Oh what a sweet story. If Sam could show a little support everything would be just awesome. Well it could have been if Dean hadn't been such a jerk.


Small puddles of water were forming an uneven trail down the hall. The bathroom door was ajar and Sam could hear Dean humming quietly in there before the door slammed shut. Castiel was nowhere to be seen but the water droplets led to his and Kevin's room.

Sam groaned. It wasn't really that he wasn't happy that the two of them sorted things out. It was just... It was just that the way they sorted it out was way past his imagination.

Back in the days – not so long ago actually – he had teased Dean about the profound bond. Sam wasn't the only one who'd commented on it either. The special connection between Dean and Cas was well known both in heaven and in hell.

Sam had not ever, not even in his wildest dreams – or nightmares – thought that this bond of sorts could lead to... this.

Looking down at the wet floor Sam wondered. Castiel had obviously got wet while he was in there. To avoid the images that popped up in his head Sam tried to picture Castiel running down the hall with a squirt-gun. It was a more pleasant scenario but not very likely.

He'd known that Castiel could possibly be a little dodgy when it came to sexual orientation. As an angel he was pretty much indifferent to the whole deal. Sam was more concerned about his brother. Dean had never, ever, not even the slightest given any indications that he was batting for the other team. On the contrary. Sometimes it seemed like the guy did his best to conquer any and all girls in sight.


Castiel was a little annoyed. His clothes were soaking wet and they didn't seem to be a moment closer to drying than they were when he left the bathroom. He obviously had to put on something else. Cas was perfectly aware of the fact that he couldn't mojo himself dry, but he'd really thought that it wouldn't take too long before he at least stopped dripping.

He knew that the only reason he even bothered to think about this – and make himself get worked up about it – was to avoid thinking about that other issue.

When he was standing in the shower with Dean – the guy's tongue practically down his throat (okay, a little exaggeration) – Castiel felt his penis grow inside his pants. It wasn't the first time he'd felt this but now it hit him like a tidal-wave. Dean had obviously noticed. He pulled away and cupped Cas' cheeks. "You have to go now. Everything will be fine, but go now." Dean's words came out as a hoarse whisper. He'd turned away quickly as Cas moved backwards out of the shower.

In his room he struggled to get the wet clothes off. It was tougher than he would have thought. The shirt wasn't so bad but the jeans clung to his thighs as if they were glued on. Castiel was a little exhausted when he finally got out of them.

A towel was hanging over the chair. He grabbed it and dried himself off before he dug out some clean dry clothes.

A few minutes later he was dressed again and looked at the pile of wet clothes on the floor. Cas didn't know what to do with them. Just leaving them there wouldn't do. They would probably never dry. He picked them up and exited the room.

The door to Sam's room was wide open and Sam was in there sifting through some papers on the desk. "Sam?" Cas peeked in to the room. "Where can I put these?" Sam turned slowly and gave him an undecipherable stare before he sighed heavily. "In the laundry room." He hesitated for a second. "I'll show you."

Sam eased himself passed Castiel and led the way. When they got there he pointed to a clothes rack. "You can hang them there to dry. We have to get some laundry done later."


Sam watched as Castiel put the clothes on the rack a little clumsily. Part of him wanted to ask all sorts of questions while another part struggled to keep them at bay. "Uh, Cas? I'm sorry but I..." He drew his breath and waited for the angel to turn around. Sam couldn't help himself still thinking of Castiel as an angel.

As soon as they were facing each other Sam knew that this was a bit too awkward. "I, uh, never mind." He looked down and scratched his forehead vigorously. Castiel's patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, everything will be fine." He nodded several times as if he was trying to convince himself that it was so.

Sam sighed. "Sorry, it's just too, too weird." He shrugged and started to move towards the door. "Forget it. If everything is fine it's... fine."

He more felt than saw Castiel's eyes follow him as he hurried to get back to the main room. Having this – what Dean would have called it – chick-flick-moment with a grown man was too disturbing. Sam got this creepy feeling that he was in a soap-opera. As if they had been thrown into an alternate universe – again.

Dealing with Castiel and his sometimes total lack of common sense had been hilarious at times. Jim would probably have been in his late thirties so it was easy to make the mistake and treat Cas as if he was that age. On the other hand, as an angel he was older than time but as a human he was pretty much fresh out of the womb.

Sometimes it was possible to look into those blue eyes and see which of these personalities he had taken on at that exact moment. The innocent and confused stare of a toddler, the hard, scrutinizing eyes of and Angel of the Lord or the serious yet mild gaze from a grown man. Lately another personality had emerged also. The erratic and almost bipolar, love-struck teenager.

Sam slumped down on the couch and sighed to himself. "Everything will be fine." He repeated Cas' words in his head and did his best to believe them.


Dean came into the kitchen to find Castiel sifting through the fridge. He was not sure how to handle the situation he'd gotten himself into but decided to play it by ear. Knowing perfectly well that Sam was watching he went over to Cas and stroke his back. "Hey Angel. Are you gonna cook dinner?" Cas looked up with a smile on his face. "I could try, but..." He chuckled shyly.

