Title: Clear? Crystal.
Word Count: 506
Pairing: Destiel
A/N: Request was 'Destiel. Dean and Cas had a fight and broke up. Sam tries to get them back together. Bonus if Sam handcuffs them together.'
Summary: They'd never gone this long without speaking before. End!Verse.
Warnings: Slash, implied drug use.
It's before Detroit.
Sam's worried.
They'd never gone this long without speaking before. One of them always caved and honestly, neither of them are any use to anyone when they've got their heads up their own asses. He can see where they're both coming from, he really can, and that's what hurts. Dean's a fucking dick, that hurts him just as much as it hurts Cas, but he was still right. Meth is a bad drug. Out of all the shit they'd messed around with as kids, Dean always had one rule, 'No Crack, No Heroin, No Meth,' and Sam had listened.
Dean apparently never told Cas that rule. Maybe he figured ex-angels were above the influence.
It's two weeks later, and Cas is stoned out of his mind, just pot, though, and Sam sits him down. They're sitting on Cas's floor, Cas is hugging his legs and looking dazed. Sam leaning against Cas's bed akwardly. They'd still never 'clicked' like he'd hoped.
"Hey, Castiel," Sam starts even though know one calls him by his real name anymore, "I really think you and my brother need to talk."
Cas's eyes are closed and Sam's about to repeat himself when he finally answers. "Dean just doesn't understand, Sam. It just made me feel complete. He asked me to stop, I did. How was I supposed to know he'd react that way?"
"You gotta stop acting like it doesn't affect him. It does, he just . . he's not very good at expressing himself, you know? He's just worried about you."
"Yeah," Cas mumurs, closing his eyes again, "He's got a fantastic way of showing it."
Talking to Dean was just as pointless and Sam is beyond pissed. He doesn't know what makes him do it, but before he's even realized he's made a decision, he's got Castiel by the hand and is dragging him back to Dean's room, not carrying about the way Cas stumbles at Sam's pace.
Dean looks outraged when they bust in, face contorted in a hard expression he never used to make.
"Sam, what are you doing here? Why'd you bring him?"
Sam can admit that Cas's right. Dean can be cruel now.
"I've fucking had enough with you two. Dean, sit the fuck down." And Sam's so pissed that Dean actually listens.
He got the handcuffs from Chuck and he's pretty sure they're police issued, so they're not getting out anytime soon. Sam stands outside and listens at the door at first, just to make sure they don't kill each other, but by the time he hears Cas groaning and the undeniable sounds of Dean sucking his cock, Sam's got his fingers in his ears and is making his way back to his own room.
But hey, at least they're not fighting anymore.