Title: All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester x Castiel

Rating: T+

Info: Dean loves Sam. He really does... but the fizzle is gone. But Dean has kept is eye on Cas lately... and that Angel is looking pretty good right now.

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I knew it was wrong from the beginning. Of course I did. And now that it had all started to fizzle out, it felt awkward and terrifying to always be around my little brother. The jokes were a veneer over what used to be passion, and though there was still the odd flurry of passion that overtook us at night, the butterflies were gone and I was beginning to miss having someone to look forwards to seeing. He still looked at me with those big, doe eyes. I just couldn't manage to look at him like that any more.

As I walked out of the hotel room to get something to drink from one of the vending machines, I sighed in the blue glow radiating from it as it ka-chunk'd my drink out and swallowed my money with faint ting-ting-ting noises. With some dread, I turned back to go into the hotel room.

"Dean."

His voice was soft, and I spun around to see him standing there. I walked past him. The thoughts that had been circling in my head the past few weeks, everything that I missed having with Sam, I could find it in Castiel. And I couldn't bear to hurt Sammy like that.

"Stop running away from me. It's annoying." Cas added, turning to face me. I stopped, and turned to face him.

"Wanna go for a drive...?" I muttered, and without a word, we climbed into the Impala, and I slid my key into the ignition. We backed out of the parking spot, and got lost in the night, driving in silence. Around half an hour into the drive, Castiel opened his mouth.

"I know you've been thinking about it."

"You know I'm with Sam. I don't want to hurt him."

"Pull over."

I did.

"Get out."

I did. I leaned against the hood of my car, and sighed. He put his hand on my shoulder, "Dean. I'm not forcing you. But you know as well as I that this is something we both want." My eyes went wide as I thought about it, and as I stepped closer, he pulled me into a kiss.

We managed to make our way to the back seat of the car, and then the clothes were off, and our hands were feeling, exploring, and touching everything. His moans and mine mixed into one, and on the deserted road outside of a small, strange city, I gave into temptation, and let Sam slip into the back of my mind as the Impala rocked with the passion of Angels.

*

When I woke a few days later, I found Sam had left for breakfast and research, and had left a note on my pillow... and Castiel was sitting next to me on my bed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I missed you." I stared at him for a minute. "And I want you."

"Sam... he could be back soon." I replied, and he looked at the ground.

Castiel had been infecting my dreams, always there, taunting me with something I couldn't have. The most vivid dream of mine with him starring in it lately would be the fishing dream. It was so perfect, so solitary, and yet nothing happened but Cas handing me a note. It drove me insane. I wanted him as much as he wanted me, and we just couldn't find the time to have each other, and the dreams of Anna telling me to just go for it weren't helping. Each night I seemed to wake with a start, and I'm surprised that I hadn't roused Sam with the sudden jerky wake-up calls.

"He'll be taking his time. I guarantee it." Cas murmured, and he took my hand, and pulled me closer. Once again I seemed to lose myself, and our kisses seemed so powerful. The clothes came off quickly, and our hands set back to exploring while our mouths worked frantically against the others. With arched backs and deep moans, we fell into each other and once again, forgot about the troubles of everything, everyone else.

*

"Dean... I'm not stupid."

"Sam-"

"What have you been doing? With who...?" Sam asked, and Castiel and I looked at each other guiltily.

"With... are you fucking serious? You've been cheating on me with an ANGEL!?" Sam's face went red with anger, and I tried to think of something to say. Castiel turned to walk away.

"Cas!" I called, and he turned. Sam glared cruelly at the angel.

"This is my fault. Dean, you should stay with Sam. He's always there for you."

"But I don't feel the same with Sam! And I'm sorry, but it's true. Castiel, I want you!" I replied loudly.

"Sometimes, Dean, you can't always get what you want!" Castiel's voice was firm. "I'm sorry for hurting your brother."

"I felt more passion when I was with you than I ever have with any of the women I've ever slept with. Cas..." He shook his head at me, "Cas, I love you."

"I love you too, Dean. But sometimes, things are just not meant to work out like we planned for." Castiel's voice was soft, as if he were breaking the news to a child.

*

Sam did forgive me. It took him a while, and I understand that completely. For the first few weeks, we spent them in separate hotel rooms, and he always sat in the back seat of the Impala (though I think he may have changed his mind had he known that was the first place Cas and I had done it), and he hardly spoke to me. After time, he let me touch him again. After that, we had our first awkward night together since the argument. And after that, it was normal.

But every single time I see Castiel, I have the urge to tell him I love him, to pull him into me and kiss me, to sleep with him... every single time.