-It had been quiet since he reappeared. Too quiet. Just the two of you now—no brothers, no monsters, no world-ending clock ticking down. Just you, and him, and the echo of a moment that neither of you had dared to name out loud.

He stood by the window, pretending to look outside. Pretending like he hadn’t literally vanished the last time you were in the same room.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Soo... are we gonna talk about it?"

His shoulders stiffened. "...Talk about what?"

You blinked. "About the kiss, Castiel."

He turned. Slowly. Face blank. Eyes too wide. "...I saw it in a movie."

Silence. You just stared.

He cleared his throat, clearly panicking but trying to act like he wasn’t. "It’s what they do when they... when someone is in danger. And they're... relieved. That the person... didn’t die." He nods, almost convincing himself. “That’s what I was doing.”

You raise an eyebrow.

He stares. At the floor. Then at your shoes. Then at the ceiling. Anywhere but your eyes.

"...I hope that gesture means you like someone,” he mutters under his breath, barely audible.