cas asking dean if he can tell him a secret one night while theyre hanging out in their apartment
dean indulging him immediately, and pausing the tv to turn in his seat so he can peer over the back of the couch
cas setting down his no longer steaming mug of tea, and meeting dean’s eye
“i think i’m in love with my best friend”
dean blinking at cas like he’s just grown two heads
“i mean i AM in love with my best friend”
“cas-“
“but i don’t know how to tell him,” cas would continue, moving from his place at the counter to the cushion beside dean
“because i’m scared the feeling may not be mutual and the last thing i wanna do is ruin our relationship”
there’s a moment of silence; a heavy, all embodying pulse of zero gravity, before dean smiles
small and incospicuous and everything entirely dean
“i highly doubt that’s the case”
cas smiles back
tucks his chin against his chest
“but how can you be sure?”
a crooked finger wriggles it’s way between skin and cotton and lifts his face
makes him stare into earthy green eyes as the words “because i’m you’re best friend. would i lie to you?” penetrate his ears
he’s unable to answer, as dean leans in then and kisses him
soft and chaste and right on the corner of his mouth
but it’s just as well, because he’s sure his voice would crack anyhow
another beat of swelling silence passes between them before dean leans back, and takes cas’ hand in his own
“can i tell you a secret?”
cas nods, head filling with a helium like lightness
“... i’m in love with my best friend too”
