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The Path We Choose- 15/?
Title: The Path We Choose
Author: Tenoko1
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Takes place after Season five with references through Season seven
Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Sarah
Disclaimer: Do not own
Summary: Unabashed Season Six fix. I regret nothing. Several months after Sam jumps into the pit, taking Michael with him, Dean is trying to move on with his life, happenstance causing him to stumble over the newly released Supernatural novels which foretell what has not happened yet. Trying to avert the war in Heaven and everything in his life falling apart again, Dean sets out to change destiny, determined that they’ll make the future of their choosing. He should know things are never that simple.
Notes: Comments are much love.
One l Two l Three l Four l Five l Six l Seven l Eight l Nine l Ten
Eleven l Twelve l Thirteen l Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
As if completely forgetting the girl at the door, Gabriel shoved his way into the apartment. His face was completely ecstatic.
“It really is you,” he exclaimed. He reached Sam first, grabbing the Winchester’s upper arms as if to prove his existence. His gaze flicked back and forth between the hunter and his angelic brethren.
Sam and Cas were just as flabbergasted. “Oh my God, Gabriel,” stated Sam, shocked. “You really are alive!”
The archangel was shaking his head, laughing half in relief. “You chuckleheads have no idea how good it is to see you! And you’re you! Not actors!” His face morphed into confusion, looking at his brother. “Not that I’m not glad, but why are you here? How?”
“How us? How you!” demanded Sam. “How did you find us? Is this where God sent you after your battle with Lucifer?”
“I heard an angel singing,” explained Gabriel. “I had gone on a pilgrimage trying to get Dad to talk to me, I asked him for a sign, and then I heard-“ His gaze left Sam’s to seek out Cas’. “It must have been you I heard. I followed your trail here.”
Dean arched a brow, still in his spot on the couch. His gaze flicked to his best friend, curious and incredulous. “Cas, dude. You sing?” He scoffed. “That I would pay money to be witness to.”
Gabriel blinked in surprise, not having even noticed Dean yet, he leaned to peer around Sam at the hunter who threw up a hand in greeting. The Trickster’s expression faltered, the excitement shifting to surprise and confusion. Gabriel started with surprise, looking at his brother and then back at Dean, his mouth opening to speak.
“That’s, uh, new.” He looked at Cas, his hands up. “Message received loud and clear, though. I gotta say-“
Cas surged forward, grabbing Gabriel by the elbow with a serious expression that immediately caused the higher-ranking angel to clamp his mouth shut. “I would speak with you, brother,” ordered Cas, both of them vanishing in a flurry of wings.
The three humans all looked at each other in confusion, Sam making a questioning gesture to Dean, to which the elder sibling shrugged. He’d long since stopped trying to make sense of half the things angels did.
Savvy had moved out on to the front porch and was standing with her arms folded, regarding something down the street.
“They’re down there,” she said.
Sam and Dean got up to see was she was talking about. Sure enough, Cas and Gabriel were in the parking lot just up the street, squaring off. Cas was seriously pointing at Gabriel, jabbing his finger at the angel while his other arm pointed back in the direction of the apartment. The elder angel was clearly on the defensive- which was weird. Gabriel was a series of exaggerated gestures and arm flails, occasionally a placating show of raised hands before the aggression melted out of Cas’ stance and he seemed to relax.
Dean frowned, not liking whatever was going on, even more so that he couldn’t hear a word of it.
“What was he talking about, Dean?” questioned Sam, offering his brother a sidelong glance. The shorter male shook his head. He had some idea, the only thing he could think of, but that was between him and Cas. Looked like they’d be the next ones having a discussion.
He felt better when Gabriel and Cas actually embraced, Gabriel clearly laughing and clapping Cas on the back.
Then they were suddenly in the middle of the living room again, and the three onlookers returned inside.
Gabriel was laughing and scratching the back of his head. “Oh I gotta tell you, today has been crazy. I’d really begun to think Dad had abandoned me here. Who’da thought I’d run into you three, of all people, while on this side.” He eyed the Winchesters. “So who did you piss off and why did you drag my brother into it?”
“God ordered us sent here while he springs Michael and Lucifer from the cage,” stated Dean flatly, flicking his gaze to Cas who was pointedly not looking at him. “Balthazar sent us.”
The archangel’s eyebrows shot up. “Dad revived him?”
