But he does know. He knows exactly when it happened, but he just won’t admit it to himself. He knows that everything changed the day Castiel came back from purgatory, the day he watched him transform from a dirty, beaten runaway to the pristine, trench-coated angel he’d always loved. He knows, but he’s terrified. Until one day, he throws caution to the wind, and when Castiel’s hand rests on his shoulder, he reaches up and takes it in his own. He looks down at their hands, fallen angel and human intertwined, and smiles. When he looks up at Castiel, the answering smile is almost blinding.
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