The Divine Power Of Man/slash Ending, Part 3 Dean: Dean was confused. Cas was angry at him, getting right up in his face, not something unusually about that, but the anger flamming in his eyes, that was different. Cas was practically glowing with anger, and eventhough he knew he should fear the anger of the angel, Dean was just glad to see a little passion back in the angel. He had been mopping around lately, without that spark that made him Cas. It certainly was back now. With a vengance. Good on ya, Cas. But now he was looking at him in a very strange manner and Dean didn't know what to make of it. It was both creepy as hell, but also kind of...nice. Maybe. "What? What, I got a buggar on my face or something?" He said so that maybe Cas would stop with the starring. No such luck. Cas just suddently walked back to him, slow and measured, like some kind of cat on a hunt. He didn't say anything just, keept starring at him and suddently a crooked smile creept up on his face. Diffiantly hot, Dean thought, and took a step back as that realisation hit him. Where the hell did that come from? He could feel his heart starting to beat faster and his breathing hitching in his throath. "Cas, man, what the hell is going on? Your starting to creep me out here!" Castiel: "You want to help me, Dean?" I asked and eventhough I was strangely nervous, a calming presence had settled over me. This was how it had to be. It was part of the big plan, I was sure of it. He nodded, looking more nervous then I felt. It calmed me down a bit. I stopped right infront of him, smelling the leather from his jacked. This was right. "Do you trust me, Dean?" He hesitated a moment, then nodded. "Sure." He did. I knew for sure. It was one of his many flaws. But right now, it was essential for what I had to do. I places each of my hands on each side of his face, and looked him straight in his eyes, forcing him to calm down. It worked, a bit. his breathing calmed down and as unnatural as it was for me to do so, I smiled at him. For him, maybe. It relaxed him even further and as I pulled him down towards my face, he was compleatly relaxed. There was no struggle as I kissed him. His eyes closed after a couple of seconds and he joined in in the kiss. I pulled him to the grass and lay beside him, never breaking the contact. This was it, if I wanted to connect with his body, mind and soul all in once. As his hand made contact with my vessels neck and his fingers softly pressed in to the skull, I knew this was a no go. Dean obvius didn't know what he got him self in to. There was feelings behind his actions, not an act of need for something greater. He kissed me back because he wanted to, not because he was helping me with finding God. As we lay there, on the field in the dark, under the stars, I realised that, maybe I couldn't find God, maybe, I couldn't save the Heavenly kingdom from Raphael and I probably couldn't help Sam getting his soul back, but I could do this. I could let Dean have this moment in time, feeling free and boundless. Free from the stress of hunting, of looking out for his brother, of feeling the weight of the universe balacing on his shoulder. I could help him carrying that load. As I realised that, a warm wave of acceptence, love and a feeling that this was right, rushed over me. I may not have found God, but I knew that God had found me. Us. In a field in Hickville, Wyoming. The end.