First chapter thing? Are you a huge supernatural fan and alway wondered what would happen if castiel didn’t die? (Story in notes and credits) Also I will release another one every Wednesday!
After the intense battle that nearly cost Castiel his existence, he emerged battered but alive, much to Dean's relief. As the dust settled and the adrenaline waned, Dean found himself unable to shake the memory of Cas's confession. It lingered in his mind, a truth he couldn't ignore. In the quiet aftermath, Castiel sought solitude, needing time to process the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed him during the battle. Dean, too, needed space to make sense of everything. He wandered the bunker's corridors, lost in thought, haunted by the weight of Cas's words. It was Sam who found Dean, sitting alone in the library, staring blankly at a book he hadn't bothered to open. Sam approached cautiously, sensing his brother's turmoil. "Dean, you okay?" Sam asked softly, taking a seat opposite him. Dean sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Sammy. This whole thing with Cas... it's got me messed up." Sam nodded understandingly. "Yeah, I get it. Cas dropping the L-word out of nowhere... it's a lot to process." Dean scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping him. "Yeah, no kidding. I mean, I always knew Cas cared about us, but... like that?" Sam placed a comforting hand on Dean's shoulder. "Look, Dean, I know this is a lot to take in, but maybe it's time to address it. Cas put himself out there, risking everything for us. You owe it to him to at least talk about it." Dean hesitated, his mind swirling with uncertainty. But deep down, he knew Sam was right. He couldn't keep avoiding this conversation, not after everything they'd been through. With a heavy heart, Dean sought out Castiel, finding him in the bunker's garden, lost in thought amidst the greenery. Cas looked up as Dean approached, his expression guarded yet hopeful. "Hey, Cas," Dean began awkwardly, unsure of where to start. Castiel met his gaze, his blue eyes searching Dean's soul. "Dean... I understand if you need time to process what I said. It was unfair of me to spring it on you like that." Dean swallowed the lump in his throat, mustering the courage to speak his truth. "No, Cas, it's not that... It's just... I never expected... I mean, I didn't think you... you know..." Castiel's lips twitched in a small, sad smile. "I know, Dean. I never intended to burden you with my feelings, but in that moment, I couldn't bear to leave things unsaid." Dean took a step closer, his heart pounding in his chest. "Cas, I... I don't know what to say." Castiel reached out, gently grasping Dean's hand in his own. "You don't have to say anything, Dean. Just know that whatever you feel, whatever you decide... I'll always be here for you." Dean's defenses crumbled in the face of Castiel's unwavering sincerity. He squeezed Cas's hand tightly, a silent promise passing between them. "I'm not good with words, Cas," Dean admitted softly. "But I want you to know... I care about you, too. More than I probably should." A flicker of hope danced in Castiel's eyes, a beacon of light in the darkness. "Thank you, Dean. That means more to me than you'll ever know." As they stood there, hand in hand, the weight of their unspoken truths lifted, leaving only the warmth of a bond that transcended words. In that moment, Dean knew that whatever the future held, he and Castiel would face it together, come what may.
