[ there's no one that can make him blush like dean does, who can make his spine and knees turn to jelly with a smile alone, and castiel is entirely, painfully aware that it's simply because he's enamored with this arrogant, reckless, grating, warm, kind, devastatingly handsome man. it's enough to make a grown man indignant. castiel isn't used to behaving this way. certainly, he's an awkward sort, always has been, but he's always been relatively confident in himself, or at the very least very solemn and serious, not the sort to stammer and flush like an empty-headed teenager. ]

Err..

[ he states, elegantly, his eyes dropping away from dean's face, warmth creeping up his neck and into his face and ears again. ]

No, I'll have you know that no one has ever said that.

[ he finally answers, a little more strongly, lying full on his side with his head pillowed against his folded arm, his eyes lifting up to the glittering skies. the view here truly is spectacular. thousands of stars dot the night sky, and flung across it, a wide swath of glowing milky way like the arm of god himself encircling the globe, possessive and vigilant. castiel's voice softens. ]

It's just that I've.. always felt this way. Like I belong up there. Like I could fly into the stars and never look back. I love everything about it, everything about the universe, how great and grand and profound it all is.