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The first ten eight people to comment with a pairing and a prompt get a kiss!drabble. Prompt can be specific ("first kiss, under the mistletoe, with people watching") or completely random ("feather"). If you don't get something within a half hour I will probably post it later tonight instead
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Castiel had only just appeared. Taken aback, he frowned at Dean. "I don't know what you mean."
"That line of yours. Your problems always come first. The hell is that about?"
Confusion faded quickly to anger. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm busy these days. And to be honest, I'm sick of you acting like you are the only people on the planet. Do you have any idea the magnitude of what I'm dealing with up there? This could take everything we did and throw it out the window, Dean. I am fighting as hard as I can to preserve what we fought for."
"You're the second person in as many weeks to give us hell about being selfish. You wanna know what's selfish? Leaving without saying goodbye. Not even answering the damn phone. I needed you, Cas. You were my last good friend and I needed you."
"I told you my intentions."
"I didn't expect you to be gone the same second!"
"Well, I'm sorry for my bad timing, but pardon me for having a mess to clean up that made your trauma seem insignificant in comparison. And I say that knowing just how traumatized you were. That's the scale of what I was dealing with."
"Great, thanks for telling me. Finally. Damn it, Cas, what was I supposed to think? You didn't say anything. You didn't talk to me."
"You couldn't have helped."
"I would have at least listened!" Dean rubbed his face with one broad hand, trying to keep his calm. "If you're in trouble, I want to help, Cas. That's what friendship means to me. Maybe I was stupid to think that you felt the same way. Maybe you don't even know what it means to care--"
His hand was knocked away. Castiel grabbed him by the collar, yanked him in, and kissed him hard.
There was no tenderness, no romance. It was an exclamation point. A screaming mess of a confession that left no room for an answer.
"Don't ever, ever think I don't care about you. If I don't help it's because I can't help."
He let go, stood there as Dean touched his own lips with trembling fingers, and glared. Finally, he turned his back. "I need you to believe in me, Dean," he muttered, almost too low to hear. "Nobody else does anymore."
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Glad I tracked you down! I didn't realize you knew an old forum buddy of mine! ;-)
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