Note to Self: Cas Loves You

almaasi:

drunk!Dean love confessions, except it’s Cas doing the confessing

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“But she wazz so prettyyy,” Dean complained, seemingly on the verge of tears. He hung from Castiel’s shoulder, all his weight slumped towards his bending knees.

“Yes, I’m sure she was,” Castiel assured Dean. With a grim smile and a shift of his angelic strength, Castiel lifted Dean fully to his feet, hanging one bicep behind his neck, the two of them holding hands over Castiel’s heart. “But you aren’t in any condition to let girls take you home, Dean. Come on, we’re almost there.”

“Nhhh.” Dean scowled, dragging his feet on the outdoor motel steps as they ascended. The laces on one boot had come undone, and his plaid shirt dangled by his knees, having been tied around his waist. “Least…” He breathed heavily, apparently allowing the stale walkway air to settle his heaving stomach. “Least I’m not… goin’ home alone.” A soppy smile crawled up his cheek. His gleaming eyes settled on the side of Castiel’s face, and Dean purred, “Big strong angel to take care’a me.”

“Quite,” Castiel said, approaching Sam and Dean’s motel room. He didn’t have a key, so stretched out a hand and made the lock glow white. The door swung open, and Dean giggled as Castiel helped him through.

“Hey, Cas?”

“Yes?” Castiel said, helping Dean on his slow, wobbly journey to the nearest bed. Sam wasn’t back yet; the room was empty.

“Do… d’ya think she knew?” Dean asked.

“Knew what, exactly?” Castiel replied.

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