[ Even as he thinks it, as the words slip out of his mouth, he realizes that he doesn't have any regrets about confessing it like maybe he thought he would. He did a lot of thinking in Deerington both before and after Cas showed up, contemplating just what his desperation to have his angel back meant to him, and how the palpable relief of their embrace in the streets of a crumbling city sent him to a more peaceful place despite the ruin all around them.
It's a truth that has long needed to be said, a hidden and buried thing that Dean had ignored for years, pressing it down because an indulgence like love wasn't something he had the luxury of entertaining. Not like Cas, who spread his affections like wildfire, banged every gong he could find both back home and then here, but Dean finds it truly doesn't matter.
The thing they share is far more complex than that; other people wouldn't understand, couldn't hope to ever comprehent.
But Dean, he knows - maybe he's always known, and as he tips forward into Cas and drinks his kisses down, he is more sure than ever of his words, the thunder in his head, the resounding mantra of I love you, I love you, I love you. ]
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It's a truth that has long needed to be said, a hidden and buried thing that Dean had ignored for years, pressing it down because an indulgence like love wasn't something he had the luxury of entertaining. Not like Cas, who spread his affections like wildfire, banged every gong he could find both back home and then here, but Dean finds it truly doesn't matter.
The thing they share is far more complex than that; other people wouldn't understand, couldn't hope to ever comprehent.
But Dean, he knows - maybe he's always known, and as he tips forward into Cas and drinks his kisses down, he is more sure than ever of his words, the thunder in his head, the resounding mantra of I love you, I love you, I love you. ]