"Sam? Where's Cas?" Dean asked a bit more worriedly than he should have.

"Why? Do you 'need' him?" Sam chuckled, then biting his lip to hold in a smile. Dean growled, then looking frantically around for his fallen angel.

After a while of looking, they finally found him, but someone had kidnapped him. He was tied to a chair, his face bloody, and panting like mad. Sam ran over and bent to the ground by Castiel. "Cas! Oh my God. Are you okay?" he said, then touching Cas' face where he thought Dean would. Sam tried not to laugh and succeeded when he noticed he had earned a humph out of his big brother.

When they got home, Dean pulled Sam aside. "Don't do that! Alright, it's not… It's not…" He was stumped for words, but was interrupted by Sam.

"It's not fair? Ahaha. You really do like him, don't you?" the moose teased, standing over Dean with his arms crossed.

"Yeah, I like him, but, not like that, okay?" he snapped, his face flushing into a bright red.

"Dude, I'm just messing with you. And I'm gonna continue to mess with you until you come out about Cas," Sam said. He walked away causing Dean to follow him out to the front room of the bunker.

"Sam! We aren't…" He stopped when he noticed that Sam had gone batshit crazy. He was sitting next to Cas on the couch. With his arm around him.

"Shhhh! He's asleep!" Sam whispered, laughing at his brother's expression. Dean stormed over to the couch to take his place. "Nuh-uh. You'll wake him up," he stopped Dean, and shortly after, Cas started to fidget.

"I thought angels didn't have to sleep," Dean pouted. He gazed at Cas, his head resting on his brother's shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "Sam," the hunter whined. He looked at them both snuggled there on the couch with jealousy eating at his core.

"Dean? Is that, is that jealousy I hear?" Sam teased, raising his voice a bit more. Castiel woke up still a bit hazy from the fight. Noticing this, Sam thought about what opportunity he had to make Dean go completely insane. Dean realized what he was thinking about doing the instant a smirk appeared on Sam's face.

"Don't you even dare, Sam," Dean's eyes grew wider as Sam's smirk grew larger. It's a good thing Cas had no idea what was going on, because a few seconds after he lifted his head, Sam put two fingers under his chin and lifted his lips to his, pressing into a soft, passionate kiss. Dean's gaze relaxed. His bottom lip quivered in shock as he stared blankly at his brother, who was now kissing the angel Dean had undoubtedly fell in love with.

This didn't startle Cas, but it confused him at first. Seconds after their lips met, he relaxed into it, driving Dean off the wall. He couldn't take it anymore. He was never one to be able to keep his temper. He threw Sam off of the couch in a mad scramble to be next to Cas. Sam regained his balance on the floor and scoffed, shaking his head. Dean grabbed Cas' face and forcefully pushed their lips together, causing Cas to completely wake up. His eyes flew open as he lifted the kiss and backed away.

"Dean?" Cas said, startled at what he had just done. Dean looked at Sam, who was giggling uncontrollably, and then walked out of the room. Cas followed him, looking at Sam before continuing to the kitchen. "Dean, wait," he called out. Sam's work here was done.