Dean entered the library in the MOL bunker. Cas was sitting in one of the chair, he looked like he was deep in his thoughts. When he noticed Dean, he jumped from his chair.
“Hello, Dean.” Cas was acting strange, but Dean decided to shrug it off.
“Good that you’re here. I was digging around in the storage rooms and found a bunch of awesome stuff. Come on, you gotta take a look.” Dean started to go out of the room, but when he looked behind him, he saw that Cas wasn’t following him. He stopped and frowned. “Cas?”
“You can't say that to me. I'm blind.” It was Cas’ answer.
“What?” Dean was left dumbfounded, staring at Cas while waiting for an explanation. “What hell are you talking about, Cas?”
“You heard me, Dean. This is a serious matter.” Cas gave him a sharp glare, and let a sigh of anger. “I’m blind.”
Dean scrutinized Cas carefully, taking in his appearance. The button-up shirt he was wearing was crumpled and few of the buttons were undone. He seemed impatient, his hands twitching and foot of the right leg bouncing. His expression appeared neutral, but Dean knew better. Cas was nervous, if not scared. Dean’s chest squeezed tightly in a worry for his, now human, friend.
“Dude, are you okay?” Dean slowly approached Cas, and put a strong hand on his shoulder. Cas jerked his shoulder faintly, however didn’t make any move to pull away from the touch. “Are you drunk?” Dean felt anger rising in him at the thought of Cas drinking himself to death, knowing that Cas is much better than that. Considering his own drinking habits, he decided not to lecture, but he believed and hoped that Cas wouldn’t follow his steps.
“I’m not drunk. I was ‘surfing’ the web,” Dean heard the quotes in Cas’ voice, and smiled at his use of regular speech, “and I read that love makes people blind, which means that I, since I’m in love, am also blind.” Cas stopped talking, took a deep breath and looked at Dean, his eyes wide and wild.
“What are you saying, Cas? That is just an expression, it doesn’t mean anything.” Dean’s heart started pounding faster, and he could feel his palms sweating. “And, what do you mean in love. Like, w-who could you possibly be in love with?”
Cas raised an eyebrow expecting Dean to come up with the answer himself but when Dean only stared at him in con fusion he sighed in a disappointment. “Dean, it’s time for me to confess.” He took a deep breath, looked at Dean straight in the eyes and said, “I’m in love with Sam.”
Silence stretched over them while they both stared at each other, Dean with his mouth open in surprise, Cas with satisfied look in his eyes and a small rise of his lips. Dean couldn’t believe what was happening, after all, it was just a few months ago that he admitted to himself that the warmth which consumed him in Cas’ presence wasn’t related to Cas’ angelic nature,...