Characters: Dean/Cas and Sam
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Supernatural and no money was made from writing this story.
Summary: It figured that the first time either of them said "I Love You" was during an argument. I didn't exactly manage the prompt. Fail on my part. This is definitely a read between the lines fic.
A/N: This was written for d_hearts_c for the Dean/Cas Valentine's Challenge. Due to time constraints, this is unbetaed. I apologize for that.
“Of all the stupid, dumbass things to do,” Dean ranted, arms crossed tightly over his chest.
Sam looked up from his laptop. “Hey, isn’t that usually my line?”
Dean glared at him. “You’re not funny.”
“Sure I am,” Sam replied.
“Okay, this,” Dean said with an outward swipe of his hand, “isn’t funny.”
Sam nodded. “You’re right. It isn’t.” He chewed on his lip for a second, as if trying to find something comforting to say. When in doubt, go for the evident facts. “He’ll be fine. He is an angel.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”
“All I’m saying is that he’s been taking care of himself for centuries. A lot longer than that, actually. Cas is tough. He’ll be okay.” Sam narrowed his eyes, watching as his brother paced by. “Why are you so worried about him?”
“I’m not worried,” Dean muttered. He didn’t stop pacing. He didn’t even slow down.
Sam snorted. “Yeah, sure you’re not. You’re just going to wear a hole in the carpet.”
“When did you stop giving a shit, Sam? You like Cas.”
“Not as much as you,” Sam muttered, his eyes falling to his laptop. Sure, he liked Cas just fine. The angel had helped them out numerous times. He owed him his life, and more importantly, he owed him his brother’s life. He just wasn’t in love with him. Not that he was going to tell Dean that. Dean was going to have to his big gay epiphany on his own.
“Why don’t you clean your guns or something?” Sam suggested as he watched Dean stalk by again.
“Because you’re giving me a headache,” Sam replied.
“So don’t look,” Dean said. “I thought you were looking for crap on the internet, anyway.”
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s called research and –“ His mouth snapped closed when he heard the telltale sound of displaced air that signified Cas’s arrival. Sam swore he heard Dean suck in a deep breath and didn’t release it until after Cas appeared and was still standing.
Dean stepped forward, his gaze traveling up and down Cas’s body several times. For a second Sam thought he was going to hug him. He was certainly close enough.
“Where the hell have you been?” Dean growled. No such luck on the hugging.
“I told you where I was going. I had to lead them away, Dean. It wasn’t –“
“Bullshit, Cas,” Dean snapped.
That was his cue. Sam sighed and closed his laptop. “I’m going to the McDonald’s up the street and make use of the free Wi-Fi.”
Dean stepped back as if remembering Sam was still in the room. “What? Why?”
“As much fun as it is to watch your lovers’ quarrel, I’d rather be drinking an iced coffee and doing actual research.” Sam paused at the doorway. “I’m glad you’re okay, Cas.”
“Thank you, Sam.”
Dean watched the door close. Sam had taken the words right out of his mouth because that was really was this was about, wasn’t it? He was getting to that. Dean just wanted to yell about it first. A lot.
“What the hell, Cas?” Dean started again. “You need to be more careful.”
“Angel of the Lord, Dean, or have you forgotten that?” Cas replied, his voice dropping.
“Look, I get it. You’re a badass. You can smite people, but you weren’t going after people. You were going after other angels.”
“You hunt things that are stronger than you every day,” Cas pointed out. “I fail to see the difference.”
“Oh, there’s a difference.” Why the hell couldn’t Cas see that?
Cas nodded once. “What is it?”
“There –" Dean struggled to find the right words. When he couldn’t, he crossed his arms over his chest again. “There just is, okay?”
“No, there isn’t. I watch you hunt things that are more powerful than you, smarter than you, stronger than you, and I can’t always help you. Most of the time I can’t help you. How do you think that makes me feel?”
Dean rolled his eyes. He felt uncomfortable and Cas crowding his personal space wasn’t helping. “So now you have feelings,” Dean muttered sarcastically. It was a low blow, and Dean knew that.
Cas stepped closer, so close Dean could feel the unnatural heat from his body. “I have feelings because you made me feel, Dean. I have feelings for you. And if you think I wouldn’t gladly sacrifice myself so you –“
“You see,” Dean cut across him, “that’s my problem. I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself. I don’t want you in danger at all! If something happens to you…” He trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence. It was as close to a declaration as Dean would ever come.
Cas somehow managed to step even closer, his gaze softening. “You can’t protect me, Dean.”
“I can damn sure try.”
“Just as I will try to protect you,” Cas said.
“Yeah,” Dean mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Glad we got that cleared up.” He stepped back, his eyes darting around the room as he tried to think of something else to talk about that wasn’t a completely obvious change of subject. Not that Cas would notice anyway.
“I should go,” Cas said.
“Wait.” Dean spun around, his hand itching to reach for the angel. “Stay for awhile. We can mock the infomercials.”
The corner of Cas’s mouth tilted up. “I’d like that.”
Dean picked up the remote and dropped on the end of the bed, flicking on the television with a push of the button. “I think I’m going to get Sam one of those Pillow Pets that we saw last week.”
“The red puppy was nice,” Cas said. “It’s a very utilitarian gift.”
Dean snorted and flipped through the channels, settling on the infomercial for the Roll-a-Lotion Applicator. Despite the incredible amount of mocking material that was currently on the television, Dean wasn’t paying attention to the screen.
“I’m glad you’re here, Cas.”
“I’m glad I’m here, too.”