Yes, because clearly that was the important part of what they'd just told him. No, no, don't be worried about Public Enemy Number One and his arch enemy being sprung from their cage. Yeah, don't even worry about that at all. It's not like it's important or anything. Everything's fine. Besides, Balthazar's arrogant ass being alive, that is what's really important.
“He never died. Faked his death, went into hiding.” Green eyes settled on the blond man. “Your family seems to do that a lot.”
“What are you doing here, Gabriel?” questioned Savvy, tilting her head as she regarded the angel in her living room. He seemed to notice her for the first time and gave her a curious look. She stuck out a hand. “Savvy. Ordained banner and sword taker-upper and apparent safe house. God sent the boys to me when he sent them here. I’ve been keeping them out of trouble.”
Gabriel took her hand, grasping it as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously, not exactly shaking her hand yet. “Of the three, who is your favorite?”
“Cas,” she answered immediately, causing his face to light up.
He laughed and shook her hand then, nodding in approval. He grinned at his brother. “I like her.”
The three other men scoffed and rolled their eyes, before Dean ventured, “What was the deal when you saw me earlier, Gabriel?”
The archangel swept a brow upwards. Dean noted out of the corner of his eye the way Cas was pointedly glaring at Gabriel, letting the hunter know whatever he was about to be told was probably a complete line of BS. Which meant Cas was lying to him.
“Um, my brother marked you as his parabatai?” stated Gabriel impatiently like he were having to point out the obvious color of the sky. Dean kept his face carefully expressionless and made sure his feelings were all locked tightly away. “Not exactly something we do with humans-“ He shot his brother a disapproving look, which Cas met with an unrepentant glare. “But I suppose it’s good the two of you have gotten him out of his shell and willing to do his own thing regardless if he bucks tradition and pisses some people off.” He winked at Sam. “I’m really rather impressed how much he’s grown. Seems like only yesterday I was taking him out on his first test flight.”
Cas huffed and rolled his eyes. “That’s misinformative. You did not teach me to fly, Gabriel. You oversaw our training in offensive and defensive maneuvers. Strategic flight patterns for in air combat. Anael and Balthazar actually taught me.”
Gabriel waved him off, snapping his fingers and an open bag of peanut M&M’s appeared in his hands, he offered them to the people nearby, each taking some. “I’m here because you geniuses are my best bet at getting back home. I didn’t ask to get sent here, don’t know why I did. I wanna go home, so I’m sticking to you three like glue till then.”
“Chuck’s notes say God sent you here for safekeeping until you were needed,” Sam told the archangel. He shrugged. “Maybe that’s why you were able to find us. We are your ticket home.”
Dean scooted over a little bit as Cas came to sit on the couch, but the hunter’s arm was stretched across the back of the couch enough so Dean wondered if it didn’t make it look like something it wasn’t.
Gabriel regarded them a moment, his face oddly expressionless before his gaze flicked to Savvy. “You don’t mind an extra house guest, do you?”
She shook her head, making a gesture with her hand. “Not at all, though I have no idea where we’ll put you.”
Dean grinned. “There’s still an open spot available on the floor I’m sure he’ll be quite comfy on.”
The archangel just frowned in confusion, and Sam clarified, pointing to the floorboards beneath his feet. “We sleep in here. I have the couch, Dean and Cas are on the air mattress.”
“Is that right,” drawled the angel, face still carefully expressionless. His gaze flicked to each of the faces in the room, raising one hand with fingers poised to snap. “I can remedy that, if you want. Triple this place in size on the inside, individual beds, individual rooms if you want…”
“It’s fine the way it is,” the three other men stated in unison. They each glanced at each other in surprise, a somewhat awkward chuckle escaping each of them. it was funny none of them wanted their current situation changed.
Shrugging, Gabriel lowered his hand, suddenly grinning again, his eyes locking with Cas’ for a moment. Dean was pretty sure there was a lot of angel telepathy going on. Gabriel was being too blasé.
They all ended up sitting around the living room as Gabriel regaled them on his adventures in the parallel universe, even his outright attack on the gates of Heaven just to get someone to come out and talk to him. No one did.
While he talked, Sam and Savvy actually laughing at half of what all he was saying, Dean concentrated on the man beside him, willing the angel to sense him, to hear him.
‘Everything okay?’ he asked internally. Cas stiffened beside him, head snapping to the side to lock gazes with Dean. The hunter gave him a shadow of a smile, angling his head.
‘You initiated contact,’ Cas’ voice in his head stated in awe.
