Author's Note:


Here we go again. Please leave a comment and tell me how you like it so far. And do enjoy.

If he was being completely honest with himself, he was probably just being the overprotective elder brother he was. Sam should be able to handle himself. Right?

But apparently, he couldn't. If he didn't know the difference between trying to get friendly attention and outright stalking, then something was seriously wrong. He would have trusted him with what he was doing, and he had started to, although it was a little freaky. But if Sam really didn't know he was being blatantly creepy, there was defiantly a problem. Dean couldn't just sit by while his brother did something stupid that he'd regret later. He had to make sure Sam's stalking didn't turn into an even worse problem.

Something like that, well, Dean didn't want to even imagine what that could be.

He was beginning to wonder what could even be going on in his brother's head.

Every night, he'd come home, practically a mess, twigs in his hair and mud on his jeans, claiming he'd been nowhere. But that shit didn't fly with Dean. He'd started trailing Sam every night since he'd confronted him. So Sam's "I was with Jess," or "Just went for a walk," excuses where never believed. Even their half brother, Adam, who was staying with them for the week but wasn't really home, noticed the absence of the brothers in the house.

On Saturday he confronted Dean, cornering him.

"Where are you two always going to every night?" he had asked, right as Dean walked in the door. Dean thought vaguely of a suspicious wife cornering her husband.

"What do you mean?" Dean countered dumbly.

"You and Sam. You always leave, one after another. And you always come home right before he does. What are you two sneaking off for?" he said and Dean could detect a hint of jealously in his voice. Oh so he's feeling left out, Dean thought.

"We just happen to go out at the same time, okay?" Dean said defensively. He didn't really fancy the idea of telling Adam he'd been following his brother around while he stalked people.

"Yeah, right, sure," Adam huffed, "And I suppose if I asked Sam the same thing he'd give me that same bullshit answer too right?"

"No don't!" Dean blurted before he could catch himself. He didn't want Sam to know he was following him around either.

Adam looked at him suspiciously, then realization began to dawn on his face. Dean stared at him, confused.

"Oh- you're sneaking around behind Sam's back. What the hell could you be doing that you can't tell him about?"

"What I'm not-" Dean started but stopped himself. Perfect cover.

"I'm seeing Lisa, okay?" he said, "Sam suddenly thought she wasn't any good for me, so I've been seeing her while he's not home." He peered at Adam hopefully.

"Don't ruin this for me, man." he added, trying his best to sound believable.

Adam seemed convinced. He nodded.

"It'll be our little secret."

Dean swore under his breath when as soon as Adam was out of earshot.

"Crisis averted." he mumbled, taking off his leather jacket and hanging it up.

The next evening he was again parked just down the street from his brother, his eyes locked on the bushes he knew Sam was hiding in. This was getting down right ridiculous, he thought. Absolutely stupidly so. Dean huffed, smacking the wheel of his Impala with frustration. At least this time he'd stopped to get a burger beforehand.

He picked up said burger and started chewing.

"Hello Dean." a low voice said fro next to him.

Dean jumped violently in his chair, choking on his bite of food. He spun around and was faced with deep blue eyes.

"Castiel?" he managed over a coughing fit.

"Yes." the boy in question said from his spot in the passengers seat.

"I didn't even here you get in. Wait! Why are you in my car?" he asked indignantly.

"Because I needed to speak with you." Castiel stated blandly.

"Dude, you can't just get into my car. That's not cool, man. Knock on the window at least!"

"I saw no point in such a thing. Now, may I speak with you?"

Dean stared at the raven haired boy. Was he, was he serious?

"Yeah okay, why not? Seeing as you're already in here-" Dean started.

"My point exactly." Castiel cut in. Dean grumbled something about always being interrupted lately and he continued, "I asked you to speak to your brother, yet he still proceeds to spend his evenings in my yard."

"Well he didn't listen to me, okay?" Dean retorted. Castiel simply looked at him for moment, turning his head to the side curiously. Dean pulled a face and waved a hand, signaling Castiel to continue.

"Gabriel himself hasn't noticed him, neither have Micheal or Lucifer, but Anna is growing uncomfortable and I think it would be best if you could make him refrain from his recent actions." the blue-eyed teen stated.

"Look I tried. He didn't listen." Dean huffed, taking another bite of his seemingly forgotten cheeseburger.

"You obviously did not put enough effort into your attempt to convince him to stop."

"I did put effort into!"

"Obviously not when your effort was put into following him around, instead of talking to him."

Dean gaped for a moment.

"I'm just making sure he's not doing something stupid!" he protested angrily.

"And what he's doing right now isn't stupid?"

"Shut up."

The car went silent for a moment before Castiel sighed and made his way to leave.

"Hey whoa, where are you going?" Dean asked, leaning out the passenger side window after Castiel shut the door.

"Home. Goodnight Dean."

And he left, walking back across the street and into his house.

For the second time that night, Dean hit his steering wheel, frustrated.