Dean shook his head as he reached passed Cas to grab a beer. "I'll do it. You can help." Cas stepped to the side to give Dean better access to the contents of the fridge. "I'd like that. You can teach me."

Castiel took on the task as a sous-chef with enthusiasm. He picked up quickly and seemed to slide into the role as a natural. Ever so often their hands touched and sometimes Dean let his fingers linger a little on Cas' skin.

Dean was still a little freaked out by his own feelings. When Castiel came into the shower and kissed him all doubts had been washed away in an instant. Now they came creeping back. This was still kind of scary – and slightly embarrassing. The arousal that came with that kiss was a little too much to handle and he had to get Cas out of the shower quickly.

The urge to rip Castiel's clothes off and have his way with him right then and there was overwhelming but of course he had to push it away. Already back at the junction when he picked up Castiel after the fall he knew that the guy turned him on. It had been a little disturbing but at that point it was manageable. He'd convinced himself that it was just an accident.

Now watching Cas stirring the gravy with his head tilted to the side and a dream-like look on his face Dean knew there were no accident. He was hopelessly in love with him and wanted him in every sense of the word. Dean shrugged and tried to concentrate on the task at hand.

As he was about to set the table Kevin came over and sniffed into the air. "Mm, smells good. I'm hungry." He grabbed the plates from Dean. "I'll do it, you do the cooking." The boy smiled and put the plates down. "What are we having?"


The mood around the table was now relaxed and comfortable. Dean was smiling and laughing. Sometimes a little nervously but still, he was clearly in a better mood that he'd been earlier in the week. Cas looked genuinely happy and the two of them kept peeking at each other with fondness. Even if Sam rolled his eyes ever so often, he too seemed to be handling the situation much better than before.

Kevin didn't know what to think about this. He was happy that the two of them didn't seem to be angry at him because of his little slip but he worried that this could possibly put them in danger. If Dean and Castiel were more focused on each other than anything else it could be bad.

After the meal was over Sam volunteered to clean up. He told them that except for some random flashes of dizziness he was completely healed and felt the urge to chip in on the housework.

In the main room Dean fetched his jacket and picked out a stack of what looked like credit cards and threw them on the table. "Here guys. This is your new identities." Kevin picked up one of the cards and looked at it. Castiel's eyes were staring at him from the picture. James C. W. Novak. Kevin handed it to Cas. "I think this is yours."

After sifting through the pile Kevin found one that looked exactly like the card he normally kept in his wallet. After examining it closely he discovered only one major difference. Dean had made him twenty-one years old. Kevin looked up. "Why?" Dean shrugged and gave him a smile. "Thought it would be a nice gesture. It's okay, right?"

Castiel hadn't said a word yet. He was holding the card close to his eyes as if he was nearsighted. When Dean and Kevin looked at him curiously he turned to them. "Why C W?" Kevin noticed that Dean blushed a little. He drew his breath and tried to look indifferent about it. "Oh, just a joke. I... Castiel Winchester! I just added it for kicks."

Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck and kissed him on the cheek. "That is so sweet of you." Now it was Kevin's turn to feel embarrassed. Those two grown men were suddenly cuddled up next to him. Dean obviously felt a little uncomfortable about the situation also and he grabbed Cas' wrists and got out of the embrace.

Kevin looked away as Dean leaned towards Cas. "No, not now. I need time," he whispered into Castiel's ear. Kevin being so close couldn't help overhearing it anyway and got up quickly. "I'm going to help Sam." He hurried over to the kitchen.

The dishes were done and Sam was wiping the counter. "You look a little flustered. What's up?" He gave Kevin a crooked smile before he threw the cloth into the sink. Kevin sighed. "They are... it's embarrassing." He pointed towards the living area.

Sam's eyes flew wide open and he leaned back a little to be able to take a peek at Dean and Cas. "They're just sitting there. What?" He looked at Kevin again. Kevin shrugged. "They had a little moment. It wasn't like... you know?" He rolled his eyes. "But I think Dean got a little freaked out. He's not ready to dive into this relationship head first."

Sam scrunched his face and shook his head. "I see. Well, I don't care." he reached for a beer in the fridge. "Want one?"

Kevin took the beer he was offered and pondered over Sam's words. There was no way Sam didn't care. The guy had a pained expression on his face every time he had Cas and Dean in sight simultaneously. "You're lying. Maybe even to yourself. You don't like it?" Kevin meant it as a question but Sam didn't answer at once.


Kevin's stare made him squirm. Sam took a sip from his beer and scratched his neck trying to find a proper answer. "It's just weird. I can't even..." He leaned on the counter and shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it."

The two of them hung out in the kitchen for a while. None of them wanted to join the happy couple at the moment and Sam tried desperately to come up with something to talk about.

