"'Dean slowly caresses Sam's cheek with burning passion and placed a long, affectionate kiss on Sam's juicy lips.' Dude, what is this crap? It's more disgusting than all the awkward family dinners we never had!" Dean closed Sam's laptop in disgust.
"I dunno man. It's sick. Do they even know that we are brothers?"
"I don't think they care." The two brothers spin around and are greeted by Castiel and his vessel's dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. Castiel is the "angel of the Lord" who brought Dean back from Hell and saved the brothers' lives countless times with his angel knowledge and social awkwardness.
"Cass, we've talked about this."
"Uh, right, sorry Dean. Personal space." It makes Dean uncomfortable being so close to Cass; a literal angel of perfection. When near the angel, Dean's heart races and his body tingles.
"Cass, what's up? A new case? Lilith; Lucifer; Anna?" In the past few months, after Castiel's rebellion, the trio have been up against pretty much all of both Heaven and Hell.
"No, Sam, no case."
"Then why are you even here? Don't you have some kinda angely thing to do?" Dean waves his hands, motioning to the sky. One think Dean did not like to do, was waste time when innocent lives were at stake.
With a confused head tilt, Castiel replies, "I just wanted to...'hang out.'"
"Since when," Sam chuckles. "Since when do we 'hang out'? None of us have time."
"W...well, I thought that you guys might want to...But I could always go find more omens to tell us where Lucifer is." The angel expresses his hurt feelings by turning to Dean and using his "cute little angel" face.
"No, Cass." Castiel's expression makes Dean feel guilty. "I was just going to go to the bar for a beer. You can come with me, if you want."
"Well, only if I can get a hamburger. My vessel's food habits are, unusual, for me."
"Sam, you stay." In response to Sam's confused face, Dean says, "Research something, it's your new responsibility."
"Dean, you know I don't need a rehab regimen. I'm fine." Sam had only just recently gotten control of his...shall we say addiction, to blood, that is. Dean had caught Sam drinking from a demon girl named Ruby; the sly bitch was training Sam to use his psychic powers to gank demons. But Sam took it too far. And Dean fixed it, sorta.
"What regimen?" Dean and Cass leave the two bed hotel room in the middle of Las Vegas.
In the bar, Cass finds a booth in the back of the bar while Dean orders two beers and a hamburger. The bar was poorly lit, dingy, and empty, besides one couple kissing by the pool table.
"Listen, Cass. I think Sam has been getting worse in the past few weeks. He is always in a bad mood, he leaves the hotel in the middle of the night, and he drinks, a lot."
"Well, think of it this way, were you 100% fine after Hell?"
"No. But Sam didn't go to Hell, he went through Hell." With a deep sigh, Dean continues. "Since Hell, I...feel new, different things. Things I didn't feel before."
"Things?"
"I...I'm attract...Do I have to say it, can't you just read my mind? Please?"
Cass stares into Deans eyes, concentrating. Dean notes his fluttery heart and the butterflies in his stomach.
The angels eyes widen. "Oh, you feelings are towards...me?"
"No," Dean chuckles nervously. "Yes. No! No. I, uh, just don't know why. I mean, am I usually up for a late night 'adventure', but not like this."
"Dean, it's mutual." Cass reaches for Dean's hand across the table.
"I..." Dean's voice cracks as he searches Castiel's eyes, as if looking for an answer to an unknown question.
The two, uncertain men, inch closer until a breath's length apart. Dean and Cass slowly kiss, looking at each other for approval. They fumble, not like men, but two tentative boys, unsure of what is right and what is wrong.
Looking down, ashamed, Castiel simply says, "I'm sorry," then disappears leaving Dean alone in the bar.
"Dean, what did you do to Cass? He came here and told me that he can't work with us anymore."
"Nothing, Sammy, I didn't do anything." Dean throws down the keys to the Impala.
"Dean, stop lying-"
"Sam," Dean gives his brother a weary look.
"Then why did Cass just up and leave? What are we missing that he's not telling us?" Sam searches his brothers hazel-green eyes, as if they have the answer.
"More like what are you missing, Sammy." Dean sighs, thinking to himself. "I'm going to bed. We have to see Bobby tomorrow; tell him that there is nothing here"