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ok, so this scene if taken from Season 5, episode 3, "Free to Be You and Me."

I just changed it up a bit!

"Actions Speak Louder Then Words"

Dean was standing in a dingy grey room, waiting for Castiel. He paced back and forth, anxiously waiting. Since Sam left, eager to get out of the hunting business after he started the Apocalypse by breaking the last seal, Dean had been working with Castiel. Castiel was a good partner, as he knew some heavenly information that Sam could never know. Castiel had told Dean that he believed the Archangel Raphael knew the location of God's vessel on Earth. And he had told Dean to wait here while he searched for an important item that could help them get the information out of Raphael. Dean sighed. He had never liked waiting much.

"Damn it, Cass where are you?" Dean inquired of the empty room, then spun around as he heard a swish of air behind him.

Castiel was standing there, looking a little tired. He eyed Dean before moving towards him.

"Where have you been?" Dean asked impatiently.

"Jerusalem." Castiel replied. He noticed Dean looked agitated for some reason. Probably because he never liked waiting around.

"How was it?" Dean said sarcastically. Castiel was doing some world-traveling while he was going crazy waiting for him?

"Arid." Castiel placed an old, hand-molded clay jug on the rough wooden table that stood in the middle of the room.

"What is that?" Dean questioned, looking at it in interest.

"It's oil. It's very special and very rare." Castiel explained, sitting down at the table and staring at the jug. He was beginning to feel a bit nervous about what they were attempting to do.

"What are we gonna do, trap Raphael with a nice vinaigrette?" Dean said sarcastically, and Castiel smiled inside. Dean had the best humor, even in the worst of times. He was even be funnier than Uriel, and he was the funniest angel in the whole garrison. No matter how bad things got, when Dean cracked a humorous line, it cheered Castiel up right away.

"No, we are not going to cook with it." Castiel said.

"So this ritual of yours, when does it have to go down?" Dean asked, standing behind Castiel. Castiel could feel the brush of Dean's jacket against his, and he shivered. He always liked to test out how close he could get to Dean, trying to get as close as he could so he could smell the old leather of his jacket, or his cologne, but after Dean had the little talk with him about 'personal space' he had backed off, and felt rather hurt by it. It had annoyed Dean to no end when Castiel would suddenly appear behind him and watch him. After a while of this, Dean had finally talked to him. He guessed Dean hadn't felt the spark that he felt, or he would not have told Castiel to stop. And it hurt him more then he realized it could.

"Sunrise. We have to perform the ritual at sunrise." Castiel said.

"Tell me something, you keep saying we're gonna trap this guy, but isn't that like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?" Dean said, curious. He knew Archangels were powerful, and he was wondering exactly how hard this was going to be.

"No. It's harder." Castiel said.

"Do we have any chance of surviving this?" Dean asked. He had died enough already, and it was nice to know if you were about to be killed again.

"You do." Castiel answered, looking down at his feet.

"So odds are, you're a dead man tomorrow?" Dean asked. "Well, last night on earth, what are your plans?"

Castiel looked up at Dean, taking in his features quickly as he so often did, so Dean wouldn't notice him staring. He knew what he wanted to do, but that was impossible, if Dean didn't feel the same way.

"I thought I'd just sit here quietly." Castiel said, knowing he had to give some kind of answer, even if it wasn't the truth.

Dean took another quick peek around the depressing dirty room, and glanced at Castiel unbelievingly. "Dude, come on, anything? Booze, women?"

Castiel looked away, embarrassed. No, he had never been with anyone before. This conversation was going in a direction that Castiel did not want it to head in.

"You have been with a woman before? Or an angel at least? You mean to tell me you haven't been up there doing a little cloud-seeding?" Dean said, his mouth practically gaping open in surprise.

"Look, I have never had occasion, okay?" Castiel said a bit angrily. I never even wanted to do cloud-seeding, until I met you. But I know that's impossible, so, no, I haven't.

"Well, there's one thing I know for certain. You are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch." Dean said, grabbing his jacket and motioning to Castiel to get up.

"Where are we going?" Castiel stood, noticing Dean's well-muscled chest through his thin t-shirt as he put on his jacket.

Dean grinned. "Strip club, baby."

Castiel shook his head. "No, Dean, I am not going."

"Come on, Cass, live a little before you die. You want to do something, now's the time to do it! So what do you want to do?"

Castiel glanced at the grinning Dean. He was right. If he was going to die anyway, what was the sense of not telling Dean how he felt? He wouldn't be around if Dean decided to laugh at him like he was joking. An if Dean felt the same way he did, well, he would be able to die happy.

"Well, I, um.." Castiel looked terrified, feeling fear swallow his voice and Dean lost his grin. "You alright? Calm down, you look like you've seen a ghost."

"I just want to say that I..I.. Well, I.." Castiel couldn't get the words out, he just couldn't. And then he remembered something he remembered a human saying once: actions speak louder then words. Since he couldn't make the words work, perhaps he should try an action instead?

Castiel took a deep breath, and then walked closer to Dean, who had a perplexed expression on his handsome face.

