They settled into a motel after returning to Iowa to rest up after the long drive. They didn't share a bed at first, but Steve could see Dean wanted to. He just didn't want to accidentally hurt Steve's leg even though he'd kicked his ass sparring. Dean had a nightmare, but wouldn't talk about, so Steve just crawled into bed with him anyway. It felt nice feeling someone else's body heat, and Dean looked so much younger asleep.
The wendigo clawing him hadn't been as bad as trying to keep the injury out of Dean's sight. Steve healed so quickly it might not even seem human with the super serum, so he kept the wound to himself and kept it bandaged even after it had scabbed over. He appreciated Dean's concern, but he didn't want to Dean to think he was some sort of monster.
He liked Dean. Maybe more than just a friend.
Okay, so he really liked Dean more than a friend.
His heart pounded whenever Steve caught Dean watching him, especially in training, but he pretended he didn't see anything. Dean was sweet, understanding, funny, smart, laidback and brave. Sure, he wasn't perfect, and he'd seen and done things that'd make a sinner pray, but the overprotective friendly knucklehead always made Steve smile. It was uncharted territory, but with everything that had happened he was all for living in the now and just going for things before it was too late. Dean seemed interested, very interested, and Steve knew Dean wouldn't try and stab him for going for it like he'd heard a guy in the Bronx had back in his day for asking the wrong person.
At first it had been just a passing attraction, but the more time Steve spent with him over the course of weeks the more he enjoyed being with Dean. Hunting was dangerous, terrifying, horrible, and thrilling all in one. Dean told him a hunter's life usually ended sad and bloody, and in many ways hunters being soldiers. They were fighting in a war no one backed them in, usually for no pay at all, losing people they care about along the way, getting scars and nightmares that might never leave them, and yet they just kept on fighting. They fought so normal civilians could sleep safe in their beds at night, so no one would have to feel the pain they felt seeing their loved ones torn to pieces, even if they ended up on the wrong side of the law because werewolves weren't a valid excuse for carrying around so many unregistered weapons in the state of Connecticut.
There was just something about it that made Steve respect hunters, and never see Dean as some sort of maniac cold hearted killer. It was also pretty hard to see a man who said 'tummy' and cuddled in his sleep, while vehemently denying it later, a maniac killer.
Dean had been sick from the burgers, and thanks to the super serum Steve hadn't been affected. It made him cringe in sympathy whenever he saw Dean make a face at his nausea, but the man insisted on driving even though he had been so close to vomiting. Poor Dean barely made it to the motel bathroom. It only seemed reasonable to get some medicine and anything else that could help since the gas station was only across the street. It had been impulsive to start rubbing Dean's stomach, but he just looked so miserable Steve did it anyway just like his own mother had done for him when he was young.
Kissing Dean so suddenly, even on the head, filled Steve with joy and debilitating fear and he just hoped Dean wouldn't be too angry.
Dean might not have understood the words Steve told him: I mo thuairimse, go mb'fhéidir go mbeadh mé i ngrá leat, but Steve still tried to figure out why the hell he'd said them in the first place. They just came out, probably because Dean didn't understand it. Who knew what Dean said in Latin or ASL since Steve didn't know them.
Still, any doubts about Dean being angry with him were quelled when Dean actually kissed Steve on the temple when he left. If Bucky were a alive he'd scold Steve for being a ditzy dolly over someone. Bucky was always so calm and cool around his dates, Steve had never been able to get a handle of Bucky's finesse, but anything and everything went out the window with Dean. Dean always caught him off guard, kept him on his toes, and Bucky wouldn't know Steve was dealing with a dreamboat of a fella who actually was interested in him.
Steve was sure the two would've got along pretty well. They were both worrywarts, they both were real slick, and they thought they were the funniest men alive. Bucky's only issue might be thinking Dean was a nutcase for hunting monsters, but he'd probably come along anyway.
