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It’s early in the morning when
Castiel drops onto the chair right across from Sam at the kitchen
table and announces, “I love you.”

Sam who just happens to take a big
gulp of his coffee starts to choke immediately since these are
seriously not the words he expected to hear instead of the usual
“Good morning”.

“Um … what?” he asks confused.

“I love you,” Castiel repeats
with an easy smile on his lips. “And I wanted to thank you.”

Sam blinks a few times, staring at
the angel in front of him and wondering if he’s maybe still dreaming
or something. “For what?”

“You encouraged me to be honest
about my feelings for Dean,” Castiel reminds him. “And so I did.
Last night.”

Oh.

Oh!

Sam’s eyes widen because suddenly
all of this makes sense. He remembers quite vividly how he told his
friend two days ago to just go for it “because Dean is
too fucking thick-headed to get it otherwise”.

“Really? What did Dean say?”

Castiel ducks his head but Sam
doesn’t miss the slight blush on his cheeks. “It went … really
well,” he says, his lips twitching upwards. “You were right, Sam.
So thank you.”

Sam can’t keep himself from
grinning. It’s about freaking time that those two idiots got their
shit together! “You’re welcome.”

“And I want to be honest about my
feelings for you as well,” the angel continues. “I love you, Sam.
Not in the same way I love Dean of course but you are very important
to me.”

Sam feels something warm pressing
within his chest and he’s quite certain it’s not the coffee that’s
still somewhere inside his esophagus.

But before he’s able to form a reply
Dean strolls into the kitchen, in sweatpants and a light shirt,
looking more relaxed and at ease than in a long time. It truly suits
him and Sam hopes it’ll stay with him for quite a while.

“So you’re confessing your love to
everyone now, huh?” Dean stops right beside Castiel, a hand on the
angel’s shoulder, an amused glint in his eyes. “Who’s next? The
cashier at the store down the street?”

“She is very nice,”
Castiel counters, exchanging a soft look with Dean that seems
actually too intimate and deep for Sam to witness. “She deserves to
know that she’s appreciated.”

Dean laughs. “How about you finish
your love declaration, grab your damn cup of coffee and come back to
bed.”

His smirk turns seductively in an
instant and Castiel apparently can’t prevent the flush on his face
while Sam tries his hardest not to think about what Dean is
suggesting.

“Yeah, please just go!” he
encourages them instead. “Go, go, go!”

Dean looks way too smugly when he
drags Castiel onto his feet and leads him toward the coffee maker and
Sam is rather certain that he’ll have to listen to their sex tales in
the near future although he seriously hopes he will be dead by then.

“And Cas?” Sam asks as he
watches his brother and his best friend selecting the coffee mug that
serves the angel best. “I love you too.”

Castiel beams at that as if he just
received the most amazing gift ever.

And so Sam turns his attention
toward Dean, opening his mouth to spill his guts to him as well but
before he’s even able to form a word Dean interjects, rolling his
eyes, “Yeah, yeah, yeah! Everyone loves everyone. My
freaking heart is melting over here.”

He snorts before he urges Castiel to
hurry up and pushes him out of the door the second the angel finished
his task, fidgeting impatiently. But before Dean disappears around
the corner he throws Sam one last glance and says, “You’re such a
sentimental idiot, Sammy.”

And Sam can’t help but smile since
in Dean’s book this means nothing else than “I fucking love you
too”.

peanutbutterjelly-pie:

It’s early in the morning when
Castiel drops onto the chair right across from Sam at the kitchen
table and announces, “I love you.”

Sam who just happens to take a big
gulp of his coffee starts to choke immediately since these are
seriously not the words he expected to hear instead of the usual
“Good morning”.

“Um … what?” he asks confused.

“I love you,” Castiel repeats
with an easy smile on his lips. “And I wanted to thank you.”

Sam blinks a few times, staring at
the angel in front of him and wondering if he’s maybe still dreaming
or something. “For what?”

“You encouraged me to be honest
about my feelings for Dean,” Castiel reminds him. “And so I did.
Last night.”

Oh.

Oh!

Sam’s eyes widen because suddenly
all of this makes sense. He remembers quite vividly how he told his
friend two days ago to just go for it “because Dean is
too fucking thick-headed to get it otherwise”.

“Really? What did Dean say?”

Castiel ducks his head but Sam
doesn’t miss the slight blush on his cheeks. “It went … really
well,” he says, his lips twitching upwards. “You were right, Sam.
So thank you.”

Sam can’t keep himself from
grinning. It’s about freaking time that those two idiots got their
shit together! “You’re welcome.”

“And I want to be honest about my
feelings for you as well,” the angel continues. “I love you, Sam.
Not in the same way I love Dean of course but you are very important
to me.”

Sam feels something warm pressing
within his chest and he’s quite certain it’s not the coffee that’s
still somewhere inside his esophagus.

But before he’s able to form a reply
Dean strolls into the kitchen, in sweatpants and a light shirt,
looking more relaxed and at ease than in a long time. It truly suits
him and Sam hopes it’ll stay with him for quite a while.

“So you’re confessing your love to
everyone now, huh?” Dean stops right beside Castiel, a hand on the
angel’s shoulder, an amused glint in his eyes. “Who’s next? The
cashier at the store down the street?”

“She is very nice,”
Castiel counters, exchanging a soft look with Dean that seems
actually too intimate and deep for Sam to witness. “She deserves to
know that she’s appreciated.”

Dean laughs. “How about you finish
your love declaration, grab your damn cup of coffee and come back to
bed.”

His smirk turns seductively in an
instant and Castiel apparently can’t prevent the flush on his face
while Sam tries his hardest not to think about what Dean is
suggesting.

“Yeah, please just go!” he
encourages them instead. “Go, go, go!”

Dean looks way too smugly when he
drags Castiel onto his feet and leads him toward the coffee maker and
Sam is rather certain that he’ll have to listen to their sex tales in
the near future although he seriously hopes he will be dead by then.

“And Cas?” Sam asks as he
watches his brother and his best friend selecting the coffee mug that
serves the angel best. “I love you too.”

Castiel beams at that as if he just
received the most amazing gift ever.

And so Sam turns his attention
toward Dean, opening his mouth to spill his guts to him as well but
before he’s even able to form a word Dean interjects, rolling his
eyes, “Yeah, yeah, yeah! Everyone loves everyone. My
freaking heart is melting over here.”

He snorts before he urges Castiel to
hurry up and pushes him out of the door the second the angel finished
his task, fidgeting impatiently. But before Dean disappears around
the corner he throws Sam one last glance and says, “You’re such a
sentimental idiot, Sammy.”

And Sam can’t help but smile since
in Dean’s book this means nothing else than “I fucking love you
too”.