Canon

Say something

'There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you.'

'You're being very dramatic, Castiel. That's not necessary,' Dean deflected. It wasn't so much that it came out of the blue. It was more of a wrong time, wrong place situation. Sam was sitting right there.

'You're intentionally misunderstanding me, Dean. That's really annoying. You mean more to me than anyone or anything.'

'Yeah, alright, ha ha, let's not…' Dean responded, attempting to laugh it off. How long could he keep that up? Castiel dismissed his objection with an angry wave of his hand.

'No, let's. And stop your flailing. I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. Our thing tires me.'

Dean glanced at Sam. Sam looked back, amused. Dean clenched his jaw.

'I hurt you and you hurt me,' Castiel continued. 'Our relationship is destructive. We are like Heathcliff and Catherine.'

Dean took exception to that.

'Hey, we are not like them. They are douche nozzles. We aren't. Mostly. What, Sam? I caught one of those movies, miniseries, whatever on Netflix. There was nothing else on.'

'That's not how Netflix works,' Sam pointed out. Dean scowled and ignored him, focusing on Castiel instead.

'So you're sick of our thing. What do we do now?' Dean asked.

'Say it,' Castiel replied.

'Why do I have to be the one to say it?' Dean protested.

'Because I just said it!'

'Oh, please. You mean so much to me, blah blah. Like I haven't said similar shit.'

'Everyone knows how I feel about you,' Castiel smugly countered.

'That's true,' Sam interjected.

'That's because Cas is always eye fucking me, which doesn't count,' Dean snapped.

'Fine. Those stupid winks you give me don't count either.'

'Yeah? You know what also doesn't count? Your bumbling 'I don't understand personal space' act around me. It's fake as shit and no one buys it.'

They glared at each other.

'It appears we are at an impasse,' Castiel stated.

'It would appear so,' Dean mimicked, mocking his prissy tone.

'Rock, paper, scissors?' Sam suggested. Three seconds later, Dean was offering up a lacklustre 'I love you' to Castiel.

'Come on, Dean, at least say it like you mean it,' Sam urged, noticing the effect Dean's insincerity had on Castiel. The angel actually seemed to grow smaller.

'I mean it.'

'Then it shouldn't be hard to say it that way,' Sam insisted.

'Well, it is. It's hard to say, okay? I love you, Castiel. I've loved you since the first time we met, though it took me a while to catch up,' Dean practically shouted. Castiel rolled his eyes.

'But you suck at love, right? You would just fuck it up,' he supplied.

'Yes!' Dean agreed, relieved that Castiel understood. 'So, I can't help feeling that we should go on pretending that there's nothing between us, because it's gotta be better that way. Like you said, you hurt me and I hurt you, but it's not that bad, really.'

Castiel sighed and added a con of his own to the list.

'Let's take into account that I don't know what I'm doing. Let's definitely not forget that. Dean, I really don't care about any of that. In case I up and die on you tomorrow I want you to know that if the Lord asks me what I did with my life I want to say that I spent it with you.'

This time Dean winced.

'Whitney Houston?' he incredulously whispered. 'Cas, no. You know who likes Whitney Houston? Patrick Bateman.'

'I'm not familiar with...'

'He's a serial killer! Serial killers like Whitney Houston. Look, don't act like this is just me spouting defeatist bullshit. Obviously, the two of us being together is like the worst idea ever. Deep inside you must know that.'

Castiel smiled and nodded.

'I do. I also know that we're going to do it anyway. Because I don't think that you can fuck this up. Because I love you.'

The end.

Author's note: Castiel quotes 'My love is your love' by Whitney Houston.