Steve turned on the TV only to have the voice of Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny fill the room. He had once snuck into the theater with Bucky to check out one of the black and white Looney Tunes shorts. Some of the firsts back when he had been young were Bosko, Buddy, Beans the Cat, Egghead and Porky Pig. Watching it with Dean he hadn't seen Bosko or Beans, but Porky Pig was still popular. Later Daffy Duck, Elmer Fudd, and Bugs Bunny had been introduced not long before the war started. Those were still pretty popular even though the animation had changed quite a bit since his time
Bugs had always been one of Steve's favorites with his easy going attitude and Bronx-Brooklyn accent.
Bucky had been sure to point it out to him when he saw a war bonds commercial featuring the rabbit with Porky and Elmer.
Steve watched the cartoon for a while until his phone rang, "Hello, this is Steve Rogers speaking."
Natasha said, "I like how you answer the phone. It's very concise, yet also polite."
Steve chuckled, "Hello, Natasha. What's cooking?-I mean what's up?"
"It's pretty classified, Rogers, I don't know if I can tell you, but I was just calling to check up on our good captain. Stark's got it in his head you'll end up being murdered by backwoods hicks, and that you're conspiring against him with his A.I. Where you at right now?"
"Missouri." Steve answered, "It's not so bad, and Tony is just wacky sometimes. I think I've almost gotten used to it."
Natasha replied, "I've known Stark longer than you, Cap, and I'm still not used to Tony's ways."
Steve said, "Tony did mention you doing 'sneaky spy things' as he put it."
"Just doing my job."
Steve didn't know if it would work. It didn't seem like it would work since many people didn't usually speak Latin, but Natasha was a excellent international spy and very intelligent. Steve just couldn't help but want to know what Dean had said to him in Latin, especially after Steve had said such embarrassing things to him in his own mother tongue. Steve asked, "Romanov, I know this might sound odd, but by any chance do you speak Latin?"
"Possum loquentes lingua disertus." Natasha asked, "Why do you ask?"
Steve really hoped he'd memorized what Dean had said correctly. His memory was usually impeccable, but he didn't want to sound like an imbecile in a language he didn't know, "Um- Pulchra tu habes oculos. Apricitas."
Natasha chuckled, "Tibi gratias agam. Are you flirting with me, Rogers? I get the whole 'Be nice to Grandpa he doesn't know any better' thing, but there's only so far I'm willing to go."
Steve stammered, "Uh-um-no, I-I just wanted to know what that meant. I don't speak Latin."
Natasha said, "You said: you have beautiful eyes, sunshine. Apricitas can also be translated as having the warmth of the sun. Well, if that wasn't directed at me then I'm assuming you're trying to flirt with someone else in Latin, which doesn't make much sense, or someone happened to flirt with you in Latin and you had no idea what they said. Am I correct?"
Steve couldn't think of the words to respond. Dean had said something so sappy to him, and he just had to do it in Latin. Sure, Steve had done the same, but Dean actually thought Steve had beautiful eyes. He supposed they were a nice shade of blue, his mother had always adored them when he was little.
"Am I correct?" Natasha repeated.
"Yes, you're correct. I was wondering-how might one, theoretically, go about going steady with someone in this day and age."
"Does this person possibly in any way want to 'go steady' with you?"
Steve scratched the back of his neck, "I believe so."
"It will save you trouble if you just tell them. I've heard Clint's woes before and it always ends badly if he never gets the backbone to say anything about it. This does put a wrench in my plans to find you a date, but I guess you doing it for yourself is good too."
Steve blurted out, "Have you ever been in love, Natasha?"
"Love?"
"Yeah, love."
"I don't really have a good answer for you, Cap. I don't have an answer I think you'd want to hear. Why do you ask?"
"I think-I think I might in love with someone. " Steve replied, "I'm not sure really."
Natasha said, "Easy, you think you might be in love. If so good for you. If not alright then. It's simple. Anything else I can do for you, Captain?"
"You wouldn't happen to know sign language would you?"
Natasha replied, "Clint is fluent compared to me. You should video chat him if you can figure it out, Gramps. He's not on a mission at the moment. Last I checked he was just on the Helicarrier."
Steve said, "I'll do that. Thanks, Natasha."
"Anytime, Father time."
Steve smiled, but Natasha wouldn't know through the phone, "Those jokes have gotten old. Right alongside Tony's patriotic ones."