Dean snorted and looked away, pretending to still be engaged by the archangel’s story. ‘It isn’t easy. I’m having to concentrate.’ He paused. ‘I didn’t know if I could. Figured it was at least worth a shot.’
The angel turned back to the other conversation in the room as well. ‘I’m sure it will get easier with use.’
Dean gave him a sidelong look. ‘Is everything okay, though?’
‘Of course.’
‘Then why did you drag your brother off before he could say anything else earlier?’
‘Gabriel has a track record that does him no kindness. I laid down ground rules if he is to be allowed to stay.’
The hunter chuckled. ‘Thought he outranked you.’
‘If I felt my parabatai were at stake, I would be able to go head-to-head with my brother and more than likely win. He will behave himself, so you need not worry about him pulling a trick on you or your brother.’
Silently, Dean turned to look at the angel beside him, letting his eyes play over the angel’s profile until the other man turned his head to regard him curiously. Dean moved his hand to cuff the back of the angel’s neck, before shoving himself to a standing position and heading into the other room.
‘I wish you would tell me the truth, Cas. Don’t start lying to me now, angel.’
Dean felt Cas’ urge to get up and follow after him, an instinct the angel quickly reigned in and tried to control, his emotions going carefully neutral, making Dean angry, even as the other man’s voice softly admitted, ‘It’s not something I can tell you.’
The hunter grit his teeth, straining to hear the man in the other room, his voice a mere whisper across him mind now. Habit, or maybe instinct, wanted him to storm back in the other room and verbally demand answers. Last thing they needed was to add tension to a house full of people, though.
‘Trust me,’ his parabatai asked. Dean felt his pleading, knew the angel felt backed against a wall, that his hands, for whatever reason, were tied.
That was enough to help Dean’s anger dissipate. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge so he wouldn’t come back empty handed after walking out, he returned to take a seat next to his friend who was pointedly not daring to look at him. Probably afraid of the expression that might be on the hunter’s face.
Dean shifted so that his knee bumped Cas’, causing the angel to glance cautiously at him.
‘Always,’ he said.
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From his spot washing dishes in the kitchen, Dean could easily hear the men talking on the back porch. The back door was open, letting in a breeze through the screen door, that caused a nice cross breeze with the open windows. The dark clouds overhead promised rain, as did the drop in temperature and low rumble of thunder in the distance. Savvy was back in her office busy with paperwork, having finally convinced Gabriel not to do any angel mojo renovations on her apartment. She let him poof himself his own air mattress for in the living room, but that was about it.
Dean thought it was pretty funny an archangel was reduced to sleeping on an air mattress, reliant on a stranger to allow him to stay and offer him a chance home.
“I kid you not, little brother,” Gabriel said insistently. “Seriously, when we get back to our world, and hoping we all live through this, you need to come back home with me.”
The hunter’s ears perked up, surprised Gabriel was actually considering returning home after having run away for so long.
“I do not think…”
“Then don’t think,” interrupted Gabe. “Just listen. If we survive saving the world again, you will be the angel who has had a hand in saving our father’s pet project twice. The angel who has stood up to our neurotic family and stood your ground to fight for what you believed was right, even in the face of isolation, the angel who was the best of us.”
Damn straight Cas was the best of them, thought Dean with a snort.
“You’ll get a hero’s welcome, Castiel. Open arms, parades, angels falling all over you,” Dean stiffened, not having thought about that. Hero’s welcome he deserved, yes, any praise he got he totally earned, but… “You’ll probably even get promoted and in charge of even larger garrison, if Dad doesn’t make you a full on Archangel. Things will be like they were before everything went wrong, there will be peace and unity and our family will be fun again! Angels use to have a lot more personality, you know.”
Drying his hands, Dean strained his ears for Cas’ response before moving to hover by the screen door, watching curiously but not making his presence known. If Cas sensed him in the kitchen, he probably didn’t differentiate between the sink and the door. The angels sat on the edge of the porch, and Sam was sitting on the stairs, listening intently to their conversation, all three of them eating lemon ices in the summer heat before the rain would force them inside.
Cas was wearing a thin, soft shirt and jeans, frowning at his frozen treat as he contemplated his brother’s words. Gabriel and Sam both seemed to share a look, the archangel asking, “What do you think, Sam?”
