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“What's no big thing?” Cas asks sharply, practically yanking him in the room and shutting the door, turning around and crossing his arms. He looks ten seconds from tapping his foot impatiently.
“It's nothing,” Dean says, looking away and scratching the back of his neck.
Cas sighs. “Elaborate, Dean, or I will be forced to draw my own conclusions. We have no idea where that will lead, so please explain.”
“I'd rather you jump to conclusions,” Dean admits, shrugging sheepishly, still looking at his feet.
“Okay,” Cas murmurs. “What it seems like is that you're attracted to me, and you either don't want to accept that, or you haven't realized it yet.”
Dean moves and sits on Cas’ bed, keeping his head pointed towards the ground. “Let's go back to never talking about it. Isn't the world about to end again or something?”
His defiance is all for naught, because Cas just walks up to him, grabs his face and forces him to look up. Dean tilts his head back and swallows, leaning away from Cas; that only proves to be a mistake, because Cas just steps forward into the space between Dean's legs, looking down at him.
And there they are, just like that.
John's first six months without Sherlock are the worst thing he's ever experienced, and he's fully prepared for the next to be just as hard. But he's surprised when Sherlock comes back and changes all of that, though he really shouldn't be.
Sherlock opens his mouth, clearly about to argue, or apologize, or speak at all, and isn't that the strangest thing? Sherlock speaking, living. John can't function, can't think, can't breathe. He just turns and rushes out the room, slamming the door behind him, stomping hurriedly down the stairs. Mrs. Hudson opens her door and sticks her head out.
“Where are you going?” Mrs. Hudson asks in concern, touching her hand to her cheek. “Oh, John, I tried to warn you, I did. It's a good thing, isn't it, him being back? Oh, don't go, John, just-”
He slams the door, not even throwing her a glance, sucking in air as soon as his feet hit the pavement. And here he is again, just as he was not too long before, having gotten everything he's wanted for six months, not being able to handle it.