҉҉҉ Chapter Two ҉҉҉
Sam woke up well rested to sunlight streaming in through the crack between the motel room curtains. Stretching, he rolled over and reached his left hand out to twist the clock between the two beds towards him…and continued to roll right off of his bed.
Looking up from his, new and undignified, position on the ground, Sam stared, eyes bugging out, at the sight in front of him. Dean and Castiel are…intertwined? In bed together. And Cas' clothes are scattered around the room! He realized as his now fully awake brain took in the rest of the motel room.
Sam shook his head violently. Not that he personally had anything against Castiel, but Dean was the poster boy of hyper-heterosexuality. Sam thought back over the years, mentally cataloging all of Dean's past actions, looking for some sign of gayness. While he could remember a million times that Dean jokingly called him a girl, he was having difficulty recalling any hints of Dean being attracted to men…a man...
Dean's leered at practically every pair of breasts he's ever seen. Maybe I'm misinterpreting the situation. Yeah, Dean is virtually wrapped around Castiel, but…
Sam recalls the one, and only, time that he and Dean had decided to get a one bed room and try sharing because they were short on funds. Sam had just fallen asleep when Dean had rolled over, flinging his arm across Sammy's chest. Sam didn't know who woke up first, but the next thing he had known, they were standing on opposite sides of the bed, both letting out squeaky, girly screams of terror, both trying to clutch the covers to their chests, attempting to add a barrier between each other.
Sam wasn't sure how long they'd stood there. But when they'd finally stopped freaking out, or at least reached a level of freaking out that allowed some control over basic body functions, Dean didn't say a word. He'd just grabbed a pillow and ripped one of the blankets out of Sam's hands and proceeded to spend the night curled up in the backseat of the Impala.
It had been like that for over a full month, Dean sleeping in the back of the Impala while Sam took the room. It stayed that way until Dean almost dozed off during a job. They didn't speak about it, but the next time they checked into a motel Sam had grabbed bags out of the car while Dean checked them in. When they were short on funds or there were only one-bed rooms available, they slept in shifts.
Damn! Sam thinks to himself. Just what we need, Dean and his angel on the outs. We can't afford for Dean to piss off Castiel or hurt his feelings. We need all the help we can get. Sam decided to leave and go get breakfast. Hoping that the lack of an audience will help make the awkward waking up wrapped around his angel moment that Dean will most definitely have resolve itself less awkwardly.
He quickly writes a note for Dean after getting out of the shower. He doubts that it'll help much, but…
As Sam is about to leave the room, it occurs to him that it's possible for Dean and Castiel to oversleep and maybe still be asleep when he gets back. Just to be safe, as he heads out the door, Sam accidently (on purpose) slams the motel door shut before locking up and heading off in the Impala.
