Sam refused to cry as he stomped up the stairs to his apartment.
Him and Tim had been going steady for the last two years, and yes him and Sam never once had sex.
Something Sam sure as hell was happy he stuck to even when there was times he really wanted to let Tim go at him but he had held back.
Thank God on that one.
"Who knew he was such a dick!" Sam thought as he reached the 3rd floor of his apartment building and walked towards his apartment door.
He sighed he was just glad he had gotten out of there before he beat the worthless asshole to death.
For the last 3 years Sam and Dean had hung up their hunting boots only occasionally taking a job.
When they had managed to lock Lucifer and Michael in the pit they realized how dangerously they came close to losing one another and in the end decided to try to live normal lives.
Dean had finally gotten over his shyness and him and Castiel have been going steady since then and Sam snorted "Yea and have been fucking like jackrabbits since then".
Sam sighed again and decided to put the rest of the evening behind him and decided he then needed some ice cream, a gallon of chocolate syrup, and a few hours in a sugar induced coma and he would be peachy the next day.
Sam slipped his key into the lock pushing the door in and with surprise met with some resistance.
"What the hell?" Sam wondered as he pushed harder and almost fell into his apartment.
His jaw hit the floor when he saw his apartment in ruins.
His coffee table broken, couch overturned, bits of food and dishes (broken) scattered across his floor, his brand new curtains looked like they been singed around the edges.
Something dark was spread across his cream walls he had spent an entire week painting.
A loud thump coming from his room caused him to draw his gun and point it at the sound.
Sam silently went to his door and took a deep breath before he kicked the door open.
The sight that met his eyes nearly blinded him "OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FUCK!" he screamed.
Dean who was riding Castiel to what looked like an amazing orgasm looked over in shock as his baby Brother Sam standing with gun pointed and arm slung over his eyes.
"Sam!" Dean squeaked and rolled off Castiel who growled in annoyance. "What the hell are you doing back home so early!"
Sam thought he was going to throw up; his face was beet red.
"Before I castrate you both. What the hell happened to my apartment?!" Dean had the sense enough to hurriedly throw a sheet over him and Castiel who was now smirking lustfully and trying to nibble on Deans neck.
Dean somehow seemed to blush harder "Yea about that.. well we were gonna clean it up before you got back…." He trailed of weakly as he saw the look on Sam's face.
Sam stood there with gun lowered which was hard cause he for only a second thought about shooting them both.
He pursed he lips and nodded his head up and down like making a decision. "Okay….alrighty then" he murmured to himself.
Sam walked slowly out his room and closed the door quietly, he heard Dean whispering to Castiel and then he heard him giggle.
"On my fucking bed" was all Sam could think off as he strode into the kitchen kicking food and broken plates across the floor as he walked.
He went and looked under the sink and found the old mop bucket he kept there and walked over to the freezer with it; emptied all the ice into it, he then went to the sink and filled it to the brim with water.
He made his way back to his room and shuddered as he heard Castiel groan in pleasure.
He kicked open the door once more and without another word flung the ice water on his brother and his so called Angelic lover.