blood you spilled, you didn’t fight it, dean. you barely let me live.”
“dammit, cas! don’t you think i was trying? i wanted to kill you back at the bunker. do you know how much strength it took to make sure that blade didn’t go into your head? and if you’re talking about the crypt, hell, you barely let me walk away either.”
cas laughed, low and maniacal, “the trouble, dean, is that in the crypt you tried to ward me off, but all i did in the bunker was beg for my life. you’re a coward, dean winchester. you can’t even say the words you mean, you pretend you’re too selfless to say them, pretend we all need each other, pretend we all feel the same way about eachother. well,” castiel lifted the angel blade, “i think i care much more about you than you do about me.”
with that, cas swung the blade at dean, who barely managed to snag the angel’s arm before the blade would have swept across his face.
“you think i’m a coward, cas? you think i was being selfless? well the truth is, i was terrified, terrified of dying, terrified of leaving sammy, and terrified of losing you. so yeah, i couldn’t get these words out then, but i’m saying them now.” dean twisted the angel’s arm, causing him to drop the blade, and lunged forward, pinning cas to the ground.
“we’re family, cas. but i don’t think of you as a brother,” cas’ eyes surged red and he struggled against dean, who was holding him with strength that should have been coming from the mark, but was resonating from dean himself.
“i’m in love with you.”
cas stopped moving and stared at dean as the red melted from his eyes and blue orbs found green ones.
dean sat up, moving away from the angel, “you heard me.”
“i did,” cas admitted, “but i feel it would be beneficial for you to repeat yourself.”
dean spun around and punched cas in the face, “i get it, okay? i understand it’s a sin or whatever, but you don’t need to be such a dick about it!”
“dean,” cas whispered, standing on shaky legs, “i rebelled against heaven a long time ago.”
their lips met in a chaste, sweet embrace, both of their eyes wide open. and from the corner, leaning against the wall, a smiling sam winchester coughed out, “finally.”