The Best Of Me

Chapter- 9

*Present*

Cas laid awake in his old bedroom at his mothers house, unable to stop himself from thinking about the kiss he shared with Dean only a few hours earlier.

He kissed the man.

He straight up kissed him and then ran off like a child, what kind of man did that make him?

Castiel didn't even want to think about how Dean must be feeling right now. He was probably confused and rightfully so, but Cas hoped he didn't hate him for it.

It's been over 20 years and he knew Dean didn't have partner, but what if Dean didn't have those same feelings for him anymore?

Hell, Cas was married with a kid and he still hadn't gotten over his feelings for the other man, so maybe Dean still did too...

Actually now that he thought about it, Dean had started to kiss him back.

Dean Winchester had kissed him back, did that mean he still had feelings for him? Or did he just image that whole thing and was being stupid? The latter was a high possibly.

He was too old for this shit. He was a grown man, he shouldn't be staying up late thinking about this sort of thing.

The amount of late nights he spent lying on this exact bed thinking about the same man... guess somethings never change. Although, a lot has changed. He was married, he couldn't be kissing other people, especially Dean.

Oh God, how was he meant to sit in a car with Dean all the way to Bobby's cabin, it was over an hour drive... Why'd he have to kiss him and make things awkward?

Covering his face with a pillow, Cas let out a frustrated groan, stuck between dreading seeing Dean tomorrow and being eager to see him.

How was he meant to survive a whole day with him when he ended up kissing him after a few hours?

Castiel was so screwed.

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Dean stayed up late that night working on Garths Mustang.

He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss he shared with Cas, although he was still struggling to believe that it had actually happened.

Sure, he'd dreamt about kissing Cas many times over the past 20 years, but he knew it would never happen. He honestly thought he'd never see Castiel again, but he's glad he was wrong.

He forgot how happy Castiel made him feel. Even though the two of them weren't together anymore and the man was married, he still never failed to bring a smile to Dean's face.

He couldn't even remember the last time he genuinely smiled or laughed until Cas showed up.

He knew nothing more could ever happen between them, the kiss was a once off thing.

Cas had a life.

He had the whole white picket fence life with a wife and daughter. Cas made something of himself and Dean wasn't going to get in the way of that.

After finishing his work on the Mustang, Dean had eventually gone to sleep on the old foldout couch in the garage and awoke early the following morning, forgetting how noisy the neighbours rooster was.

How was the damn animal still alive, anyway?

The amount of times Dean had wanted to jump the fence with his rifle when he was a teenager and do the whole street a favour by silencing the animal.

Cas had called his bluff all those years ago, saying that Dean could never kill someone's pet and he hated that Cas was right, Cas was always right.