"I'm going to kill him." Dean stated, slamming the laptop shut.

"Wait! Hold on. Relax, okay. What's going on?" Sam said, trying to calm Dean down who looked ready to punch something.

"There is another convention about those damn books, who reads them anyway?" Dean shouted, exasperated, throwing his hands in the air.

"Oh, Chuck is at it again? I thought I made it very clear last time." Sam said, his thoughts drifting back to the convention they went to a few years back. At the time Sam had threatened Chuck with guns so he thought it would stop.

"Well, you didn't. We've got to go." Dean angrily replied, already standing up. He has had enough of the books, telling his whole life story to the world. He didn't want everything out in the open for everyone to read, he was too private for this. Hell, he didn't even tell his brother certain things.

Sam nodded and stood up as well, they walked together to the large garage they had next to the main room. The bunker's garage was filled with many old cars and even a few motorcycles, but the boy paid them no attention. They had eyes only for the black Chevy Impala who was parked near the door that let outside. Nothing could beat baby.

They stepped inside and drove away, ready to put an end to this. After a few hours they finally reached their destination. They decided to rent a motel room for the night, the convention would still be there tomorrow anyways.

Dean climbed out of Baby, feeling a slight shiver running over his back from the blowing wind. He didn't wait for Sam and headed towards the motel they would be staying in for the night.

He rented a room, noticing how the receptionist was flirting with him. Sure, she was beautiful, but his mind was already occupied by another person. Truth is, he loves Castiel, the blue eyed angel who dresses as a tax manager.

For a long time Dean has denied his feelings, knowing Castiel will never feel the same way. Until one day he just gave up. Ever since then he was loathed in self-pity, trying to avoid the guy. Dean hasn't seen him in a few days, so he felt the emptiness in heart swallow him whole.

He wished things were different, that he was different, but he has got to live with it.

"Still no word from Cas?" Sam asked, finally catching up with Dean. It was as if Sam had read his mind, Dean figured it would probably his grumpy expression every time he thought about Cas.

"No." Dean grumbled, slamming the key into the door and turning it violently. He threw the door open and let himself fall on top of one of the beds.

Sam noticed that Dean and Castiel weren't really talking anymore, it made him worried. He has never seen Dean as happy as he is when Castiel is around. Whenever the angel is around his eyes shine and he looks more relaxed than ever. Like he can be himself around a person without worrying about himself. Castiel truly brought out the best in him. But Dean also brought the best out of Castiel.
Castiel never smiles, but for some reason he does when he is with Dean. His normal deep rumbling voice is suddenly a lot less stern and he is just a less uptight. For an angel that is really weird.

Sam stayed silent, knowing Dean wouldn't want to talk to him about it. This time he was letting it go, but it was getting out of hand.

"Want a beer?" Sam asked instead, looking at the still sprawled out Dean. "Yeah, thanks man."

"Yeah, no problem." Sam replied, grabbing two beers out of the fridge. He threw one at Dean, who sat up in the meantime.

They drunk their beers in silence and went to bed, knowing the next day would be a long one.

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Dean couldn't sleep, which wasn't surprising because he hasn't slept well in a while. His mind kept wandering off to Castiel, he tried to ignore, think about something else, but it didn't help.

It was like Castiel had taken over his mind, like he put a spell on him so he can only think about him all the time.

Not that it wasn't nice, getting lost in fantasies of them being together, kissing for hours or laying down and holding each other close.

What? He likes cuddling, there's nothing wrong with that!

No, it wasn't all that, it was when he broke out of his fantasies and realized it was never going to happen in real life. That was the most painful part, when he could almost feel his heart physically breaking from the pain.

At five o'clock Dean finally fell asleep, nightmares taking over.

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"Dude, you've got to wake up." Sam shouted, before throwing a pillow at his sleeping form. "Alright, I'm up, I'm up. Jeez." Dean groaned, slipping out of his bed. He took some clothes out of his bag and went to the bathroom, ready to take a shower that might wake him up.

In the meantime, Sam sat down on his bed and closed his eyes. "Cas, can you hear me? Look man, I know you and Dean aren't exactly on good terms right now, but you two have got to fix this. It's eating you both alive, it isn't healthy. Can you please come down and go to the convention with us? Maybe you can talk things out with Dean." Sam prayed.

