(A ficlet inspired my trip to Seattle to meet furysbadeye.)
Dean had never been to Seattle. To be honest, he’d never been one for flying, and since Kansas was a pretty damn good distance from Seattle, he just never made it up there. But his best friend wanted to go and Dean would be damned if he could say no to Cas, because try as he might to fight it, he had recently come to the conclusion that he was head over heels in love with him.
The two had been best friends since elementary school, and Dean wasn’t sure if it had morphed into love over time, or if he had loved Castiel from the moment he offered him a cookie in the third grade. All he knew was that when Cas was around, life was good, and he wasn’t going to mess that up by telling him anything dangerous. Especially a word like love, which floated off his tongue with ease when he talked about food or movies, but remained rooted firmly when he wanted to talk to Cas.
And there had been plenty of chances to confess. Sometimes he caught Cas watching him at just the right time, when the light was perfect or the air felt charged. Then he’d feel it bubble up to the tip of his tongue, desperate to tell him, and he’s swallow it down. Because as bad as it felt to love Cas unbeknownst to him, Dean didn’t think he could stand it to love him openly and be rejected.