Title: Inescapable

Warning: Slight talk of D/s (later), male on male sex

Pairing: Cas/Dean

Rating: For adults

Summary: Some things are so set in fate, so destined that they are inescapable. Set when Cas and Dean wouldn't stop eye sexing each other... more specifically sometime between when Dean came back from hell and Sam went to hell. :)

"Sam… Sam!"

Sam sleepily pushed away at Dean, "What are you doing?" Dean was crawling on Sam's bed, shaking him awake. He slapped at him, "Get off me, what are you doing?"

"See! See! You're slapping me! I don't get it!"

He moved back to let Sam wake up, Dean didn't look too panicked so Sam rubbed at his eyes and looked at the clock. 3am. "What the hell is going on?"

"Do I… do I seem like a girl to you?"

Sam glanced around, trying to figure out why Dean woke him up. Dean was sitting there staring at him like he was waiting for an answer, and he tried to remember the question. "What?"

"Why does everyone think I'm a girl?"

"Who thinks you're a girl?"

He pointed at the computer, "The people on there."

He couldn't help laughing, "Are you still reading that website?"

Dean didn't look impressed, face turning red, "Yes, you need to… do your computer stuff and make it go away."

"I can't Dean."

"Then find who can and make it go away."

He was dismissing him but Dean shoved off the bed to go back to the computer, clicking a few times and then came back, "Sammy, please."

"Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a twist."

"I don't wear panties!"

Sam chuckled at that, truth be told he was waking up enough to be able to bust Dean's chops, and shoved him out of the way to look at the computer. His eyebrows rose and despite himself a blush rose up his face. "Jesus Dean, why are you reading these."

"Why does everyone think you're in control?"

Sam gave him a sideways glance, but Dean was distracted. Just to aggravate him more he casually waved at the computer, "That's nothing, you should see what they think about you and Castiel."

"Me… me and Cas?"

His voice had gone an octave higher and Sam really turned to look at him, "You alright Dean?"

His face was bright red and he scrambled to click the page, "Where? Cas is an angel, he doesn't even… he doesn't even want…"

He shrugged, "I'm just the messenger."

"I… I've saved your life a lot of times, I made it out of hell for God's sake and they have me on my knees and begging… what the hell is that all about?"

Sam watched as Dean found the section of stories about him and Cas, and coughed over a laugh at the outrage on the other's face. "Well, technically Cas pulled you out…"

Even as he said it there was a small change in the room and suddenly Castiel was there, looking concerned. "You called?"

That… made it even funnier and Sam looked at Dean, ready to make a comment when he saw the look on his face. Dean looked almost nervous, looking up at Cas. "Cas…" He had never heard Dean sound like that, voice soft, shy.
Cas snapped his head to look at Dean, and Sam could have sworn his face softened for a moment before it went back to its normal blank look, "Did you call me Dean?"

It was stupid but Sam suddenly felt like he was missing something. The way Cas said Dean's name, the way he looked at him… but that was impossible.

"Not on purpose…"

"You're flush, are you sick?"

Sam shook off his confusion and butted in, stepping almost between the two of them, uncomfortable suddenly with the energy between them. "He's fine, just upset with something he found online."

He eyed Sam, distrustful as always, and physically stepped to the side so he could keep eyes on Dean, "Are you alright?"

Dean was looking away now, flush getting stronger as he seemed to remember what was on the computer and he scrambled to close the laptop, "I'm fine Cas, it's nothing."

"Call me if you need something."

"Wait!"

All of them seem startled by Dean's sudden yell, and if possible he blushed more. He mumbled out, "You're already here, we could talk about the next step, the … the … current plan."

Cas looked pleased, "Of course."

Sam did not like the look on either of their faces and he snapped out, "Thought you wanted help getting the stories about you being a sex slave off the computer."

"Sammy…" There was shock in his voice and Cas tilted his head at him.

"What?"

"Nothing Cas."

"Because of that prophet, people wrote stories about Dean being your sex slave, among other things."

"Sam!"

"Why would they do that."

"Jesus." Dean stomped towards the exit, and went to grab Cas's sleeve when he froze, looking away, "We're gonna leave, please Cas?"

Cas eyed him and then reached out, taking a firm grasp on Dean's sleeve, and pulled him towards the door, "Of course."

Frustrated Sam took a step towards them, "Dean." Cas pulled him almost roughly away, flashing a possessive look at him that made Sam stumble to a stop.

He let go of Dean's sleeve but gave him a small shove towards the door, "Wait outside Dean, I'll be right there."

It shocked him that Dean listened, heading out without even a backwards look and he looked to Cas, "You got something to say?"

He eyed him, "Dean does not belong to you." He glanced the way Dean had gone, his glare almost hot to the touch, "He wears my Brand Sam, its important you remember that."

"He doesn't… he doesn't belong to you."

Cas only tipped his head, giving him a knowing look and headed the way Dean had gone.