Castiel fell for good, Dean was more than willing to help his best friend learn
to live without his grace. Secretly, he even enjoyed teaching Cas all of the mundane human stuff, showing the
fallen angel how to adjust to his newfound humanity.
know how to dress myself in a way that humans deem acceptable, Dean… I never
had to before.” Castiel admitted the first time Dean took him shopping because Cas
was going to need a wardrobe of his own from now on.
barely contain his excitement when instead of having to let Cas shop on his
own, he was allowed to help pick out the clothes that he liked on the former
angel. Needless to say, if he only picked the shirts that perfectly brought out
Cas’ eyes, it was a total coincidence.
know how to prepare human food, Dean… I never had to before.” Castiel said one
night when he shuffled into the bunker’s kitchen while Dean was making burgers
for the three of them.
invited Cas to help him finish the burgers, and the day after that, he taught Cas
how to make breakfast. From there on, Dean taught him something new to cook
almost every other day. If Dean kept Cas close to him while doing so, putting a
hand on Cas’ hips to guide him, or gently taking Castiel’s wrist to explain to
him how something was done, it was a total coincidence.
know how to fold laundry, Dean… I never had to before.” Castiel grumbled when
Dean walked in on him wrestling with a shirt in the laundry room.
no way Dean could hold back his laughter as he saw the flustered look of
concentration on Cas’ face, and the adorable way in which Cas wrinkled his
nose. If Dean’s brain referred to Cas as ‘adorable’ at least three more times
while Dean showed him how to properly
fold the laundry, it was a total coincidence.
It was a
Saturday night, around midnight, when Dean found Castiel in the library. The fallen
angel was curled up in one of the comfortable armchairs, engrossed in a big,
dusty book. As Dean watched him and felt the butterflies explode in his stomach,
Dean knew that this time, he was the
one who needed help. Blue eyes darted up at Dean when he closed the door behind
him, and Dean smiled weakly.
everything alright, Dean?” Cas questioned, considerate as always.
as he crossed the distance, tentatively sitting down on one of the arms of the
huge leather chair. “Yeah, I’m good… I just need your help with something.”
anything.” Cas replied without hesitation,
putting down his book. “Just tell me what you need.”
Dean took a
deep breath, taking Cas’ hand in a sudden act of bravery, intertwining their
fingers and never breaking eye contact.
know how to handle falling in love with my best friend, Cas…” Dean whispered,
his thumb absently caressing Cas’ knuckles as he quietly confessed his feelings.
“I never had to before.”
nothing at first. Instead, he tugged at Dean’s hand to pull him into his lap, then
took Dean’s face in both his hands, making Dean’s heart flail.
worry, Dean…” He murmured as he softly, experimentally, kissed the very corner of
Dean’s mouth. “I’ll teach you.”