A/N: As per usual, I was getting ready for bed when my muse decided it had a great idea for a Destiel fic and wouldn't shut up and let me sleep until I'd written something down, but hey can't argue it did do a good job...even if I was feeling a bit sleep deprived the next day
1. Did You Just Han Solo Me?
It's dark outside and the world is falling part around them…again.
Sam stands by the front door, shotgun in hand, firing off rounds of salt, but he can only cover the entrance for so long. They really need to leave, well Gabriel and Cas do if they're going to have any chance at closing off that Hellmouth, and really Dean should be helping Sam, but he's grounded in place and can't seem to force himself to move.
Gabriel's voice is rising over the swirling mess of destruction outside as he yells at Cas that they need to leave; now! The stoic angel nods his head in agreement, sending one last look over to Dean before he closes his eyes in preparation for flight.
This isn't Dean's first apocalypse and knowing his luck, it's likely not going to be his last, but funny how the second time 'round things really find a perspective.
He watches Cas nod to Gabriel and stands by while blue eyes flutter shut, and without another thought he lunges forward tugging vainly at the sleeve of Cas' coat.
Eyes snapping into focus, Cas regards him with a look of confusion, but he hasn't mojoed anywhere so Dean counts it as a win.
Retracting his hand, he runs his fingers through his hair clearing his throat as he looks at Cas. He's made a life off of being quick on his toes, but right now he's drawing a blank and Cas is still looking at him with a mixture of puzzlement and eagerness.
Swallowing Dean licks his lips, well here goes nothing.
"Cas, I- I love you."
The barest of smiles flits over the angel's lips, "Dean, I know."
And even as Cas vanishes before him and the world's existence continues to be threatened, Dean can't help the huff of laughter or the grin that pulls across his face because his angel just quoted Star Wars to him.