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Dean and Bobby glanced around as the demon sigils and barn were shaking before them. "What in God's name.." Bobby mumbled. Dean kept the demon blade close to him. The doors were opening and closing and finally smashed open.

The lights above started to spark and bust out. A figure walked slowly in, inspecting the walls. Dean squinted his eyes. The figure was actually a man in a biege colored trench coat. He had black raven hair with a face of almighty. Dean gulped and looked over at Bobby with an unsure look.

As the man approached them, Bobby stepped forward and pointed out his gun. The man looked at him before Bobby started shooting him, the bullets going through him. He kept getting closer until he pressed two fingers to Bobby's head. He tilted his head as he watched Bobby slowly fall at his feet.

"What the hell?!" Dean yelled and ran forward, plunging the demon blade into the man's chest. The man had pure blue eyes as Dean had held him close. The man smile wickedly and pulled out the demon blade that was now covered in blood.

Dean looked at him with a worried look. "What did you do to Bobby." He demanded.

The man opened one of the books they brought. "He's asleep. He'll be fine," The man looked to Dean. "I needed to talk with you-" He stepped over Bobby's sleeping body. "I needed to talk to you alone, Dean." Dean glanced at the man and looked up and down his figure.

"How do you know me?" He asked. He cut the man off before he could answer. "What the hell are you?"

"I am an angel of the lord, Castiel." Dean raised an eyebrow. Angels? Pfft you got to be joking, he thought. Castiel furrowed his eyebrows at him. "I can assure you that angels are real Dean." Dean shook his head.

"They aren't real, asshat. Now stop playing your games-"

"Dean, you just have to believe." Castiel stepped back and lightening cracked across skies, lighting going through the barn, showing a pair of angel wings. They were beautiful and black and huge. Dean gaped at him.

"So, you're an angel. What do you want from me?" Castiel edged closer.

"What I want from you is you." Dean looked at him confused.

"You want me?" Castiel nodded.

"Even if we haven't properly met but I am the angel who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition. I am your savior. Now, will you be mine?" He smiled. A pleasant smile excepting for the angel. Dean scoffed.

"You've got to be kidding..." He mumbled.

"Dean do you believe in angels?" Dean looked back at him.

"Yes."

"Then you have someone watching over you and protecting you. You can do the same for an angel can't you?" His voice turning husky. He was even closer.

"Yes."

"Then kiss me." Dean didn't have to say no before pressing his lips to the man's. So many questions filling his head about his sexuality.