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[he-flies-me-to-the-moon-and-back]

I love you, Dean

“D’ya LIKE Cas, Dean?”

Dean’s face changes rapidly. He scrunches up his whole face at this sudden accusation. “What? Whaddya mean by that? Of course I like him. He’s ma buddy.”

“I mean do you like like Cas? More than just yer buddy?”

𝙷𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙼𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟺

Dean couldn’t keep his promise with Leona, and Leona is far from happy with that turnout. Despite his promise, Dean still always checks the time on his watch and his phone while they are spending time together at her place. To make things worse, Dean doesn’t seem to be paying much attention to Leona after he spent an hour with her. He always appears to be all fidgety and nervous most of the time he is with her. Leona senses something fishy going on with her man.

“DEAN! Are ya even listenin’ to me right now?” says Leona loudly, causing a few heads in the restaurant to turn and gawk at them both.

Dean blurrily looks up from his phone to meet eyes with Leona - and that’s the last straw. Leona had it this time.

“If you’re too BUSY with your BUDDY -” she air-quotes the word “buddy” with an overflowing attitude, “- to pay attention to me, then I just wanna go home now.” She throws the napkin into her plate of untouched food and quickly walks off from their table, leaving Dean confused momentarily before he slowly begins to understand the whole situation.

He smiles sheepishly at the guests at the neighboring tables as he gets up from his seat. “Enjoy ya dinner, folks,” says Dean embarrassingly. He hurries to the cashier to pay up for their meals and walks out of the restaurant, trying to look for Leona. His eyes immediately spot Leona walking aggressively not too far from where he stands now.

“Dammit. Leona! Babe! Hold on!” he cries after her. Dean starts running towards her until he finally catches up with her. He grabs her by her arm and turns her around to face him. “Babe. Hold on a sec here. What’s the rush?”

Leona refuses to be obedient to Dean’s words this time around - she tries to get away from Dean as much as possible, yet his grip on her arm is secured enough to make her immobile right in front of him. Leona can’t find another way out of this but to face Dean properly.

“Let me go, Dean!”

She glares sharply at Dean, and Dean understands the hostility that is coming from her. He holds both her arms in his hands gently yet securely before he sighs deeply. “I’m sorry, babe. I’m really sorry for ma behavior tonight. I shouldn’t be playin’ with ma phone while we’re havin’ dinner together. Ma bad, and I admit it,” Dean apologizes earnestly to her.

Leona doesn’t buy that whole-heartedly. She starts to fish the answer she wants to hear out of Dean’s mouth. “Do ya LIKE Cas, Dean?”

Dean’s face changes rapidly. He scrunches up his whole face at this sudden accusation. “What? Whaddya mean by that? Of course I like him. He’s ma buddy.”

“I mean do you like like Cas? More than just yer buddy?”

Dean remains silent while his face continues to frown deeply as he stares at Leona straight in the eye. He feels attacked.

“Dean …” Her voice becomes gentler as she holds Dean’s hands firmly in hers. Her gaze has also become tamer than previously. “I’ve seen you, babe. I’ve seen ya ‘round him, and trust me when I say this… You glow whenever he’s ‘round.”

Dean’s lips quiver as he’s trying to say something, yet somehow it becomes inaudible due to his anxiety.

“You smile a lot. You laugh a lot. You seem very much happier with him than when you’re with me - and I don’t hate you for that. I only need to know now if you love him more than you love me. ‘Cause I don’t wanna be stuck in the middle of your confused feelings for him.”

Dean is rendered speechless as he tries to wrap his head around this new found discovery made by the woman he loves, and he doesn’t believe that Leona would lie to him when it comes to serious stuff like this.

Dean is puzzled. He feels a light dizziness in his head while his heart is pumping fast like a bullet train. Leona notices his body language. She kindly rubs Dean’s arm up and down to calm him down.

“Babe? Baby? I think you’re in love with Castiel. I know it can be confusing since ya ain’t gay, but… we can’t control our feelings when it comes to love,” she says.

