Supernatural One-Shots!

One Step Closer (DeanxCas)

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Unedited, you have been warned.

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"Damit Cas!" Dean yells as soon as they step foot in the bunker.

"It would have worked if you had listened to me, Dean," Castiel responds already tired of the conversation that was just beginning.

Dean had not acknowledged him the entire ride back and he was very tempted to just fly back to the bunker and leave Dean. It was a four-hour ride of tense silence and side glares.

"No Cas it wouldn't have you know why? Because it was a stupid idea. It was half cooked at best." Dean snaps practically those their bags onto Sam.

"Did everything go okay?" He asked knowing the answer is no. It wasn't unusual for Dean and Cas to fight like an old married couple.

"Why don't you ask your brother. I'm sure he will tell you all about how much of a fool I was," Cas says before he walks off towards his room, leaving his bag behind.

"Do I even want to know what this lover's quarrel is about?" Sam asks his brother, making sure the angel was out of ear range.

"He wanted to go in and just kill the nest alone. Claimed he was bored of sitting in the car and he could get it done much faster than I could. I told him he was being stupid, it was the middle of the night and half the nest was out feeding. I guess I dozed off or something because when I woke up that son of a bitch was gone and vamps were all racing to get out. I had to dip bullets in dead man's blood and shoot them from where I was standing beside the car. We don't know how many got away because we never did a proper headcount before he barged in."

Dean huffs and leaves, returning with two beers.

"Have you ever considered that maybe Cas is tired of you treating him like he fragile and needs to be protected? He is an angel after all." Sam chimes in after a few swigs of their drinks have been taken.

"No, see if he didn't do things like that I wouldn't have to follow him around and make sure he did things right." Dean counters but Sam knows the real reason why his brother is so protective of their friend.

"He can take care of himself, Dean. I know you care about him but you have to give him some more breathing room. I know if you were constantly trying to keep me away from the action I would lose my mind too. Especially if I know I can take on whatever it is you are shielding me from."

Dean says nothing but takes another drink. He considers denying he cared for Castiel but he knew that would be a lie. A lie his brother had seen through from the very beginning.

"I shield you from things too you know." That is what Dean finally settled on.

"Yes, and you do it because you love me. The same way you do it because you love him."

Dean had never used the word love when referring to how he felt towards the angel. At least not in the romantic context.

"I'm turning in for the night Sammy," Dean grabs the bags that were sitting on the table and heads over to his room. He desperately needed a shower but his only clean towel was packed away in his bag.

Could a shower wait until morning?

With a quick whiff of his underarm Dean concluded that the shower was needed immediately. Besides he could practically feel the dead man's blood still on his fingers.

Once in the shower, he began to think about what Sam had said. The same way you do it because you love him.

Did he love the angel? Sure they had been through a lot of things together and he would go to hell and back (again) for him but does that equal love? He knew the answer, deep down he knew the truth but he wasn't ready to admit it.