Ok, this is a fluffy fic I'm writing for my sister (who should not be reading this until November 26, you know who you are) I will probably not update regularly, but it will (probably) be finished by November 26th!
That's about it! Enjoy! -Cordelia
The aroma of cheap microwave popcorn filled the air of the bunker's kitchen. Sam ran over the plan in his head. He had no idea if it would work, but it had to. It absolutely had to. Sam was tired of watching his brother and the angel deny their feelings. He was done with the endless cycle of lustful stares, and denial. It was time for them to face this whole thing and deal with it.
Click. The shower stopped running. Dean was done with one of his excessively long showers. Sam knew just what that meant. Dean would stand in the bathroom fussing over himself like the hormonal teenage girl that he was inside. For once Sam didn't mind it. Of course, that was only because it presented the perfect opportunity to set up the perfect scenario. Sam sat on the edge of the couch.
"Dear Castiel, um I know you never answer me, but um, dean wants to talk. He's in the bathroom right now." Sam waited a few seconds hoping to hear a confirmation that his plan worked.
"DAMMIT CAS" there it was.