Kevin cleared his throat. "We could go for a walk? I mean... we could leave them alone..." He lifted his brows. Sam scoffed and rolled his eyes. "There's nowhere to go and anyway... It's just too disturbing." He didn't really know what he expected to happen if Dean and Cas were left alone in the bunker but Sam didn't like the images that popped up in his head.

He stepped to the side and looked at the two guys on the couch again. Cas was now lying down with his head on the armrest. It looked like he was sleeping. Sam knew that Castiel didn't get much sleep last night so it wasn't so strange if he needed a little shuteye. Dean was sifting through some papers on the table while he with the other hand caressed Cas' ankle. When he noticed Sam's stare he startled and let go of Cas' foot before he got up and approached them.


"He just fell asleep." Dean whispered as he walked over to the fridge. "It's okay." He knew he was mostly talking to himself but could see that both Sam and Kevin nodded. With a beer in his hand he stopped in the middle of the floor. "We have to find that angel. I have to find her."

Sam chuckled quietly. "How many angels do you need? You don't worry Cas will get jealous?" Sam didn't look as amused as he sounded. Dean shrugged and sent him a quick glance. "Shut it. You know what I mean."

He walked over to the couch again and picked up the papers from the table before he went back to Sam and Kevin. "I found some money." He showed Sam the statement from Jim's bank. "Jimmy had a secret. A few thousand dollars. We could always need the money"

Sam took the paper and looked at it curiously. "Wouldn't it belong to Amelia?" He gave the paper back. "I mean... we can't just take it?"

Dean told them what he'd learned from his little trip to Pontiac. "And you know... I don't think she'd appreciate us contacting her." He shrugged and peeked over at Castiel. "I think she would prefer to never hear about us or Cas ever again."

Dean was about to go back to the couch but turned and faced Sam and Kevin. "Maybe she knows about it and left it for... Jim." He shrugged. "I mean... she never knew what really happened to him."

He wanted to get the conversation onto another track and turned to Kevin. "And if everything goes well you can go to college in the fall." Kevin startled. "But I didn't even graduate. I have to finish high school."

Proud of himself Dean presented Kevin a diploma. "You did now. Here." Kevin startled and grabbed it. "No! I wanted to..." The boy sighed. "Going back to my old school is probably not an option right now, but I would have wanted to..." He threw his hands out. "Thanks... I think."

Dean walked away. He didn't want any complaints. He was sure he'd done the right thing and wasn't interested in their ranting. He was more concerned about the relationship with Castiel.

The fact that he was turned on by the former angel was very disturbing. Dean knew in his heart that he loved the guy with every fiber of his being. That in itself was hard enough to cope with. That he wanted to... "No, no, no..." Dean chanted the words to himself. He had no idea how it would work. Theoretically he had general knowledge but actually doing it was quite different.

Dean decided to go to bed and leave Cas where he was. He didn't want to ponder over what Cas would think about this. Inviting Cas to his bed was a little too scary but he didn't want to shut him out either. He felt a little confused. Leaving Cas on the couch would definitely be the easiest choice. It looked like Sam and Kevin was ready to turn in also so he said goodnight and left them before they could ask any questions. Tomorrow would be a new day and Dean could deal with everything then.

How he chose to deal with it came as a surprise even to him and if he'd known what his desicion would lead to he would have given it a second thought.


Castiel woke up from the sound of music. Confused from the fact that he was still on the couch he tried to find out where the music came from. His own phone was vibrating on the table. He grabbed it and could see it was Dean calling. He also noticed that the clock showed that it was morning. Castiel pressed the answer button. He He didn't know what to say. He hadn't used it that much.

"Hey Cas. You up and about?" Dean sounded concerned and Castiel cleared his throat before he managed to answer. "Well I'm awake, but not up." He eased himself into a sitting position. "I'm sitting."

A period of silence followed and Castiel wondered if Dean had hung up on him. That would be weird. "Dean? Are you there?" He could faintly hear Dean drawing his breath. "I had to go out. I just..." the sound of another deep breath came through the line before Dean continued. "Cas, I'm confused by these feelings. This is not easy for me."

Castiel waited patiently for Dean to continue. He felt slightly disappointed that Dean had left him on the couch. He'd been so sure that the two of them would cuddle up in Dean's bed that night, now that they knew about each others feelings. "Where are you?" It would be weird if Dean called from his room.

"Uh, I'm just out for a drive but... Cas. I'm sorry but I don't know if I can..." A little huff followed Dean's words. "I can't... be with you. We have to get over this... this crush." The words sunk into Castiel's mind and made him stop breathing for a moment. "Are you breaking up with me over the phone? We didn't even... we..." He didn't know how to continue. This was not right. A knot started to form in his gut and a flash of anger clouded his mind.

"I will leave now. I can not stay here if you don't want me." Cas could hear that his own voice had a higher pitch than usual. "Goodbye Dean." As he pulled the phone away from his ear to turn it off he heard Dean's voice scream. "NO!"