AN: Hey, guys! Whassup? Read any good fanfics ;) I am a HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE destiel shipper and I always feel like Sam gets a little jealous in some situations and so I was wondering what would happen if they both liked Castiel and Sam decided to act on it. Anyway I just wanted to get something out because I posted my first fanfiction like a month ago or something and i'm just trying to get into it. Anyway leave suggestions and reviews down below. I haven't yet decided if this should be a one-shot or have multiple chapters so you decide in the comments. Hehehehehe blame it all on you people. Well, that's all. I hope you enjoy.

'Broken Confessions'

"Dean, there's something I need to tell you." Sam spoke evenly, masking the fear underneath. He had waited all month for the right moment to tell Dean about this. First there had been the vampire hunt; too messy. Then they had demons on their tail; too serious. But the last week or so had been one easy hunt after another. Dean was in the perfect mood.

Dean didn't even pause in his path to the coffee machine. "Ok, shoot."

"You might want to sit down for it." Sam stated, smiling weakly at Dean's raised eyebrow. That was a good start. He had pondered letting him drink something stronger than coffee first to soften the blow, but had decided he wanted Dean with a clear head when he heard this. Maybe Dean would take it well, it wasn't like Sam had exactly been secretive about his longing for the angel. But then again he wasn't even sure Cas was aware.

Dean smirked and poured himself a cup of the coffee Sam had made earlier. Sam watched as he sat down at the long table in the living room of the bunker. He took a deep breath. Then another. Then another. Then another. There was no telling how Dean would react to this. Dean just wanted him to be happy right? But this... This was just awkward.

"Oh just spill it already," Dean chuckled bringing the coffee to his lips.

"I..I think I'm in love with Cas."

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Of all the things Dean had been expecting Sam to say that had been the absolute very last thing. On hearing that proclamation, he not only dropped the coffee he was holding, but forgot how to swallow the liquid already in his mouth. Which resulted in a sputtering, choking, burning, mess, all of which Dean was almost unaware of. All he could think was SAM LOVES CAS SAM LOVES CAS SAM LOVES CAS a never ending trio of words in his mind.

Dean had known for years how he felt about Cas. Hell, he even thought about telling Cas a few times. He had always dreamed of a time when he was man enough to be with Cas, but now he realized that those times were always destined to be just that. Dreams. Because Sam loves Cas. And even though Dean may never be able to look Cas in the eyes again. Those beautiful deep blue eyes that were just made for getting lost in. He had to do it. Because everything was for Sammy. Because he was for Sammy.

And then he heard a voice. Which he felt should be called THE voice because it was the only voice that mattered anymore. He could no longer lose himself in Cas's gravely tones. "Dean," the voice called, "Dean are you okay?"

"Dean!"

And then he was back, slouched on the floor, Sam hovering over him. He blinked and sat up. And nodded. And accepted his fate. Because it was for Sammy. And he could do anything for Sammy.

"Dude, I think you literally just gave me a heart attack," Dean chuckled outwardly. Because inside. Inside he was crying.

End Notes: So thanks for reading. You know the drill. Review and all that jazz. Also let me know if you want another chapter or if you think this makes a good ending. I love you guys. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee