As i explained and warned early this is a WINCEST don't like don't read.

Chapter 2

Sam sat on the swingset his long legs stretched in front of him. He watched as steady drops of rain fell on his dress pants darkening the already black fabric. His hand absently brushed a soaked lock of hair from his forehead before he sighed. He looked so serious... does he know how i feel...? Sam rubbed his temples his brain wouldn't stop analyzing Dean's words much to his dismay. The sound of fluttering wings and blinding light announced Castiel's presence. He took in the sight of the youngest Winchester, the drenched clothing, wet hair, and red eyes. He tilted his head slightly as he stepped forward his blue eyes trained on the sad sight before him. "Sam... are you okay?" He waited patiently for a response Sam's response his brain coming up with many possible reasons the younger Winchester was upset.

Sam looked up at the angel, "He asked me to be his Valentine..." Sam's voice came out a bare whisper as it wavered, Cas knew He was and it irked him that he could hurt his little brother, cause such pain and confusion to the one person he trusted most. "I-I don't know if he was serious... I can't figure him out sometimes, he's so... stubborn and difficult...and perfect." Sam's voice broke on the last word, he had finally told someone how he has felt for so long.

Cas gently placed his hand on Sam's shoulder in a comforting yet akward gesture. "I shall talk to Dean for you." Castiel smiled giving Sam's shoulder one last squeeze before he disappeared.

"No Cas don-" Sam's protests were cut off as Cas did his vanishing act, his hands shook as he they curled around the chains of the swing. "He's going to tell Dean how I feel." Sam stood up hoping- however futile- to get to the hotel room before Castiel did, he wouldn't let Cas ruin his relationship with his brother no matter how messed up it was.

Dean stirred from his sleep as a cool hand touched his shoulder. "Dean, wake up we need to talk." A voice whispered as he shook Dean lightly. He grabbed the hand and pulled the person towards him as he sat up.

"Sammy..." Dean mummbled as he held the person against him. The person went rigid as he attempted to pull away. "m'sorry Sammy." he pressed his face against the too short hair, his eyes snapped open as he took in the site of a very shocked and afraid Castiel. "Oh my god! what the hell Cas!" Dean stood Cas falling from his lap and to the floor.

"Dean we need to talk about your feelings for Sam." Castiel looked up at Dean from his spot on the floor. "You asked him to be your Valentine"

"I-I didn't mean it dude," Dean's cheeks coloured has he spoke his eyes focusing on the carpet.

"Do you love him?" Cas's question sent Dean's heart racing, to tell an Angel of the lord you were in love with you brother was going to get him sent to hell. He nodded he didn't trust his voice at the moment he knew it would betray him. Castiel stood and gently placed a hand on Dean's shoulder. "You should tell him that, he has been sitting in a park near tears because he doesn't know how you feel..." Castiel smiled. "He will be here in 5 or so minutes have fun... and by the way he loves you too." with those words Cas disappeared a smirk on his face.

Dean turned and began to prepare his ambush, he knew Sam would run if he confronted him suddenly, so he had a plan. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of honest to goodness handcuffs before shutting off the light and standing behind the door.