If it actually started raining men I think I’d just start crying and be really terrified and not leave my house and just curl up…
He knows - but don’t tell him.Dean’s staring.
He’s doing that odd thing where he pauses, where he slides his eyes back and forth like he’s missed something, before finally turning his head with the tiniest of smirks. On any normal occasion, Castiel would return the smile - would grin widely, all teeth and blushes, before continuing on with their case. There is, however, something entirely different about Dean’s smile on this day - it is not amused, not teasing, not even simply happy; no, the angel realizes, this smirk that Dean is wearing is completely new, foreign to his vast knowledge of the hunter, almost looks confrontational - understanding, even.
And that in and of itself is enough to knock Castiel virtually breathless, even when a celestial being such as himself requires no air.
Dean can’t know - can’t possibly realize what Castiel has said, the angel having had too much alcohol in his system as he’d drunk dialed the younger Winchester, with plans to discuss how to approach the far-too-human situation with Dean.
Sam had helped of course - had given him advice that would bring Castiel one step closer in terms of being able to admit, to Dean himself, what the angel might be feeling for him. He was not, however, some young boy with a tiny, high school crush - no, he was an Angel of the Lord, a poor example of one surely, but an angel no less. And angels, as he’d heard Dean once say, always screwed things up when they tried to care.
Truthfully, Dean was right.
Looking at that smirk now though, as it faded into something more serious, Castiel swallowed. So maybe Dean overheard the phone call to Sam; the phone call Castiel was still not ready to acknowledge out loud, still not ready to confront the subject with the subject itself.
He knows, Castiel sucks in a breath as the thought flickers through his mind, heart beating inside his vessel with increased speed as he takes in the emotion dancing behind Dean Winchester’s eyes.
Angels, Castiel knows, have only made Dean’s life a living hell. And, for as long as Castiel still has his own free will, he will never willingly throw Dean back into the fire he’d once pulled the man out of.
But don’t tell him.
The flutter of wings and the disappearance of Cas wipes the smile clean from Dean’s fast-crumpling face.
“Dammit Cas…you dumb son of a bitch.”
So if Sam was the one who turned Crowley human, and the first one around when Crowley started feeling feelings and stuff, does that mean that Crowley’s now imprinted on Sam like a baby duck?
no. baby moose
quick someone draw crowley as a bby moose
HERE YOU GO!
Goddamn, the hiatus is getting to me. @_@
THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING TO COME OUT OF ANY HIATUS