The arch angel pointedly gave Sam a look Dean didn’t quite get, maybe silently saying Sam ought to back him on this. Yeah right. Sam knew Cas was better off on earth with them and away from all dick angels in Heaven. Why did his family deserve him now that they finally saw how great Cas was? Dean knew he was great and wasn’t willing to throw him back in a den of lions like that.
“Yeah, that could be a great idea,” Sam agreed, causing Dean to stiffen, mouth falling open then clamping shut. The angel turned his head to regard the hunter curiously. “I mean, if things with your family are fixed and better, if you would be accepted back without negative repercussions, and if that’s where you want to be, then yeah, that’s great.”
Despite the love he held for this brother, Dean really wanted to hurt him right then.
The elder Winchester stepped out onto the porch. “I don’t see how that’s a good idea.”
The three men all turned to regard him curiously. Gabriel arched a brow. “We’re his family. How could it not be a good idea?”
“Your family cast him out. Your family tortured him for choosing to do what right rather than what he was told. Your family started this whole mess to begin with. Your family has killed him more than once. He’s a part of our family now.” The archangel and hunter glared at each other.
“Things are different now,” argued the blond man, moving so that he now stood on the sidewalk, facing the porch. “Things are better.”
Scoffing, Dean threw up a hand. “How do you know? You’ve been MIA since before we saved the world, so it’s not like you have a first hand account on the activities of Heaven to back up your blind faith. How much better can they be, exactly? Huh? God’s still on his little adventure, in case you forgot. How long before the angels get it in their heads to act out again because Daddy’s not there to keep them in line? You’re gonna drag my boy back into that? You have no assurances things would be better, that they would willingly take him back, that they would treat him like the big damn hero he is, because yeah, he is the best of you.”
Rolling his eyes, Gabriel shifted his weight to his back foot, a cherry sucker appeared in his hand which he quickly popped in his mouth and folded his arms impatiently. “You have a better idea? Some reason you think he should be separated from his family? Something he ought to stay on earth for?”
“I told you,” exclaimed Dean angrily, “we’re his family. He can stay with us!”
“Why?” threw back the higher-ranking angel. “What purpose would it serve? What would he do here?”
Fumbling, Dean snapped his gaze to the blue eyes watching him with a carefully neutral expression. “You can’t really be considering going back, can you? After everything that happened?”
“Gabriel’s points are valid,” he said evenly. “There is much hope that things in Heaven are back the way they should be and that they will continue on that way. Things were already much improved the last time I was there.”
Gabriel snapped his fingers- making both Dean and Sam flinch automatically- to point at his brother. “Exactly my point. If things aren’t exactly perfect yet, with a group of us, we can lay down the law about ‘okay, this is the way things are gonna be’.”
Dean’s glare shifted to Cas even as he pointed back inside the house. “Do I need to make you re-watch season six? Did you miss the part where Gabriel is talking about doing exactly what Raphael did? This time you’ll start the civil war! That’s what you want?”
“I want to be where I am wanted and needed,” Castiel stated, their eyes locking.
Dean opened his mouth to retort and was interrupted by Savvy sticking her head out the door. “Sorry to interrupt,” she interjected. She pointed to both Gabe and Sam. “I need to speak to both of you real quick. Gabriel, I may need your help after all.”
Angry expression shifted immediately to a wide grin, the archangel winking at her. “I knew you’d come crawling back to me, baby.”
Snorting, she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, okay, whatever. It’ll only take a minute.”
Thunder rumbled loudly overhead, making everyone glance up as Sam rose and he and Gabriel moved to go inside. The younger Winchester paused, glancing at his brother. Dean knew without having to hear him say it that Sam was telling him to play nice and not get mad at the angel, reminding him they’d be right back.
Dean didn’t want them to come right back, not if they were going to try and convince Cas that going back to Heaven was the greatest idea of the century. As if he’d read his mind, Gabriel paused at the door and pointed at Cas again.
“I mean it, little brother: think about it.”
A thick knot formed in Dean’s throat when Cas nodded solemnly.
When they were alone, Dean descended the steps to stand in Gabriel’s previous spot, folding his arms and regarding the angel that watched him with guarded curiosity. The cool breeze swept around them, heavily scented with rain. He needed to talk to Cas, but there was no telling how long the other two would be gone. They needed to talk, just the two of them, as parabatai, so Dean could try and find some way to convince the angel that what Gabriel was suggesting was a recipe for disaster, make the angel consider what would happen if things didn’t go well. What then?
And what about Sam and Dean and Bobby? Did they just lose him because he returned to Heaven? How the fuck was that fair? Right? The angels in Heaven didn’t deserve Cas back.
