Vanar
"It could be yours, too," he was surprised at himself, his words. He blushed and turned his attention to the flowers ahead of him.
~Castiel~
"Of course," his arms tightened around Dean's bare back, "I love you, Dean Winchester." He smiled in the darkness, loving how easily he could voice those passionate and true words now. The angel was wondering how quickly Dean would fall into slumber now that his mind was easing him of his worries.