Dean didn't really like how down Cas seemed. "Cas?" He asked softly, a note of concern. I mean Cas knows how he feels...he's said way much more than he usually does. "Do you think...we won't?" He was terrified of his answer. If Cas didn't want him he wasn't sure he would be able to handle it. It had taken so long to admit it and now he feared it would be too late. He hated Lucifer for what had happened. How he manipulated Castiel, desperate to save his friends and the world he loved. He hated him more than he hated anything else.

He looked down at their hands as Cas started to traces his palm, obviously thinking deeply.