Glare flicking to the door, he shifted his gaze back to the angel, stepping forward to grab the other man by the forearm. “You and I need to talk.” Cas slid off the porch to stand, but didn’t move, glancing furtively over his shoulder at the door. With a growl, Dean grabbed Castiel by the hand and began to drag the angel away before the other two could get back and convince the angel to do something stupid.
Back in the apartment, Sam and Gabriel were standing in front of the window watching the two of them storm off. Both archangel and hunter wore matching grins as they simultaneously high-fived without looking.
The hunter wasn’t really paying attention to where he was going, was just pulling the angel along after him with the sole goals in mind of ‘away’ and ‘privacy’ so he could convince the angel to stay, that his family was a bunch of dicks, that the place Castiel really belonged was with the dysfunctional family of hunters with entirely too much baggage.
Cas didn’t say anything as he allowed Dean to pull him along, just transported them mid-step to a vacant parking lot down the street. With a glance around, Dean realized it wasn’t far from the place Gabriel and Cas had had their argument earlier.
Dean turned to his friend, releasing his hand as they stood regarding each other. Castiel watched him expectantly, face oddly devoid of any real expression, waiting. The hunter opened his mouth to speak, and then faltered, clamping it shut again. The muscles in his jaw twitched, and his throat worked at he tried to figure out what to say exactly, to sort what he wanted to say and what he was willing to.
“I know I don’t have the right to ask this of you, but I’m going to anyway,” he began, letting his eyes play over the other man’s face cautiously. “Don’t go back to Heaven, Cas, please.”
The angel regarded him with a slight tilt of his head. “I’m an angel, Dean. Heaven is where I’m suppose to be. It’s where my siblings are. Where I am needed.”
“You’re needed here, dammit,” exclaimed Dean, jabbing his finger toward the earth beneath their feet. “Your siblings suck it, and didn’t give a second thought about casting you out the moment you stepped out of line. Why would you ever consider going back?”
The angel dropped his gaze. “I suppose… I suppose in some ways, I miss them. Miss feeling like I belonged, like I was where I needed to be, doing something worthwhile. There was a purpose to my existence.” His blue eyes lifted to meet with green. “I didn’t realize how much I missed feeling connected to Heaven as when Savvy took me to church this morning.”
The hunter faltered, struggling with his selfishness when those eyes were looking at him like that. Like the angel were ashamed by this small admission. “Aw, Cas, I get that, man, I do, but…” He shook his head. “Don’t take the past out of context and only remember the good. Remember the bad as well, even if you don’t want to. Remember what they put you through, how they cast you out so easily, the pain they inflicted on you, on us as your friends, how me and Sam were playthings to them, and you were expendable. You shouldn’t be willing to go running back just because they finally see you were right and awesome all this time.”
Cas shook his head. “This isn’t about you or your brother, or even what transpired in the past. The past cannot be changed, but it can be learned from. This is about me being where I am needed-“
“You’re needed here,” barked Dean again. Cas blinked. “Like I keep saying! You. Belong. Here. On earth. With us.” He bit his tongue before he could say ‘with me’, swallowing it back and continuing, “If you need a purpose, you can keep helping us fight the fight and protecting innocent people from monsters. There are plenty of angels in Heaven, why do they have to have you, too?”
A clap of thunder and rain began to fall in sheets, both suddenly shielded by what Dean knew was Cas’ doing. The hunter almost wished the angel would let the rain pour down, it would be easier, perhaps, than looking at the angel head on like this.
“I’m sure I would be able to come back and visit, Dean,” ventured the angel appeasingly. “And you and Sam got along fine long before I showed up.”
“Cas, please, I am begging you not to-“
“My family has learned from their past mistakes.”
“And what if they haven’t? What then?”
