heyhey! Sup fellas! As I write this now, I have no idea what this story will be of yet... Completely idealess. Let's just wing it. :) More chapters after this one bytheway. NOT DEAN/CAS.

Dean lay back, scubbing a hand across his face.
'Dean.' Dean sat up, scowling, at the sound of Castiel's voice.
'Go away Castiel.' He replied slowly, laying back.
'No. Dean, we have to talk about th-'
'There's nothing to talk about!' Dean shouted angrily, sitting up and getting off the bed. 'I'm not gay, you are, you kissed me!'
'Dean, that's not happened and you know it.'
'Yes, Castiel, it is.' Dean glared at him, eyes narrowed.
'Dean.' Dean looked about the room, ignoring the ex-angel. 'Dean. Dean.'
'Chrissakes, Castiel! Stop saying my name!' Castiel looked wounded, flinching away from Dean's bubbling anger.
'Dean. You started this. You kissed me. I kissed you back. We kissed each other.'
'No.'
'Yes.'
'No!' Dean span around, lashing out. Castiel crumpled to the floor, groaning, as the fist collided with his stomach with well-practiced aim and strength.
'D-Dean.' He stammered, spitting out blood.
'Shut up Castiel. You kissed me. You're queer. I'm not. Get over it.' Dean stalked out of the room, leaving Castiel coughing and taking long, rattling breaths on the floor.

DEAN pov

I swore, kicking a plastic bottle violently. It skidded through the darkness, coming to a stop under my baby, spraying water everywhere as it went. Some ass threw his water away and didn't have the decency to even tighten the lid. How irritating.
I climbed into the car, locking the doors behind me, and started driving.
How dare he? Insist that I had kissed him? No chance!
I pulled up outside a bar.
Women. Booze. Sure to make me feel better.

