okay but au where dean goes deaf in one ear.
it was due to angels, probably. sons of bitches had too many things to say and not the right types of voices to say them, and they blew out dean’s right ear drum. it sucks (especially on hunts) and he’s pissed, but he can deal. at least he didn’t go completely deaf.
and it upsets cas that the angels would do that to dean, but he discovers that it has it’s advantages, too. one day he’s sitting shotgun in the impala with dean driving and singing his music obnoxiously loud, and as he looks at dean he feels like he can’t possible contain all that he’s feeling. the way the sunlight catches dean’s profile and makes the edges of his hair look gold and his eyes shine like emeralds. how he drums along on the steering wheel to his favorite songs and sings like he doesn’t care who’s listening.
while dean turns his head in preparation of making a left turn, cas leans toward him and whispers into his deaf ear “i love you, dean winchester.”
it goes on like that for awhile, and it helps cas cope with the thought of unrequited love. he’ll be sitting on dean’s right, or standing behind him so he can lean forward towards dean’s deaf side, and he’ll use these stolen moments to whisper the things he only wishes he had the courage to tell him where he can hear. “you’re beautiful.” “i wish i could stay.” “everything about you is perfect.” “you’re all that i want.”
but then one day, he slips up. it’s a stupid mistake, but it was bound to happen eventually.
he’s sitting on a park bench on dean’s left, the two of them waiting for sam to finish up his research at the library, as they’ve already gotten done interviewing all the witnesses. dean is in a good mood that day; all chatter and “hey, do you think sam would let us order pizza tonight?”
and cas is all smiles as he listens to dean speak, more than happy to let the man talk. while dean in looking down at the notes in his lap he took from the interviews, cas murmurs “i would like to kiss you.”
when dean looks up, startled, he all too late realizes his mistake.
“what?” dean breathes. “what did you just say?”
cas curses himself in his head. dean’s left ear is his good ear. stupid, stupid, stupid.
“nothing,” cas says, willing his voice not to quiver. he looks at the ground and thinks to himself, this is it. he’s messed up and now dean is never going to want to see him again.
there’s a moment of silence in which cas tries not to shake and to keep his tears at bay as what feels like the weight of everything he feels for dean comes crashing down on him. a moment of silence before he hears dean say “cas?”
cas looks up, and suddenly there are lips on his, and he realizes he never knew what happiness was until this moment. dean’s lips are soft and slightly chapped and absolutely perfect, and cas has no idea how he spent so many years of his existence without this wonderful man here to hold in his arms.
that night, when they’re naked and tangled up under the scratchy sheets of their motel room bed, cas rolls over and whispers into dean’s good ear the same words he told him that day in the impala: “i love you, dean winchester.”
dean’s whole face softens before he says “i love you, too,” with a reverence that could only equal cas’. cas takes dean’s face in his hands and kisses him sweetly, and it seems as though all the stars in the universe have somehow aligned for the man and the angel, and this is it, this is heaven.
dededos
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