The angel lowered his gaze. “There’s not any reason for me to not go, Dean. I know of no reason I ought to stay here when-“
“There is a reason,” snapped Dean, the words out before he could stop them. Cas glanced at him, waiting to hear what the hunter would say. Dean swallowed thickly, heart hammering in his chest at what he was being faced with. “There is a reason,” he repeated softly. His eyes played over the angel’s face, before locking gazes. “Stay for me. Stay with me. …I love you, Cas.” The angel said nothing, and Dean swallowed, plunging ahead. “I know this is way left field for you, probably, but hear me out before you shoot me down. This is completely new for me, but I think if you gave it a shot, we could have something… something great. Something most definitely worth staying for, something worth fighting, or even dying for. And I just-“ He faltered, losing confidence, and shaking his head. “I told you before: I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”
Defeated, he finally dropped his head, casting his gaze off to the side, ashamed of his selfishness and embarrassed by his words, knowing full well the angel was probably going to freak out. Here he’d probably gone and single-handedly ruined their friendship and ensured awkwardness-
“Are you saying you love me as you do Sam?” the angel asked, causing Dean to look up sharply. Surely the angel wasn’t that dense. Steady blue eyes watched him as the rain poured down all around them. “Or that you’re in love with me?” he pressed.
Brows knitting together, Dean gave a slight shake of his head. “You know what I mean.”
“I need to hear it. Specifically.”
Not understanding, the hunter still complied, some small part hoping this still might work in getting the angel to stay if he wasn’t already turning his back on the other man. “I’m in love with you, Cas. I have been for a long time, but was too unwilling to admit it, even to myself. If you leave and go to Heaven… I don’t think I’ll be able to bear it. I’m screwed up, I know. And me and Sam find no shortage of trouble, but… you’re one of my own now. Even if you can’t ever feel the same in return, Cas, which I would totally understand… you would still be mine. You’re my friend. My family. My parabatai. Don’t go back to Heaven where they don’t deserve you.”
For a long moment, the only sound was of rain hitting the pavement. It had slacked off to a light drizzle now, and the air was heavy with the scent of earth and water. He didn’t even mind when the shield around them vanished and the light rain began to fall down on him. It was fitting really. Miserable weather to go with his miserable feelings.
A sound from the other man made him glance up, frowning as Cas appeared to be laughing silently to himself, all the tension from his body almost washing away with the rain and make him seem lighter than ever. Hell, if Dean didn’t know better, he thought there was a… flicker. A shimmer of light that emanated from the angel, just a small burst, and then the angel was crossing the space between them, a peculiar smirk on his lips.
Uncertain, Dean moved to take a step back, not certain if this was about to turn into another knock out drag out with the angel for daring to throw his sacrifices back into his face by begging him not to return to his family, for daring to think Dean Winchester had the right to demand anything of him after everything the angel had given him.
Then one hand came up and Dean stiffened, bracing himself.
But the hand didn’t offer pain, instead it slid up to tenderly cup the side of his neck and jaw as lips pressed to his in a kiss that made his eyes fly open in surprise. Cas’ eyes opened as he pulled back to meet Dean’s gaze for only a second before their mouths met again, a tentative and uncertain kiss that seared all the way through Dean, one hand resting on the angel’s hip, the other coming up to cup his jaw.
When Cas withdrew, Dean just stared at him at a loss, while that secretive smile played across the angel’s face, the shorter man offered self-conscious glances at the hunter.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that,” he admitted. He gave a shy smile. “And you had to be the one to say it first. I’ve just been waiting.” Dean shook his head, not understanding. “I told you once before: the person with the least power has all the power in the relationship. I couldn’t tell you I loved you unless you said it first. I couldn’t show you the way I felt unless you made it clear it was okay. Everything depended on you being receptive to it and reciprocating what I’ve felt for a very long time.” An amused look crossed his face. “Though admittedly, for a while, I didn’t know what I was feeling was called either. It was most baffling at first.”
“You love me,” Dean said flatly, unbelieving, not even brave enough to hope that was he was hearing was the truth.
“Most arduously,” the angel said with a serious nod.
Smirking, the hunter shook his head. “High school dropout, man. Simplify it up for me. I need to hear plain English.”
The angel tilted his head to the side the way Dean adored so much, those blue eyes playing over the hunter’s face.
He smiled. “Yes. I love you.”
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Great chapter. I was crying through the confession. Maddie
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More story to come, more to come.
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♥Robyn
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And the confession... *sigh* so perfect! Dean stumbling over his words like this... His expecting to be hit by Cas after the big three words... And the kiss! <3<3<3
Hehe, now Dean has a reason to request a master bedroom from Gabe? But I figure Dean wouldn't ask for it, but I'm sure Gabe gets the idea to give them an alone place anyway ;D XD
I love this story so much.... Also the podfic version!
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Glad you like the podfic version. I went to upload new chapters and realized I cut out a sentence and need to rerecord it and fix it. Been sick, so it's just kicking my butt right now.
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Can't wait for the next chapter!
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