You have had feelings for Dean ever since you met. You weren’t sure what it was at first but you came to the conclusion that you were in love with him, and he very clearly didn’t feel the same way. He doesn’t even like men. Throughout this whole thing, you’ve recently been dealing with an illness for the past few days, diagnosed as Hanahaki Disease. You’re coughing up blood along with flower petals every day, and it’s slowly killing you.

Dean walks into the bunker, coming back from a hunt.

“Hey, Cas. You look rough.”