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Chapter 2

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Cas watched Dean scramble out of the Motel room. Fear and what looked like sadness in his eyes. Closing the bathroom door Cas stripped down, folded his cloths neatly, stacked them into a pile and stepped into the warm water. Shutting the curtain, he felt his whole body relax under the steam and heat. He no longer had an erection. Once Dean had shoved him away, all he felt was sadness. He made himself relive the kiss over and over from every angle trying to figure out what he did wrong. When Cas reopened his eyes, he saw his hands were all pruned. He wondered how long he had been in this blissful shower.

Almost as if to answer his unspoken question, there was a sharp loud knock on the door. Sam's voice called through the door, "Come on Cas! You've been in there for three hours! I need to take a piss!" Sighing, Cas turned off the water grabbed a towel, wrapped it around himself. Clutching his cloths he opened the door. Looking up at Sam's messy hair, Cas had to fight off a smile "My apologies Sam, I had not realized I had occupied the bathroom-" he stopped talking midsentence his eyes catching Dean. He was staring at Cas. Without thinking he slammed the bathroom door closed.

"Cas!" Sam yelled "Open the damn door!"

"Let me dress myself!" Cas called back scrambling to dry himself.

"It's just Dean! He doesn't bite!" Sam exclaimed pounding his fist on the door. Pulling his shirt closed Cas opened the door, tan trench coat, tie, and jacket in hand. Sam shoved his way into the bathroom past Cas. Closing the door, Cas saw Dean sitting frozen as a statue on the couch.

"Don't worry Dean. I will never touch you like that again. I realize that I was out of line approaching you as such. My sincerest apologies." Cas said unable to keep the hurt out of his voice.

Dean looked up at him a pained expression on his face, "We are heading back to the bunker tomorrow. Just forget it ever happened and we will be fine. This stays between us." Cas nodded watching Dean drag himself to the bed.

-Four months later-

"Cas can I talk to you?" Cas turned to look at Sam who stood in his door frame, his body frame taking up most of the door.

"of course Sam." Cas responded standing from his chair and offering to Sam. Sam smiled and shook his head no, taking the bed instead but closing the door behind him before siting.

"now I need you to answer me honestly Cas," Sam said his hazel eyes boring into Cas. Cas nodded having no intention in lying. "what's going on with you and Dean? It used to be I would wake up at six for my run, come back to the Men Of Letters bunker and you both were laughing over a catastrophe of food Dean tried to cook. You would both throw it away and Dean would make pancakes because that's all he knows how to make except mac and cheese or TV dinners. Now I come home and the only time I see you two together is if I force you two or we are going on a hunt."

Cas dropped his eyes to the floor. "Dean will kill me for telling you," Cas whispered feeling the blush warm his face.

"I won't tell Cas." Sam said promise in his voice

"I kissed Dean and he shoved me away." Cas mumbled rubbing his hand along the back of his neck his eyes studying the carpet at his feet.

"He what?!" Sam yelled. Cas jumped never having heard this type of anger in Sam's voice. Forcing himself to look up he saw Sam stomping towards the door, his hands clenched in fists at his side.

"Sam you said you wouldn't!" Cas exclaimed jumping up and grabbing one of Sam's arms smirking slightly at the fact that he could keep Sam in one spot.

"Well I lied!" Sam roared shoving Cas back into the chair and storming out of the room. Cas followed close behind.

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Dean walked slowly around the library humming along with the Led Zeplin that was playing on the old radio. Continuing to walk slowly in circles he sipped his scotch his buzz slowly turning into a drunken haze.

"Dean Winchester!" Sam's voice yelled. Dean groaned. What had he done now to piss his brother off?

"In here Sam!" Dean called back placing his drink down and turning off the radio. Sam came stomping into the Men of Letters library looking murderous, Cas scampering behind.

"Now it's your turn to be honest with me. Do. ." Sam growled jabbing a finger into Dean's chest.

"Fine fine. Sit down at least." Dean said taking a seat.

"No thanks. I'm good." Sam growled. As the frustration grew, Dean stood as well, not wanting to feel any smaller then Sam.

"Did you kiss Cas?" Sam demanded.

As soon as these words left Sam's mouth, Dean threw Cas a dirty look that clearly stated 'What happened to this stays between us?' Slowly shifting his angry green eyes to Sam, Dean snapped "Cas kissed me."

"Did he kiss you back Cas?" Sam asked. Cas backed away his hands in the air, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Answer the question Dean." Sam snarled, snapping his head back to Dean.

"Yes ok I kissed him but I pulled away. It was wrong I shouldn't of-" Dean started to explain lying through his teeth but he wasn't able to finish explaining. Sam tackled him they slid across the table one of the lights on blinding them they fell off into mud. Mud? Sam got up helping Dean to his feet but still looked angry "I'm sorry man I shouldn't have lashed out like that it's just…"

"Everything since Jess. Dude I understand." Pulling Sam into a hug they froze as a familiar voice met their ears.

"Holy balls." Both men turned to see they were outside Bobbie's busted window instead of the Men of Letters Bunker. A few seconds later Cas came rushing around the corner not looking like Cas. He had a pair of jeans on, a black button up flannel, and as gun hung loosely around his waist.

"They were huggin." Bobbie stage whispered to Cas, looking as if he was in shock

Cas frowned slightly before pulling a smile onto his lips, "Let's get you two inside. See Bobbie, A good Christmas together as a family would reunite the brothers." Cas sounded almost too cheerful, like he was trying to keep the small piece they had for the time being. Sam raised his eyebrows at Dean who shrugged equally confused.

"Come on you Idjit's let's get inside." Bobbie said walking towards his house. The boys followed willingly, too happy to see Bobbie alive again.

"Dean can we talk?" Cas asked as he and Sam shuffled forward their bodies slightly sore from their fall.

Nodding Dean stopped by Cas, Sam and Bobbie disappearing inside. "Thank you," Cas said sounding relieved wrapping his arms around Deans neck and pulling him close, "I know you weren't necessarily happy about seeing your brother this weekend so thank you for trying." Cas nuzzled his face into the crook of Dean's neck.

Deans arms still resting by his side he asked "Cas what are you doing?"

"Holding you." Cas replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. As if he should be doing it.

"Cas I thought we agreed-" Dean started but Cas interrupted

"I know I'm not supposed to with Sam in the house but," Cas sighed his breath tickling Deans skin causing goose bumps to erupt across his body, "I just needed to know you're ok."

"I'm fine Cas. Sam and I fight like that all the time. I don't really know how we got from the bunker to here though considering this place is supposed to be burnt to a crisp." Dean said looking up at the house.

"Look at me." Cas ordered placing his callused hands on both sides of Dean's face. Dean obliged feeling lost. "No concussion…hmmmmm. I think we may need to go to the doctor though Dean. Just in case. I know the ER will be busy but if you don't remember building the house…" Cas said his voice trailing off.

"Cas if there is anything wrong with my head you can fix it." Dean insisted pulling away from Cas' embrace very uncomfortable. "Let's go inside please." Without waiting for an answer Dean trudged towards the porch.

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