Okay, so I've never writen a fanfic before. I haven't written anything in a long time, so I hope that someone with read this and review it, please.
Too Much Confusion
Sam was walking back to the motel room from the ice machine when her heard it. the distict sound of wings. "Shit," he thought. Castiel was here. Ever since Cas and Dean had gotten into that fight about purgatory, the angel would show up nightly to try to get Dean to talke things over. But Dean is Dean, "No chick-flick" moments," wasn't just a saying. It was a way of not dealing with the difficult emotional stuff that seemed to keep happening in their lives. So there was not discussion with Cas; in fact, most nights Dean would completely ignore Cas. That left Sam to deal with him and he was in no mood. It had been a difficult hunt, too many vampires. But, as always, they came out ahead. He was tired, and didn't want to deal with Cas or Dean and their shit.
"Hello Dean, Sam." As predicted, Dean ignored Cas. "Sammy, I'm gonna grab a shower, and hit the hay." Dean stalked past Cas without even looking at him, into the bathroom. Cas sighed, heavily. "When do you think Dean will forgive me, Sam?" Sam frowned. It was the same scenario every time. He gave his stock answer, "I don't know, Cas. Guess you'll just have to keep trying." Sam walked over to his laptop sitting on the table and started to document the hunt for his Men of Letters journal. He knew what was coming. Castiel would either stand in the middle of the room looking around for the next hour, waiting for Dean to speak or him, or he would sit next to Sam and ask him difficulty questions. Sam was hoping for the first one. At least then, he could ignore the angel, too. But Castiel walked over and sat next to Sam with a sigh. He had his sad, puppy dog eyes, and no matter how much Sam dreaded answering those questions, he knew he would be doing so for the next hour or so.
But Cas didn't speak. He just sat there, staring at Sam. It was starting to make Sam uncomfortable.
"Uh, Cas? Can I help you with something?"
"I never realized what color your eyes are, Sam. So many colors."
Okay. this was REALLY making Sam uncomfortable. "Uh, thanks, I guess. I've been told they are brownish hazel. I suppose I never really paid much attention`to them."
"They are very beautiful," Cas said.
Sam didn't look up from his laptop. This conversations started off weird, and had gotten stranger and stranger. And Cas was still staring at him.
"Cas, man. You can't just sit there and stare at me. Find something else to do."
Cas stood up, walked across the room and turned to look at Sam. He asked, "Sam, what is sex? I mean, I understand what the physical act is, but what makes people want to have sex with one person or another? "
"Jeez, Cas. Such questions."
But Sam knew it wasn't about him, at least he hoped it wasn't. He'd seen Cas' relationship with Dean. There was definitely something other than friendship there.
"I guess it's about attractions; phyisical, emotional and psychological attraction. Why?"
"Well, I find both of you brothers physically attractive, but I only want to "do it" (he used his fingers to make quotation marks), "with Dean. I'm just trying to understand better."
Now Sam was really uncomfortable. It was one thing to suspect there was something else between his brother and the angel, and another to actually hear one of them say it.
"Whatever, Cas. TMI-too much information. Besides, Deans not gay. I don't think you two would ever have sex together. He loves women too much." Of course, Dean had to walk back into the room from the bathroom at that very moment. "Damn right, I love women. Who am I not having sex with?" A fluttering of wings and Cas was gone. Well, he left in a hurry." Dean walke over to his bed and flopped down. He ws too tired to talk any more. Sam had no intention of answering Deans question, but it didn't matter. Before he could shut down his computer, he could hear Dean's steady breathing and quiet snoring.
Dean knew he was dreaming. It was too good not to be a dream. He was lying in a huge feather bed, with crisp white sheets tangled around him. He could feel the warmth of a body half on top of him, half wrapped around him. He'd had this dream before. He knew who he was lying next too. "Hello, Dean." He opened his eyes, staring into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. "Hey Cas." Castiel lifted his head a bit more and softly kissed Dean's lips. The kiss sent a warmth throughout Dean's body. He never wanted to wake up from this dream. Here, there was no fighting, no angry scowls from across the room, no sad puppy dog eyes that broke his heart. Just him and his angel.
As the soft kiss lingered on, it became more heated, with hands exploring each others bodies. Soon Cas was fully on top of Dean. It was then that Dean realized that they were both naked. he could feel Castiels hardened member pressing righ next to his own. It made him kiss Cas even more hungrily than before. He couldnt think. He moaned into Cas' mouth as the angel's hands slid low on his stomach. He was so close to touching Dean's aching dick, he could barely stand it. 'Dean? Dean?' That wasn't Cas. What's going on? And he realized, again, that he was dreaming and was promptly awakened by his brother calling his name. "Dean, wake up. It's time to hit the road. Man, who were you dreaming about? You were making some seriously happy noises over there." Dean didn't answer. He just put his arm over his eyes, slowed his breathing, and tried to will his erection away. "I'm gonna go pack the Impala. Why don't you shower so we can get some breakfast and get outta here?'
Sometimes Dean loved his brother more than he could tell him.
When Sam left the room, Dean walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower, stripped and got in. He dfinitely had a big problem with morning wood right now. The warm water felt good running down his body. He began to slowly stroke himself, eyes closed, imagining himself in that big bed again, with Cas. And it wasn't his hand wrapped around him anymore, but Cas' mouth. He could see those blue eyes, feel Castiel's touch and it set him on fire. He felt his orgasm build in the pit of his stomach. Before he knew what was happening, he exploded all over his hand, calling out Cas' name. He immediately felt embarrassed byt the whole thing. he prayed Sam hadn't heard anything. He quickly finished his shower, dried himself, dressed and packed as fast as he could, no looking at Sam the whole time.
Sam walked back in from the car. He could hear the water runing and knew Dean would be out soon, so he scanned the room for anything else that needed packing. As he was packing up his laptop, he distictly heard Dean call our Castiel's name. "Shit." He knew what Dean was doing in the shower and all he wanted to do was scrub his brain clean. But he also knew there was no way either man would admit their feeling for each other. Cas was afraid of Dean's rejection, and Dean was too afraid to admit he was attracted to a guy. Shit, shit, shit. He was stuck in the middle. Sam guessed that since he was in this tight spot, he had to be the one to try to get these two stubborn men to realize they wanted each other. Great. That's all he needed. Another insurmountable task. Oh well. He'd do whatever he could to make it happen. He wanted his brother to be happy, and he owed Castiel so much. Besides, anything was better than Dean ignoring Cas and Cas' mind-numbing questions all the time. Game on.