She flashes a warm smile at him. “And love knows no boundaries, and it certainly doesn’t know gender, religion, et cetera.”

She squeezes Dean’s hands in hers tightly. “I think you need to acknowledge these feelings ya have for him before it’s too late.” She leans forward and tips her feet to allow her to plant a soft kiss on Dean’s cheek. Then, she smiles warmly.

“I love you, Dean Winchester. Goodbye,” Leona bids him one last time before she turns around and walks away.

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Dean walks across the corridor towards his apartment with heavy foot. His brain is still wrecking over those words Leona has said to him about him and Castiel. He doesn’t know how to react to this. This is too much for him to handle in a night. This is too much for him to handle, period.

Dean slowly tries to unlock the door lock. His hand keeps on slipping from getting the key into the keyhole properly, causing a scratching noise to resonate throughout the empty corridor. Dean doesn’t realize that. He is completely blank in his head.

Then, the door makes a noise from the other side, and there he stands once the door is opened. “Dean?” he asks Dean worryingly. “You okay?”

Dean couldn’t respond anything but to keep on staring at Castiel. He scrutinizingly watches every feature on Castiel’s face to see if he can find the answer he’s been looking for for the past hour. He tries to put the puzzle pieces together while looking at Castiel, in hope that he can actually find closure to his heartache and headache right now.

“Dean …?” Dean snaps back to reality instantly, and finds himself and Castiel still standing at the door. He then slowly begins walking into the apartment and leaves Castiel to close the door behind them instead. Castiel slowly follows him from behind.

“You okay, Dean? You don’t look okay right now,” he comments.

Dean flops his whole body onto the leather couch. He sighs loudly with his eyes closed after he rested his head on the backrest. He’s feeling sluggish tonight for unknown reason.

Castiel worriedly sits next to Dean. He’s speechless on what to say to Dean that would be appropriate to Dean’s current condition. He can only silently gazes at Dean while his heart is troubled greatly.

Dean’s eyes flutter open and he blankly looks at the white ceiling of their apartment. He stays quiet for quite some time.

“Did ya ever loved a man, Cas?”

Castiel’s eyes shoot wide open. “Love a man? What do you mean?”

“I mean actually lovin’ a man - romantically.”

Castiel ponders for a second. “I don’t think I ever have. Why?”

Dean quiets down. His eyes are still locked onto the ceiling. “D’ya think ya can ever love a man, Cas?”

Castiel stares at Dean confusedly. “Do… I have to love a man right now?”

Dean glances over at Castiel. He quietly gazes at his angel buddy. “D’ya think ya can?”

Castiel’s head tilts slightly after hearing Dean’s sincere question. Naturally he puts his hand over Dean’s shoulders, scooting himself closer to Dean while their eyes are still locked in a soft gaze. Castiel smiles.

“I am still in love with one right now, if you ask me,” Castiel confesses.

Dean’s eyebrows furrow at Castiel’s words. “Ya what now?”

“I’ve always loved you, Dean. I’ve told you, right? Before The Empty sucked me in?”

Dean is silent. Only his eyes are asking a million questions at Castiel at the same time.

Castiel proceeds to explain, “My love for you is not like those humanly love and affection, Dean - you must’ve known that by now. I’ve saved you from Perdition, and we have been thru a lot together, and I do care for you tremendously. My love for you is the only reason why I still thrive to win in this lifetime of mine. I love you, and so I need to win for you.”

Dean listens carefully while his mind tries to learn every word that is spoken by Castiel. The room goes quiet again.

Castiel continues, “It is as simple and complicated as that. There’s no other way I can explain why I love you. I guess that’s why we share a more profound bond together.”

Dean slowly pulls himself forward in his seat, with his back hunched slightly next to Castiel. He brings his hand to Castiel’s back and pats that large back lightly. “Thanks, Cas. I appreciate that.”

Castiel nods and smiles warmly.