Epiphany

“Dean, if you ever need to talk–”“I don’t,” Dean said pointedly, squaring his jaw he couldn’t help but watch as light framed Cas’s face.“Okay,” Cas said slowly, his voice low, “But from my experience from being human,” The light glittered in his eyes, touching his mouth with an alluring glow, “though very brief, I’ve found that talking about what I feel–” and Dean just couldn’t take it anymore.“Do you ever shut up?” Dean slurred, his words deep in his throat but audible as he leaned in. He restrained himself as much as he could, only touching Cas’s chin with the tips of his fingers, softly pressing his lips to Cas’s. His lips were as Dean imagined, heavenly. A feeling that he could get drunk on them alone crawled into Dean’s gut, something possessive, aggressive, protective.or;Dean is completely in love with his best friend, and when he kisses him while drunk, he runs away. He doesn't want to lose his best friend, but what if they could be something more?