(prompt: Sheriff!Cas/Outlaw!Dean, blatant disregard for historical accuracy lol)
Castiel has stared down the wrong end of a gun barrel many, many times - but never while the love of his life held the trigger. With his arms tied around a tree behind his back, he stands defiantly, however immobile.
He wants to blame Alistair for the change in Dean, but Dean’s old gang leader had died six months ago. Cas had watched him fall off that ledge into the river. Dean came back to town with Cas. Dean reformed - or so Cas thought.
"You should have stayed in town, Sheriff," Dean says through gritted teeth. He doesn’t look down the sights of the colt, but at this range, only a yard or so away, he really doesn’t need to. "You shouldn’t have followed me."
"I wasn’t given this badge to stay in town," Cas says.
Dean huffs. “So they sent you after me in the middle of the night with no backup? Don’t lie to me, Cas.”
Cas almost laughs, but chokes it off before it ever leaves his throat. It tastes bitter in his mouth. “‘Don’t lie to me?’ That doesn’t mean much coming from you.”
"Don’t start on me," Dean says, voice gruff, but Cas is too tired to be intimidated. He’s too sad to be scared.
"How long were you going to let me believe you loved me?" Cas asks. He can feel his engagement ring tight around his finger. He wishes his hands were free so that he could remove it - so that he could throw it at Dean. "Were you going to wait for the wedding?"