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Wayword Sons	By : Looking_Glass Category: Supernatural > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1343 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, nor do I claim ownership to Dean and Castiel. I am not, in any way, profiting off of this. Any similarity to real people or situations, while awesome, is purely coincidental.

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They said their goodbyes in the parking lot of Dean's motel. "You ever want to get together, you know how to reach me. Here's my personal number." Dean handed Castiel the slip of paper on which he'd thought about scrawling, "For a good time call," and had instead written, "Dean Winchester - (785) 823-3722." Castiel was the one to hold out his hand for a shake this time, but a powerful urge overcame Dean, and he instead pulled him into a hug. He could feel the man's tension, but just as he decided that it had been a stupid idea, he felt Castiel's arms around his back, returning the embrace. "Thank you, Dean," Castiel whispered before letting go.
Dean waved once as the silver spaceship pulled away into the night. He felt electric and bubbly and heavy and dull all at once.
--
He had a new voicemail. Shit. Sammy. He'd totally forgotten. "Hey, Dean, it's Sam. It's- it's about 7:15. Call me back if you want." He hit the call-back option and Sam picked up after a few rings. "Hey, Dean."
"Sammy. Sorry I missed your call, I was… eating dinner."
"That's okay. So how you been?"
"Good, Sammy. I've been good. Listen, I uh. I could use some advice, actually."
"From me? Okay, anything. What's up?"
"Well," Dean faltered, unsure of what he was trying to say. "I uh. I can't stop thinking about somebody and I don't know what to do."
"Oh, okay," Sam sounded surprised.
Dean carefully considered the pronouns before he said, "she's neurotic, and she's a huge nerd, and she drives a damn Prius, and she wears these ridiculous sweater vest things, and she talks like a walking dictionary, but I can't get her out of my head."
"What's her name?"
"Cassie," Dean blurted, and winced. He started pacing back and forth.
"Where'd you meet her?"
"She brought her car into the shop for some repairs, and she's been back a few times."
"So, why don't you just ask her out?" Sam asked.
Dean couldn't help but laugh. "Well, Sammy, it's not that simple."
"Why not?"
"Well, she's uh." Dean's heart raced as he thought. He ran his hand nervously through his hair as he paced. "She's a nun." He cringed as the words left his mouth. Did nuns even drive cars? But Sam didn't seem to notice. He was too busy laughing.
"A nun?!" He exclaimed incredulously. "Oh my god, Dean. A nun?"
"Yeah, thanks, Sammy," Dean barked. "Thanks for making an impossible situation feel even more impossible."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Sam fought through the laughter. "But come on, Dean, you have to admit it's a little ironic. You. And a nun. You."
"I know," Dean growled. "I know."
"Well," Sam had finally stopped laughing, "why do you like her so much if she's so annoying?"
Dean thought about it. "I don't know, man. She's just funny without even trying, and she's smart- like way smarter than me- but she doesn't hold it over my head, you know? She's cool about it. And she's just so different and interesting and so…" he paused, imaging startlingly blue eyes. "She's so beautiful, man." And that was it. He'd admitted something, if only to himself.
He had always known (of course he'd known- how could he not?) that he was attracted to guys. It was something that he had worked every day of his adolescent life to suppress. He had gotten a hard-on every morning in the locker room, for christ's sake. It was one of the major reasons he'd dropped out of school. If there was one thing you couldn't be as a Winchester, it was a queer. So, he tucked his secret away in a dark corner of his mind, and built a wall around it, and eventually forgot it was even there. Luckily for him, he enjoyed sex with women, so that was enough. It had been years since a man had inspired that familiar stirring sensation in his lower belly. This, though, was something that he couldn't deny or build a wall around. This was something altogether different.
"Wow, Dean," Sam said. "It sounds like you've really got it bad."
Dean plopped down on the edge of his bed, and sighed heavily. "I think you're right, Sammy."
"Well, if it's meant to be, it'll happen. Just keep your chin up, and be nice to her, and wait. I'm a big believer in true love. I know you think that's dumb, but it's true. I think I've found it, and if you have, you'll know soon enough."
Dean wiped his face with his hand and pushed his hair back. "Thanks, Sammy."
"She sounds like she's really good for you, one way or another," Sam said.
Dean laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Yeah, she is."
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The next morning, Dean arrived at work to discover Bobby leaning against a beam, arms crossed. "What's eatin' you?" Dean asked.
"I got a call from Sam last night," Bobby said.
Oh fuck. Dean's body went cold, but he tried to keep his face calm. "Oh yeah?"
Of fuck oh fuck oh fuck, he called Bobby to ask him about the nun who was coming into the shop in a Prius, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, of course he did, oh fuck oh fuck, how could I have been so stupid
"You got anything you want to tell me, boy?" Bobby's face was stern but emotionless. A mask.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
Dean's heart beat against his chest like a jackhammer, but still, he kept his face serene and only shrugged. Before he knew it, Bobby had crossed the distance between them and was in his face. "Let me tell you something, Dean Winchester," Bobby growled, jabbing Dean in the chest with his index finger. "If you think for a second that there is anything- anything- that would ever make me and Sam love you any less… then you're an even bigger idjit than I thought you were."
Dean stared, stunned and disbelieving. He didn't have time to fully process what he'd just heard when Bobby's beefy arms were suddenly around him in a tight hug. Dean felt tears sting in his eyes but refused to let them fall. Bobby let go and stepped back, giving Dean a single, reassuring nod. Then he turned around and got to work as if nothing had happened.
Dean's heart was fluttering dangerously. He buried his face inside the hood of a Chevrolet as a single hot tear rolled down each cheek.
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