Wings

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Dean wouldn't stop shifting.

"Dude, calm down! I can't drive with you moving out of the corner of my eye." Sam scolded.

Dean settled for tapping his foot rapidly. "Sorry, Sam. Just nervous, I guess." He sighed, running a hand through his light hair for the hundredth time.

"You're going to go bald." Sam muttered. "We have ten minutes until we get to the bunker. Can you just try to calm down?" Dean shook his head furiously.

"No. What if he sees me? I don't think I can avoid him anymore. I wish... Man, I don't know what I wish! I'm losing my mind!" Dean leaned his head back on the seat, his fingers tapping even faster than his foot.

"So then talk to him!" Sam shouted. He'd heard enough of Dean's scenarios to lose his own mind.

Dean sighed again. "You know I can't do that."

Sam was close to banging his head on the steering wheel, other cars be damned. "Well, I don't know what you want me to do." Sam said through gritted teeth.

Dean pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. "Why did I have to be the one to fall for an angel?" Dean asked angrily.

"Why can't you just admit you fell for him?" Sassy Sam asked.

Castiel groaned as the hot water seeped into his bones and soothed his mind. Nothing, however, could stop the rampaging thoughts he felt.

"Gabriel!" He heard Sam scream his boyfriend's name. Sam went to his room with Gabriel and slammed the door hard.

Castiel hummed softly as he tried his best to think about anything other than Dean. He blew air from his lips and counted to twenty. Finally, he stood up out of the tub, defeated. "How am I supposed to relax?" He mumbled. Castiel yanked a towel off the wrack and dried himself off haphazardly. He walked out of the bathroom and threw on some clothes. He saw Dean walking to his room. Something snapped.