CASTIEL pov

My breath came in ragged pants, as I heaved blood onto the hotel carpet. I groaned, elbows failing as I tried to push myself up. Coughing and laying in a pool of my own blood, I closed my eyes, remembering how he'd kissed me. His soft yet hard and insistent lips against mine, tongues brushing...
My idea of heaven.
The opened quietly, and I looked about slowly, expecting to see Dean returning, though time had lost all meaning. A quiet, gentle swearing told me it wasn't Dean, it was Sam.
'Cas? What happened? Where's Dean?' He crouched beside me, helping me sit up.
'D-Drove off.' I mumbled. 'Dunno where.'
'Come on, you're covered in blood. Let's get you up. What happened?' He asked again, helping me stagger over to the bed- Dean's bed, that smelt like Dean.
'He kissed me. I kissed him. We kissed each other. He...said he didn't... I'm confused. Sam, did I do something wrong? He hit me then left. I must've done something wrong. It was good- very good- for me... But he's had much more experience... But he called me 'gay' and 'queer'. What's that mean?'
Sam looked startled by my confusion, then patted my shoulder. 'Dean shouldn't thought that you wouldn't understand. I believe you, that he kissed you first. Gay and queer are the same thing- it's a man who likes men. And I don't think you did anything wrong. Dean is just a ladies man. He would hate to admit that he loved kissing you- which he probably did.'
I took in all his words, but the only ones I heard over and over where 'he loved kissing you'. 'So... I'm gay?'
'That's for you to decide. Do you like women?' I nodded.
'I like everyone.' I replied, confused.
Sam laughed shortly. 'I mean... Do you want to.. Touch women? Kiss them?' I shook my head. 'And men, like Dean? What do you want to do to them?' Sam's face was carefully neutral, but I heard the way he felt in his voice - awkward.
'Are you sure you can do this Sam?' I asked. 'You seem to be bothered by the topic. Are you gay too?' Sam shook his head instantly, insistently.
'No. Just.. Answer the question Cas.'
I considered his previous words, then smiled weakly. 'I want to feel his body next to me. His lips, his eyes on me, his hands on me...' Sam cleared his throat, snapping me out of my thoughts.
'Just Dean, or other men too?'
'Some others.' I admitted slowly.
'Like who?'
'Dean, you... That's it. I don't really know any other men.'
'Me?' Sam glanced at the floor, and licked his lips anxiously. 'But you like Dean more?'
'I'm closer to Dean. I'm his angel, and we share a profound bond.'
'That's not what I asked and you know it.'
'I like you both. I... LoveyoumorethanDean.' I spoke in a rush, ducking my head. 'But I know, I know, you're not 'Gay'.'
'That's right. I'm not.' Sam rubbed a hand against the back of his neck.
I reached out unthinkingly, wanting to touch his silky skin. He flinched away, smiling weakly.
'Castiel, don't do this.' He whispered, hanging his head.
'Sorry.' I replied instantly, shuffling away.
'Aww, Cas...' He sighed. 'Don't feel bad. S'not your fault.'
'I don't get it, Sam. I love you and Dean. But neither of you love me back. It hurts so bad. Why does it hurt so much?'
'It's called heartbreak.'
I felt my eyes widen, and I glanced down at my chest, scrabbling to open the buttons on my shirt and touch the soft skin. 'My heart's broke?'
Sam laughed gently. 'Metaphorically, not literally. Chill. You'll be fine. Just try to stay away from Dean for a while. And I'm always here to help you Cas.'
'I know all your secrets, Samuel Winchester. All of them. Particularly the last few months, your inner conflict- though I have not yet discovered what that is about. Your issues. And I'm here for you, too.'
Sam smiled weakly, but it flickered. 'All of them?' I caught the infinitesimal twitch of his arm, and glanced up at him reassuringly.
'Yes. All of them. Self-harm is a bad habit, Sam. And it hurts me to watch you do it. Please stop, for me? I'll help you.'
'We'll help each other.' He assured me. 'Come on. Let's sleep.' He helped me up, staggering a little into his room as Dean's car pulled up outside. It only then crossed my mind how long we'd be talking.
Sam helped me remove my trench coat, shirt, dress trousers, shoes and socks before helping me into his bed. He sat tentatively on the edge, typing on his laptop.
'Will you teach me how to u-mail?' I asked curiously, pressing my face into his soft, beautifully smelling pillow.
'U-mail?' He laughed quietly. 'Oh, e-mail. Sure, of course. Tomorrow.'
He was still sat right on the edge of the bed, even as he put his laptop away.
'Sam.' I murmured sleepily. 'Lay down and sleep.' He shuffled down, still fully dressed, atop the covers and positioned awkwardly. 'Stop being ridiculous. Take those clothes off before I do it for you.' Perhaps sleep is making me forget to think before I speak, I thought drowsily, This is not good. But he sighed, and got up obediently, quickly removing his clothes and climbing in beside me. The twin bed didn't really give us much space, but I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him into me. Clearly I wasn't thinking before I acted either. He stiffened for a moment, then rolled in my grasp, eyes searching my face.
'Comfortable?'
'Extremely.' He replied, fingers skimming my cheek before he blushed. 'Sorry. That was out of line.'
'I'm not complaining.'
'I know, b-' I cut him off, catching his lips with mine, in a single, chaste kiss.
'Sorry. That was out of line.' I mimicked, giggling.
'Cas you're exhausted. Sleep.' His arms wrapped themselves around me as I lay on my back, one arm under his neck.
'This moment is too perfect to sleep.' I replied, but yawned at the same time.
'Stop yawning then.' He laughed gently, watching me. 'What's going on with us two, Cas?'
'I'm in love.' I carefully avoided the phrase 'I love you'; people usually didn't seem to respond well to my loving advances. 'And you are not 'Gay'.'
'Yeah, I'm straight... But Cas, I liked kissing you.' My heart stopped, and I smiled.
'Really?'
'Yeah.'
'You're tired. You're not thinking straight. Let's discuss this in the morning.' I kissed his stubbly cheek, stroking his hair off of his face.
Sam grinned, eyes slipping shut, snoring quietly in seconds.
I closed my eyes too, smiling to myself, remembering his lips on mine, and for a second, just a second, I could've sworn I remembered him kissing me back.