Anna was saying something. Dean wasn't paying much attention as she prattled on about how doomed everyone was and how more demons had come upstairs from downstairs. It was the same bad news every time she held an 'apocalypse' meeting. He was really sick of bad news. Dean much more preferred to focus on the positive things, such as Castiel.
It had been weeks and Dean still couldn't believe what the angel had done for him. Like everyone else in Dean's life, he had expected Castiel to turn his back on him and to make Dean suffer while they went against what Dean had asked. But, not Castiel. Castiel rode in like a knight in shining armor, risked everything he had known about the world and grabbed Dean so they could run off into the sunrise. Dean bit his lip as he heard Bobby call him a "princess" in his head. Maybe he was over romanticizing the act, but Castiel had stood up against an entire army of archangels for him while sending Dean to safety. Part of him really did feel like a princess out of a storybook.
"Are you listening to me?" Anna asked, every word stressed with annoyance.
Dean blinked rapidly, "Uh, yeah. Of course. You were just telling us how we were all doomed."
"Maybe if you stopped fantasizing about riding into the sunset on magical ponies with my brother, you would have heard that I actually had good news."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Dean blushed as Castiel turned his gaze onto him then tilted his head. "I wasn't fantasizing about ponies."
Anna snorted, "You were one step away from it, Princess Deanna. Dean, Castiel, hold out your arms. I bought these for me, but if we're going to get any work out of God's Chosen over here, I'm going to have to make a sacrifice."
Dean shakily held out a hand and Castiel followed in suit. Anna pulled out a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs and cuffed both Dean's and Castiel's wrist. Castiel gave it a tug, testing out the strength of it.
"What are these?" Castiel asked.
"Handcuffs," Anna answered. "You can't get out of them until all your unrequited sexual tension is out of the way. Have fun, now I'm going to have to find Sam and do it the old fashioned way."
"Anna, wait!" Dean yelled, but it was too late, she was already gone.
Castiel stared at the handcuffs, "I did not mean for her to impose on you like that."
"I know, Cas. I really-"
Dean cut himself off as the door to the motel room opened. Sam walked inside carrying a few books he rented from the library about their latest job. He stopped in his tracks and looked at the handcuffs around their wrists.
"Erm, why are those handcuffs fuzzy?" Sam asked.
Dean blushed and looked at the handcuffs, trying to will them off with his mind, but having little success. While Castiel stared blankly at Sam, he wanted to know why everyone was making a big deal about these handcuffs. He had sensed before that it had something to do with Dean's thoughts from earlier but he did not understand.
"It was Anna," Dean said. "She's evil. She thinks Cas and I have unrequited sexual tension."
"And she handcuffed you two together?"
"Yes! You have to help us, Sammy!"
"Alright. I'll go rent another room. You two have fun now."
Sam left the room and Dean's blood boiled. He did not have sexual thoughts about Castiel. They were appreciative and grateful thoughts because Castiel had saved him, nothing more.
"Dean," Castiel said. "I don't understand. We care for each other, yet you don't want us to be together."
"It's a different kind of love, Cas. We're not- We don't-"
Dean made the mistake of looking at Castiel, his bright blue eyes staring lovingly at him. Castiel's head was tilted ever so slightly, trying to figure out the emotions he was feeling.
"Then why do I feel like I should press my lips against yours? You kissed Anna when you were feeling such desires. Why are these desires different when it comes to me?"
"Because- Well- I'm- and you're- You know, screw it."
Dean grabbed Castiel and pulled him close. Castiel inhaled sharply before Dean pressed his lips roughly into Castiel's. It was the best sensation Dean had ever experienced and if Dean didn't know any better he could have sworn he heard music swell.
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