Disclaimer: Every time I realize that I don't own Supernatural, I just about break down. Now I am on the verge of breaking down, so you guys should've guessed by now. Yeah, that's right, rub it in. I don't own Supernatural *sigh* , though I wish I did. It is rightfully Eric Kripke's, and I do not make any money from writing this fanfic. This is purely a work of fiction, not to mention a huge part of my imagination. First time I'm writing Wincest, so please go easy on the reviews. Reviews always make my day, so go ahead… Read and Review.

Warning: Contains Wincest, fluff, etcetera etcetera. Don't like it, don't read it. Rated T for Dean and Sam's language (of course we can't rate anything for Castiel's language, can we?)

Pairings: Sam/ Dean, Sam/ Dean, and Sam/ Dean all the way! :D

Chapter 1- "Bitch". "Jerk".

Dean and Sam were in a full-on "bitch-jerk" mode. And why?

*FLASHBACK*

"Oh, c'mon Sammy, Renegade has gotta be the best song ever!" Dean exclaimed.

"No way, Dean! The Beatles are the best! Are you deaf? Oh yeah right, I forgot. You are. Well, anyone who listens to Iron Maiden and Metallica 24*7 is definitely deaf" Sam said, glaring at his elder brother.

"Whoa, touché. The Beatles? That is so Cass! You are such a chick Sammy!" Dean retorted.

"Pfft. Whatever" said Sam, and pouted.

"Aaaawww. You are such an adorable little girl Sammy, and those lips of yours look luscious when you pout" Dean said, giving Sam a truly evil look.

"Gosh Dean! Shut up, you jerk" Sam said, blushing slightly. Thankfully, his dickhead of a brother didn't notice the blush creep up Sam's face.

"Bitch."

"Je-erk."

"Bee-eetch."

"Juh-uh-uuurk."

"Biyaaatch."

Sam gave up first. His brother was incorrigible, and today, he was at his annoying best.

The drove in silence for a while, the only sounds heard being the occasional turning of the pages of Sam's book, Dean's humming, and the low purr (or as Dean liked to call it- "the mighty roar") of the impala. Suddenly…

"Hello Dean" came an all too familiar voice from the backseat.

"Whoa! Fuck!" Dean looked back, and his beloved "baby" swerved off the highway.

Before the Chevy could crash though, Sam grabbed the steering wheel from a still-startled Dean, and brought it back onto the road.

"Dean! You almost crashed the car, dammit!" Sam shouted.

That brought Dean back to his senses. He gave Castiel one last glance, and turned back, his complete attention on his driving, visibly furious. Sam could sense his fury, and only hoped that the angel had enough sense to shut up.

But Castiel, whose people skills were, well, less than zilch, sensed nothing wrong, and prodded Dean's shoulder.

"Cas…" Sam started to say, but before he could say anything, Dean applied the brakes, and the car came to a screeching halt, leaving behind the smell of burning rubber on asphalt.

Dean turned, and looked at the ever- innocent, blue-eyed angel in the backseat.

"Get out Cas. We gotta talk" Dean said.

"Okay." Castiel had a weird habit of obeying Dean's orders, provided they didn't involve slashing people (regardless of whether a demon resided in them), burning churches, or anything negative in general. Go figure.

As soon as Castiel got out of the car, Dean started yelling.

"What the fuck Cas? What did I say about personal space? I told you not to jump on me like that!"

Castiel looked surprised.

"On the contrary Dean, I did not 'jump' on you. I merely willed myself to appear wherever you were" the angel replied patiently.

"Yeah well, I would've fucking died as a result of your batshit" he said.

"Dean, first of all, it wasn't a bat's excrement…" Castiel's explanation was interrupted by a silent chuckle from behind them. Dean turned and looked at Sam, who was watching them, lazily perched on the impala's hood.

Sam knew that Castiel would eventually tire Dean with all his explanations, clarifications, and answers. In fact, he would bet his money on it. He decided to watch them and amuse himself while it lasted.

"I would've died Cas, of a heart attack or car cash! A fail-safe plan to get me killed from holier-than-thou upstairs, eh?" Dean sneered.

"No, Dean, I wasn't planning on killing you. Like I told you, the lord has plans for you" Castiel said.

