The Awkwardness of Stiff Muscles

(Sam's POV)

"That's it, Cas. That's…Oh my God! Perfect, just perfect. Right there, Cas. Oh god, right there."

Sam stood inside the motel room. He had just come back from his trip to the vending machine, which was why the door was still open and the coke still in his hand. He wondered why all he could do was just stand there, stand there and look at his brother sprawled out onto the bed, with Cas rubbing his hands awkwardly into Dean's tanned and muscled back. Dean was clutching a pillow and currently had his eyes closed in what looked to be pleasure. No. Extreme pleasure.

"Why am I doing this again, Dean?"

The hunter ignored his masseuse for a moment, allowing himself to bask in the euphoria Cas's massage was providing him. But in Sam's cozy position by the door, it certainly looked a hell of a lot like Dean was gonna come. And sometime very soon. But then again, it could have just been Sam's sick and twisted imagination. He felt his mouth drop open when Cas leaned down closer to Dean's back. OMG! It looked like he was gonna kiss him.

"That last hunt was a killer. My back is so stiff. Never been this stiff before", he mumbled the last few words.

Cas pulled away from Dean.

"Hey, whatcha hell you doing? Cas! My muscles are suffering here."

The angel sighed and leaned back down to attend to the hunter. Sam was currently punching himself in the face. How could they not see him? And more importantly, how could he not say anything? Hell, any other time he would have announced his presence. But there was something about this moment, however awkward it was, that told him he should not interrupt. No matter how bad the urge. So Sam shrugged and stepped back outside, this time closing the door behind him.

"I'm gonna need something stronger than a soda."

And with that he walked back to the vending machine, leaving his brother in the care of Cas.

FIN