"Not yet. In time maybe, but not yet. Call Clint."
"Alright, I will. Goodbye Natasha."
"Goodbye, Steve."
Steve was a smart man. Video chat was confusing, but after the incident with Tony where he had screamed in horror over only seeing one of Steve's eyes, Steve tried practicing with the phone to get better. To learn something practice was needed that was all. It seemed pretty dark where Clint was with only small streams of light, but Steve could see the pearly white of Clint's teeth as he grinned, "Hey, Cap. Figured out video chat did ya? Good for you, man. What's up?"
Steve greeted him, "Hello, Clint. How are you?"
"I'm hiding from Coulson and he hasn't found me yet, so pretty damn good."
"You shouldn't hide from him. He'll find you eventually."
"Okay, Mom whatever you say."
Steve rolled his eyes but decided not to comment on Clint calling him mom, "I was talking to Natasha a bit ago. She said you knew sign language."
Clint said, "Yeah, I do. It kinda goes in hand with the hearing aids I wear. Did you not read my file?"
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, "I skimmed. It was a pretty busy week at the time, so I didn't read it cover to cover comprehensively. I've been planning to, but haven't gotten around to it."
Clint laughed, "I am totally telling Tony that."
Steve sighed, "Fine, I just called because I wanted to know what something meant."
"Shoot. I'm all eyes. Ha, that was pretty funny. I came up with that on the fly. It was awesome admit it."
"It was very awesome, Clint." Steve remembered exactly the hand movements Dean had made. That didn't mean he was a bit nervous about whether what Dean had said would be embarrassing or not.
Clint blinked, and blinked again. His body shook in what seemed to be a failed attempt at holding in laughter. A few giggles escaped his lips, but he managed to speak, "I'm flattered, Steve. Really, I didn't think you'd notice. Shucks, all that for little old me."
Steve huffed, "Barton!"
Clint said, "Dude, I can't help it. You just told me you thought I have a cute butt."
Steve's face felt too warm, "Oh."
"It is pretty great. I can understand why you'd think that. Your's isn't half bad either." Clint chuckled, "Wait, you said you wanted to know what that meant didn't you? Did some deaf chick say that to you? Does grandpa got himself a dame?"
Steve stated, "I'm not a grandpa. Physically and mentally I'm younger than you."
Clint said, "M'kay, Pops, so you gonna tell me about your girl or what? I want details. I know Tony will want to know everything."
Steve tried not to whine, "Please, don't tell him."
"You know I got to, Steve. It's not so bad. It's a good thing you're getting out there and mingling. Come on, at least tell me what she's like."
Coulson's voice echoed through the phone, "Barton, I know you're in here! You have paperwork to do. You can't hide from me."
Clint's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything or risk Coulson hearing him. Clint deserved some reparation for teasing him, and paperwork wasn't such a horrible punishment Steve wouldn't feel bad about it. He raised his voice a bit so Coulson might hear, "Hello, Agent Coulson, how are you today?"
Clint hissed, "Damn you, Rogers!"
Clint groaned when a hand landed on his shoulder. Coulson's grip tightened while Clint gave Steve a look of betrayal. He leaned down and barely got into the shot, but Steve could see a bit of Coulson's face. Coulson said, "Hello, Captain Rogers. I'm good thank you for asking. If you've finished your conversation with, Barton, I hope you wouldn't mind me taking him away to actually work."
Clint whined, "Coulson, I don't want to!"
Steve replied, "It's alright, Coulson. I don't mind. I'm sure some paperwork might actually be good for Clint"
Coulson smiled, "I feel the same. Thank you, Captain."
Coulson moved out of the camera's view and Clint struggled like a child in trouble. Clint grumbled into the camera, "Thanks alot Captain Goody Goody. You got me busted."
Steve chuckled, "Have fun, Clint."
Clint whispered into the phone, "I'm telling Tony!"
"No!"
Coulson said, "Barton, now move it!"
Clint ended the call without so much as a goodbye. Steve didn't mind too much since Clint tended to do that.
His thoughts turned back to Dean.