He hesitantly opened his eyes, hoping he would see the angel standing in the room. To his great relief, Castiel was actually there.

"Good to see you man!" Sam exclaimed excitedly, getting up to pat Castiel on the shoulder.

"Good to see you too, Sam. But I don't think Dean would be happy to see me." Castiel replied, suddenly very interested in inspecting his shoes.

"I don't know Cas." Sam sighed. "You just have to talk it out."

"I know Sam." Castiel mumbled, quickly glancing up when he heard the door of the bathroom being opened.

"Hello Dean." Castiel began, he tried to smile but failing horribly.

"Cas." Dean replied with a nod, not even looking his way as he grabbed his bag and turned around to face his brother. "Are we going?"

"Yes Dean we are." Sam said, glancing over at Castiel, like he was hinting at Dean.

Dean either didn't notice or pretended not to notice, when he walked out of the door and getting into the driver's seat.

The journey to the convention was quiet and awkward, the only sound was the engine of the '67 Impala roaring. Dean didn't even bother to put some music on and he refused when Sam asked him to.

The moment they arrived at the convention, Dean was already out of the door and heading inside. Sam and Castiel shared a look and reluctantly follow him into the large building where the convention was held.

Dean searched around for Chuck, still angry Sam called Castiel down. He didn't want to face this, not now. He wasn't ready yet. Sure, he admitted to himself that he loves the guy and he accepted it, but he wasn't ready to have the talk yet.

Sam and Castiel soon caught up with him and helped him search for the man who made this lovely convention possible.

"I can't find him." Sam stated, brushing past people to reach Dean again. Castiel was still out there somewhere, neither of them knew where.

"Yeah, me neither. Where's Cas?" Dean asked. Sam raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Oh, so you do care."

"Shut up."

"Okay, fine, let's just find Cas, maybe he knows more." Sam said, rolling his eyes.

"Fine." Dean said, pushing through the crowds.

Eventually they found Castiel surrounded by people who all looked like either Sam, Dean, Cas or someone else they knew. It was amazing and scary at the same time.

"That is such a good costume!"

"Where did you get that?"

"You are a terrific cosplayer."

"Want to be the Cas to my Dean?"

With that last sentence Dean felt a sharp sting from jealousy and pushed everybody out of the way. Castiel looked very awkward and nervous, his eyes searching for a way out.

He saw a guy, maybe 26 years old, with a Dean costume completed with the samulet, a leather jacket, a plaid shirt and boots. His hair was a tousled blondish, longer than Dean's own hair and green contacts. At least he didn't have freckles.

"He's taken." Dean growled, once he moved in front of Castiel so he was nose to nose with the guy who dared to hit on his angel.

He felt a strange but a strong wave of possessiveness roll over him, making him even more furious.

"Wow, sorry dude. I'll go now." Fake Dean replied, fear clear in his eyes. He ran away quickly absorbed by another crowd of people.

"What was that Dean?" Castiel asked, his arms crossed with a skeptical expression on his face.

"I- erm." Dean began, darting his eyes from Castiel's blue ones to the wall and back.

"You don't talk to me for days, ignoring me when I try to call and now you do this?" Castiel calmly said, making Dean even more nervous. Still, the anger boiling under his skin made him do bold things.

"I love you."

"I tried to reach out but you-. Wait, what?!"

"I said, I love you." Dean grinned at Castiel's familiar confused eyes and leaned forwards.

Castiel glanced at his lips, licking his own without even noticing it. Dean leaned even closer, this time Castiel leaned in too. Castiel gave Dean a small peck on the lips, before darting backwards, afraid he misunderstood the situation.

Dean beamed up at him and crashed their lips together, making Castiel forget every worry he ever had.

They didn't even hear the cheers from the crowd who had formed around them during their little discussion.

It was like they were in their own safe little bubble, hidden from the rest of the world. Nothing mattered anymore, they had each other.

For the first time in days Dean felt happy again, the true kind of happy, not the one he had been faking.

They eventually broke apart, breathing heavily. Dean rested his forehead against Castiel's to keep touching him in some kind of way.

Castiel looked up at him with soft and gentle eyes, locking Dean in his gaze, making him unable to look away even if he tried.

"I love you too Dean."

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