Cas is Dean's Mary: “A thousand years,” Cas says, wobbling a little as he tries to dance...

boazpriestly:

“A thousand years,” Cas says, wobbling a little as he tries to dance across the deck. “That’s how long I’ve loved you.” 

“Yeah?” Dean says, laughing and not believing a word. 

“Mmm hmm,” Cas hums. He tries to walk and falls backward onto his ass. Dean laughs harder cause a drunk angel is pretty fucking amusing to watch. And Cas just sits on his butt for a moment, a look of confusion setting on his face like he’s wondering how the ground got so close or something. “Dean,” he says. 

“Yeah?” 

“How long have you loved me?” 

Dean chokes on his beer. “What?” 

“S’not a hard question, I don’t think,” Cas manages to push himself to his feet and stand relatively steady.

“Actually,” Dean says, setting his beer down and standing too. “It kind of is.” 

“Only if you don’t love me too. But you do, I can feel it.” 

“And what does it feel like?” Dean asks, his brain and mouth team up against him.

Cas smiles, goofy and genuine. “It feels like a dormant volcano finally erupting for the first time since the dinosaurs. It’s like walking on the beach and expecting to be able to walk barefoot, but then the water touches your toes and it’s so cold that you immediately think, ‘I can’t do this.’ But then you let the waves lap at your feet again and again and before you know it you’re used to it and it’s actually warm and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever felt in your life.” Cas looks at Dean and there’s a knot in Dean’s stomach the size of Kansas. “It feels like being dead for a thousand years and waking up one day, alive and breathing like you never thought you would ever be able to do again. Does it feel that way to you, Dean?” 

Dean swallows down the lump in his throat and nods. “Something like that,” he manages to say. Cas grins huge and sways. “Whoa there, bug guy,” Dean says, reaching out to catch Cas before he face plants. “Think we need to get you to bed.” 

Cas giggles and then burbs, loud and gross, earning him a congratulatory clap on the back. 

When Dean finally gets Cas in Sam’s bed and the angel is fast asleep, he sits and just watches. He tells himself what he meant to tell Cas, that having an angel loving him is nothing like being on a beach near a volcano. It’s worse. Because having an angel loving you is being in Hell for forty years with no hope left to your name and suddenly there’s a light, brightest goddamn thing you’re ever seen. And as the demons scream in your ears and claw at your skin, snapping your bones with their talons, all you can think is, “I’m saved. Oh God, I’m finally saved.”

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