I'm not…
Dean is one hundred percent sure he's not gay.
He tells Sam that over breakfast, his brother spurting coffee across the table and staining Dean's brand new tie. Coughing, Sam looks at him funny, thumping his fist on his chest.
I'm not, Dean says, Sam's strange and bewildering look turning into (almost) a hidden smile.
Dean finishes his pancakes and sausages, Sam refraining from prodding his brother for more information about this peculiar revelation. Dean removes his tie as they leave, tucking it into the hidden pocket in his fake FBI suit. He tosses the dirty one into a plastic bag at the Impala and takes out another tie from his travel bag; it's a solid navy blue tie, Sam's eyebrows arching slightly, Dean looking at him as he loops his tie.
I'm not gay, is the only sentence that passes through his mouth.
Sam puts his hands up in mock surrender, a smile unfolding on his lips.
From there, they travel to a small town, Led Zeppelin playing the whole way. Metallica hits the sound system when the streets grow busy, Dean looking at his brother.
No one gay would listen to Metallica, he says.
No one without a mullet, Sam says back.
Dean chooses not to respond verbally and instead smacks Sam over the head.
In the little town, at the graveyard behind the abandoned church, Dean dusts off his pants and runs a hand through his gooey monster hair.
No one gay would ever let this happen to their hair, Dean says; Sam rolls his eyes and heads back to the Impala.
***
In the next town they see Castiel.
The angel stands at the end of the towns dock, Dean immediately going towards him without so much of a glance at Sam.
Sam holds back and lets them talk, noticing the way that Dean's posture relaxes and the way that Castiel looks at Dean – all flowery and prideful and kinda like how his older brother looks at a scrumptious piece of pie.
Sam rolls his eyes again as he walks closer, Castiel nodding at the younger Winchester before he vanishes.
I'm not gay, Dean says, mumbling to himself.
Nah, you're angel sexual, Sam pipes up, slapping his brother on the back.
Dean looks at Sam - shocked - realising that his brother overheard. And then he pauses, his brow crumpling and thinks.
Angel sexual, an upbeat sound in Dean's voice. I'm angel sexual.
Sam can't stop rolling his eyes, Dean all too pleased with himself.
Sam pats Dean on the shoulder as his brother begins to whistle, his mind at ease. Sam starts to walk to the motel, the sound of wings hitting the air; he stops and takes one step back, hearing Dean say rather loudly to Castiel: hey guess what, Cas? I'm…
Sam doesn't stay around to hear the rest.