For @k6034. Thank you so much!
Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when they go to the bar that night. He just drags his friend along with him when he goes out for the night, ready to shoot some pool and drink some beer.
Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when they laugh together at the bar, Dean telling Cas funny stories from his childhood. He just wants to relax, and it’s nice to remember the good times. It’s even better to see Cas smile like that. Like maybe he’s relaxed too.
Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when they move to the pool table. He just likes how strong Cas looks with his coat billowing behind him and that serious expression on his face. It’s just nice to have someone like that on his side. Someone he can trust.
Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas when Cas pouts at missing shot after shot. “I understand the physics of this,” Cas tells him, “but I can’t seem to line the shot up correctly to achieve it.” Dean slides in behind him without thinking, because Dean’s a pro and knows he can show his friend the proper way to shoot.
Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas as they bend over the table together, Cas’ solid body beneath Dean’s, their hands touching. But he does know that this feels different, that Cas’ face isn’t normally this close, that his own heart doesn’t usually pound this way.
Dean doesn’t know he’s in love with Cas as he keeps correcting Cas’ shot, curling closer and closer, forgetting that he’s supposed to keep space between them, that he shouldn’t hold his hand over Cas’ that long afterward.
But Dean knows he’s in love with Cas when Cas leans in and kisses him, soft and slow, lips curling up in a smile over Dean’s mouth, silently saying it’s about time, I’ve been waiting.
And from the look on Cas’ face when he pulls away, Cas knows Dean’s in love, too.