A/N: This is the first part of a fic I'm writing. I'll probably post the rest either tomorrow or the next day. Also, this is the first destiel fic I've posted, so can you please nice? This is unbeta'd, so all mistakes are my own (feel to correct anything in the comments). So, um, enjoy? Yeah, yeah enjoy sounds good.
Disclaimer: If I owned supernatural, oh the things I would do… *evil laughs*
"Hey there, Sammy. Um, what exactly are you doing up there?" Dean asked, while glancing at Sam, who had been standing on a later the last five minutes. Dean really didn't want to ask, but his curiosity had over took him.
"Huh? Oh," Sam said, as he finally moved to show a plant with red berries hanging from the ceiling. "I was just hanging some mistletoe." Deans eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"And why are you hanging mistletoe?" Dean inquired, slowly. He knew that his brother had wanted to celebrate Christmas more… thoroughly, but it made no sense that he was hanging some mistletoe when neither one of them were dating anyone, liked anyone, even. Well, in Deans case…. but that didn't count because he was sure that the feeling was most definitely not returned. Dean shook his head, trying to get his mind out of that particular thought process.
Sam smirked, "So you can finally have a reason to stop being such a wimp and kiss Cas." At Deans stunned expression, he continued. "Oh, don't even bother trying to deny it. I know for a fact that you are gay for our resident angel."
Dean blushed a scarlet red, "Ho- how did you know? Am I really that obvious?" He was honestly baffled; how the fuck did Sam knew about his huge, completely embarrassing crush? Dean thought that he had hided it decently well, but obviously, this was not the case. Fuck, what if Cas knew? He would surely die of embarrassed, if that were true.
Sam saw how scared his brother looked, and decided to take pity on him. "It really is not that obvious. It's just that one time when I walked in on you. . . entertaining yourself, you screamed out Cas's name, so yeah." Sam shifted, a slight blush appearing on his face at the memory of his brother doing his business. That was a sight he never, ever wanted to see again. "But anyways," he started, after shaking his head to get the horrid image out, "now you have an excuse." He motioned to the mistletoe hanging down, just begging to be used.
Coughing, Dean replied, "Yeah, well, that is so not happening. I know that he does not like me like that-" Sam opened his mouth to object "and nothing, nothing you can say will convince me otherwise, so you better give up now."
Sam looked at him with pity; it was obvious that he honestly believed this. "Alright, alright. I'll leave you alone." Sam said grudgingly, not really giving this up, but not seeing any other choice.
Dean was positively relieved. "Thank you, Sammy. And if you could not mention this to Cas, that would be great." He looked at his little brother until he consented by nodding his head once. "Thanks," he threw back as he his way towards his bedroom.
As soon as Dean got inside his room, he slammed the door and jumped onto the bed, feeling completely spent. He groaned, now equipped with the knowledge that Sam knew how he felt about his angel. When that thought came, he immediately berated himself; Cas wasn't his angel, he knew that, but he just couldn't help feeling that he was. With one final sigh, he drifted off to an angel filled sleep.