Lord, the man just had to flirt with him in ways Steve didn't understand. The last few times they'd been in each other's company Dean had seemed more touchy and almost flirtatious, but never outright saying something like he had in Latin or sign language. He liked Dean. Steve wanted to actually kiss Dean on the lips; not just the temple, and he wouldn't get sent to the nuthouse for it either.
Steve had decided.
The next time he saw Dean he was gonna kiss him for real .
Fucking Steve Rogers with his stupid shy smile, and dumb way of being the sweetest fucking sweetheart on this side of the Atlantic, and his stubborn hard headedness to not back down from a fight, the way his brow crinkles when he disagrees with something, and his damn dorky laugh. Fucking Steve Roger's everything to be more precise.
Fuck Steve Rogers in the theoretical sense.
Fuck Steve Rogers in the actual sense would be great too.
Maybe take him out on a date somewhere, maybe Sam would like him, let him meet Kevin and Charlie, make out with him in Dean's room, take him to the zoo since Steve seems like the kind of guy to gush over cute animals, have sex in the backseat of the Impala-
Dean tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He'd let Steve take care of him, cuddled (not cuddled) with Steve, kissed him on the head. Steve was too much. Thinking of him made Dean feel warm and gave him a funny feeling in his chest. Dean wasn't sure he was prepared to face the facts. Scratch that, he knew he was not at all prepared for it. No one could prepare for Steve fucking Rogers.
It was weird, it pissed him off a little, made him a little sad, and made him want to sleep next to Steve all the time. Dean wanted to have Steve hunting with him, he wanted Steve to try his cooking, he wanted Steve's dick. Okay, so Dean got ahead of himself, but god did he want Steve. The feeling reminded him of other times that hadn't ended so well, but there was no use trying to shove it down. It just wouldn't work.
The Impala roared down the highway as Dean made his way back to Kansas. He tapped his thumbs against the wheel to the rhythm of Zeppelin, but he was still worked up about Steve. Steve probably didn't even want him anyway. Steve was too good for him. Relationships never worked for Dean. It was miracle he'd even kept Steve for a friend as long as he had.
Cassie had turned into a trainwreck after Dean told her about his life, but Steve had responded okay to it all, and was a pretty good hunter, but Steve could very well be freaking out about it and keeping it from him.
Jo always felt more like family, and thinking about her made his throat tight.
Lisa had been a prime example of how Dean tended to fuck up people's lives just by being in them.
He didn't want to fuck up Steve's life, but at the same time he really wanted to be in Steve's life.
Fuck!
Dean didn't even jump when Crowley appeared in the backseat, "Gigantor isn't here? Hm, I get shotgun then."
Crowley popped back into the car in the front seat. Dean wasn't in the mood, "What do you want, Crowley?"
Crowley put his hand on his heart, "You wound me, Dean-o. Can't friends just see what friends are up to?"
Dean asked, "Don't you,I don't know, have hell to run?"
Crowley said, "Yes, but a little birdy told me you've got yourself a boyfriend. I came to see if it was true for myself."
Dean rolled his eyes, "He isn't my boyfriend. At least not yet; probably not ever."
"That's pathetic. Will he be or will he not be? Is this another one of your damn self-loathing things?"
Dean glared at him, "Since when did you become my frickin' therapist?"
Crowley shrugged, "Touchy. If you want an honest answer I'd saw around the time of the whole Mark of Cain fiasco. Are you planning on telling me about your beau?"
Dean was really starting to hate that word.
"Fine! Whatever! He's too good for me, and he probably doesn't even feel the same way, so drop it."
The words Steve said to him came to mind. They had sounded so sincere, so open, and Dean wanted to know what they had meant. His best bet aside from Cas was probably Crowley knowing it. It wasn't his first option, but better than nothing. Dean just blurted them out, "I mo thuairimse, go mb'fhéidir go mbeadh mé i ngrá leat."
Crowley's eyebrows shot up, but he quickly regained his composure and smirked, "Squirrel, I'm flattered, but it would never work between us. What would your bo say? I doubt Moose would be so accepting of you and I?"
Dean demanded, "They weren't directed at you! I want to know what I just said."
