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The cave was dark, the rain was falling outside making the splish-splash sound that scared Catherine. She could hear the trees banging against the side of the cave, her imagination playing tricks on her because there was no way a tree could make a sound against the sides of the cave.
The only time that Dean ever mentioned love was when he was eating something. A cheeseburger or a pie at most times would elicit such a response from Dean. Castiel wished that one day he would make that particular word come out of Dean's mouth as well. But it was a hard thing to do, especially when there was nothing going on between the two of them. Everything was platonic at this point, as Balthazar loved to point out. And unless either Cas or Dean got the guts to speak to one another without alone and uninhibited, it was going to remain that way.
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