"Shut up Cas" Dean said, losing interest in the argument.

"Okay", said Castiel, and did just the same.

"Now, why did you suddenly jump on me?" Dean asked.

"I already told you Dean, I did not jump on you, I merely willed…"

"Yeah yeah, I know. Why did you 'will' yourself to appear in my backseat?" Dean asked, imitating Castiel to perfection.

"I had a doubt. I simply wanted to get it cleared" Castiel said.

"What is it, Cas?" Dean asked, rubbing his temples. He could feel a headache coming.

"What is doggy style Dean?" Castiel asked.

Sam couldn't maintain a straight face anymore. He burst out laughing, while Dean just stood there, taken aback.

"Huuungggh?" was Dean's reply.

Castiel stood there, clueless as to why the younger brother was laughing so hard, and the elder one was dumbstruck.

Holy fuckin' angel. Where in the heck did he hear shit like that? *sigh* I gotta explain it to him now, he thought to himself. He looked at Castiel, who was waiting patiently for the answer to his question.

Meanwhile, Sam was laughing so hard, he had difficulty breathing.

"What is so funny Sam? Why are you laughing?" Castiel asked.

Dean apparently regained his ability to form coherent sentences, and asked "What the fuck Cas? Where did you hear that?"

"I was just sitting in the park, trying to meditate, when I heard a man asking his lady acquaintance to 'do it doggy style'. What does it mean Dean?" Castiel asked him.

There was complete silence apart from Sam's howling for two minutes. Which seemed more like two hours to Dean.

"It's an… ermm… it's a position Cas" Dean said, after a lot of hesitation.

""Position? Solar, lunar, or constellation? I've never heard of the doggy style position of the sun, moon or any other planets Dean" Castiel said, pouting a little. Castiel's statement brought fresh peals of laughter from Sam.

Dean looked at Sam, who had tears in his eyes, and said "Oh shut it Cinderella man".

He then turned to Castiel and said, "It's difficult to… umm… it's difficult to explain Cas. See, it's a ummm… it's a sexual position" Dean finished.

"Oh. Can you show me the position Dean?" Castiel asked.

Sam, who was trying to control his laughter, burst out laughing once again, mostly because of his older brother's expression at the angel's request.

He howled with laughter once again, and between gasps, he said "Can't…. laugh… anymore… Stomach Hurts!"

"Shut up Sammy, or I swear, today will be the last day you hear anything" Dean threatened.

He turned to Castiel, who was looking at Dean, his huge blue eyes expectant.

"Cas, I can't show you a damn position man! For god's sake, I am straight!" Dean said (read- squealed).

"Straight?" Castiel asked, obviously not knowing what the term meant.

"Cas. Leave. Right now." Dean said.

"But Dean, I…."

"LEAVE! NOW!" Dean yelled.

"Okay" Castiel said, and vanished within the blink of an eye.

Sam was still laughing when Dean pushed him into the car.

"Sam, shut up dude! It wasn't funny!" Dean said (read-whined).

Oh man Dean, it was! The expression when he asked you to demonstrate it- fucking priceless!" Sam said, and laughed some more.

Dean glared at Sam, but that was all superficial. Deep inside, Dean was just happy that his younger brother had laughed after such a long time.

Since the moment Sam had set Lucifer free (by mistake, of course. His Sammy wouldn't do that on purpose) and realized his folly, he had become more and more reserved, until he had stopped talking to everyone completely. Dean had said hurtful things to him too. He couldn't take his words back, but Dean was glad that his little brother had at least laughed again. Never mind the fact that it was at Dean's expense.

While Dean's mind swirled with thoughts, Sam had drifted off to sleep. His head lolled, and slowly came to a rest on Dean's shoulders.

Dean looked at his brother, and lightly brushed the bangs off his face. Normally, he wouldn't be caught dead doing this, since he considered it 'chick-flicky'. But Sam looked irresistible and surprisingly vulnerable in his sleep.

"I love you De" Sam mumbled in his sleep.

Dean was dumbstruck yet again. He had only heard Sam say those words to him when they were kids. Dean had been sure that Sam had pretty much detested him after all those things Dean said to him recently.

"I love you too Sammy", Dean said, tears filled in his eyes.