How did we get here? From being so close to…this. Dean thought to himself as he sat on the edge of his twin sized bed in the motel room they had been renting for the last week or so working on this case. He put his head in his hands and let out a sigh. That bastard, why did he have to do this to me? It's throwing me off. I can't concentrate on the job. I just keep thinking about...him. What he said. Why do I even care so much? It should be over. I rejected him, but….

One week earlier

Dean sat at the funny little table in yet another funny little motel. He was bored waiting for Sam to show up with the information he'd gathered so they could finally rap up this hunt. He got up and walked toward the kitchenette to see if there were any left overs to be had when he heard the familiar sound of angel wings.

"Dean. We need to talk."

"What's up Cas?"

"I need some advice."

"Oh ya?" Dean said, a mischievous grin sneaking onto his features, "What's your problem."

"I am having….feelings…." Cas said, looking at Dean with his usual confused angel stare.

"What kind?" Dean asked barley able to contain the laugh that was bubbling up inside him at Cas's discomfort.

"I feel that, whenever I am away from… a certain someone, my heart is being ripped out of my chest." Dean looked at Cas with a shocked expression on his face which slowly turned into a full faced grin.

"This is not amusing." Cas said in a surly tone.

"Yes it is." Replied Dean," So who's the lucky lady?"

"Lady? Who ever said it was a lady?" Cas asked Dean. In his most sincere tone he went on to question the statement. "Must it be a lady? But I do not feel this way towards a lady. Is that wrong?"

Dean looked at Cas with an shocked look on his face." You're gay?"

"What is gay?"

"Never mind….."

"So who is it?"

"Who's who?"

"They guy you in love with!" Dean was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second. Great, I've got a gay angel on my hands. And the only guys he has contact to are me, Sammy, and Bobby. It's fine, it'll be Sammy.

"You," Cas said fixing Dean with his innocent, I dare you to tell me I'm wrong, glare. "I feel this…love? Towards you."

A look of horror was plastered to Dean's face as Cas fluttered away. Leaving Dean with the sight of Cas's innocent face falling into a look of pure sadness as he read the rejection on Dean's face.