Just do it, Castiel. Do it! Castiel leaned in quickly, grabbing the front of Dean's jacket, and pressed his lips against Dean's. It felt like every molecule in his body was exploding with pleasure. This feeling was unlike anything Castiel had ever felt. He had heard other angels speak of true joinings, feeling the pull of another angel, the attraction, when it was time to pick a mate, but Castiel had never felt attracted to anyone else in his life, except Dean. It was ..Castiel couldn't even explain, he just knew it made his heart soar, feeling Dean in this way at last.

Then he felt Dean stiffen in his grasp as he came out of the shock of the moment. Castiel pulled away suddenly as if he was burned, all good feelings gone, replaced by embarrassment and regret.

Dean was staring at Castiel. "Cass, I don't..what was that?"

Castiel fell back into his chair and put his head into his hands. He should have never done that! What was he thinking? His last night on earth with Dean, and now he had marred it with that single action.

Dean bent down beside his angel friend, feeling very confused. He had often seen Castiel looking at him in strange ways, and he thought it was just the way angels were, but now that he thought of it, he knew Cass's looks were that of a person who wants something so badly, but can't have it.

"Listen, just tell me what's going on," Dean said, trying to be gentle and understanding, but his voice coming out gruff instead.

Castiel raised his head from his hands, and to surprise, he was looking right into Dean's face, which was eye-level with his own.

"You said it was my last night on earth, and if I wanted to do something, this was the time to do it. So I did what I wanted to do."

Dean cleared his throat awkwardly and looked at his hands. "I-uh- didn't know that you felt that way."

"To answer your question from before, I have never had occasion to do 'cloud-seeding' because I never wanted to, Dean. I have never felt that attraction to any other angels, or humans, before. Except you. I thought you might feel the same."

Dean got up and sat on the chair opposite from Castiel. "Look, I like you Cass, but as a friend. I'm more the- ah- woman-type myself."

"I thought we were close." Castiel could feel his eyes burning. What was that dripping down his cheeks? Castiel touched his face. Tears.

Dean looked alarmed at the sight of the angel crying in front of him. Hell, he didn't even know that angels could cry. This was just so weird, it was taking him a while to wrap his mind around it. He shook his head, trying to clear it of it's hazy confusion.

"Yeah, we are, but it's like how I am with Sam, Cass. Man, me and you, we're like brothers. You've helped us out so much, and I really am grateful for that. But I just don't think of you in that way."

Castiel rubbed his eyes. This was another new feeling that he had experienced today : crying.

Dean looked at him, feeling terrible. He hadn't had much experience with true love, except Lisa, but he knew how Castiel must be feeling. Not knowing what else to do, acting on instinct, Dean leaned over and hugged the depressed angel, trying to find some way to comfort him.

Castiel pressed his face into Dean's shoulder, finally close enough to smell the leather and cologne. He wanted to stay here forever in Dean's arms, and forget about everything else that was going on in the world. He wanted to leave with Dean, forget about being an angel, forget about monsters, and heaven, and Sam. Because Dean was the only thing he wanted. He would even gladly give up his heavenly powers just to be with Dean.

"Listen, I know there is nothing I can say that's going to make you feel better, but I can't change how I feel, Cass. But I do know how to deal with this kind of thing. What do say we forgo the strip club, and just get a couple drinks at a bar? It'll make you feel better, I promise." Dean suggested, letting Castiel go.

Castiel nodded, not wanting to say 'no' to Dean, and stood, even though he wanted Dean to keep comforting him, feeling the warmth where Dean had been touching him grow cold.

"Great!" Dean said enthusiastically. He could use a few drinks after what just happened. It had creeped him out, Castiel kissing him like that. It could probably be compared to how he would feel if Sam kissed him. Dean shuddered. Horrible thought, why did he even think that?

"Let's go then." Dean left the room, and Castiel followed, still feeling depressed. If he did survive tomorrow, Dean would never look at him the same way again, because he would always know how Castiel felt about him. And he hoped Dean would not tell Bobby and Sam. He couldn't stand if they looked at him in that strange way also. Castiel sighed. Well, he had accomplished what he had set out to do: tell Dean how he felt. Even if it didn't work out, at least he got it off his chest. Although he knew if he did survive, now that he had felt that feeling with Dean, he was sure he would want to feel it again. It would drive him, make him obsessed and crazy, wanting to kiss Dean again, or maybe more.

Castiel smiled. Maybe Dean would give in someday, maybe he would get his soul mate, and then he would obtain true happiness. But for now, he would try to enjoy himself with Dean, even if he couldn't have him in the way that he wanted.

Please, please review! This is my first slash I've ever written, so I don't know if it's good. But you can tell in the show, there is so something going on there, but I believe Dean doesn't know. It's just how Cass looks at him, you know? He doesn't do it with sam, either, just Dean, that I've noticed. And he even said, I think in Season 5, or 6? That he "shares a more profound bond" with Dean. Anyway, please review and let me know how I did.

Oh, also, do you think I should continue this? If so, please send me ideas!