Crowley replied, "Irish and Scottish Gaelic are similar but different, and you're lucky I know both. You just said you think you might be in love with me. Although, that wasn't apparently directed at me. Is your boyfriend an Irishman?"
"His grandparents emigrated to the States from Ireland. He said he did get bulled some called things like Shant, Narrowback, WIC, Bog Jumper, Potato Bastard."
Crowley furrowed his brow, "Narrowback is a term for someone the child of Irish immigrants. Are you sure he said grandparents?"
Dean couldn't even think of responding to Crowley. Steve had told him right to his goddamn face that he thinks he might be-well in love with had seemed to replicate his flirting and seemed like he liked him, but now Dean had something concrete. Crowley hadn't been lying, and Dean knew he had said it right.
Crowley said, "Is anyone home? I'm surprised you haven't crashed this car with how you don't pay any attention to the road."
Dean stated, "I cannot believe he said that. I'm gonna kick his ass."
Crowley rolled his eyes, "I'm sure there's other things you'd rather to do his arse. Have Moose deal with you because your impossible."
"No one invited you." Dean replied.
Crowley huffed, "Fine. Tell me when you finally actually land your boyfriend. I can't wait to meet him."
Crowley was gone before Dean could reply, but he still yelled, "You won't ever meet him!"
Dean hadn't even gotten all the way through the bunker door when he was hit with a barrage of questions from the kids and Sam.
"How'd the hunt go? Did you be the knight in shining armor in front of your boyfriend?"
"You still haven't shown us a picture. Did you get a picture?"
"If he's being trained as a hunter does that not make us in training anymore?"
"We're you mean to Garth when he asked about Steve?"
"Did you and Steve really get drunk together and than do it?"
"Why won't Cas give us details?"
Dean sighed, "One damn thing at a time. I'm tired, hungry, and I have to piss so I'll give it to you quick and dry."
Kevin muttered, "Ew."
"That wasn't innuendo, Kev, so shut your trap. Now, I already said both the ghost and the wendigo went fine. Steve got a little scratched, but he's fine. Craig and his daughter are fine and the wendigo got roasted. For the last time he isn't my boyfriend. I'm just glad Steve didn't run to the nearest mental hospital and try to have me thrown in. I think I was a badass, but hell if I know what Steve thought."
Dean shut Sam down before he could ask, "I did not get a picture, and I don't have any pictures. If the thing your looking into is actually a case you can see what he looks like for yourself."
Charlie argued, "That isn't fair. We wanna see him too! Come on, Dean."
Sam whispered to her, "I'll snap a picture to Steve for you."
Charlie hissed back, "See if he is worthy."
Dean said, "I'm right here you know. I am training Steve so he will be safe and he's taking to it pretty well, but you two are still newbies. Steve's popped his hunting cherry and you two have been around the block a little, but you are not up to big leagues just yet. I can't have you two getting hurt."
Kevin furrowed his brow, "If Steve's a hunting virgin. Does that make you and Sam hunting sluts?"
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm not dignifying that with an answer. Also, Garth was being irritating so I just threatened him a little. I did not get drunk I had food poisoning and Steve seemed dry the entire time I was with him. Steve and I haven't done anything so you three need to stop gossiping about me like housewives with no cable and the kids are at grandma's. Cas won't tell you anything because he's a good friend even though he can be a little shit. I know you told him to be 'motherfucking angel of the lord', Sammy, don't even try and argue.
Dean pulled his duffle over his shoulder and moved Kevin out of his way, "I have been driving for hours so move it."
Entering his room there was nothing Dean wanted to do more was than to flop down on his beautiful memory foam bed, but there were more pressing matters. The drive had been long, a little boring without someone to talk to, and the last restroom he'd stopped at had looked like a murder crime scene. Dean hadn't shaved in a few days and was getting a little too scruffy for his taste. He could take a shower later, after he got someone homemade and hot into his stomach.
It felt good to have his electric razor back. Dean had forgotten to pack it when he left the bunker in a rush. As much as he liked a little stubble, too much just wasn't his thing. Dean tried to imagine Steve with a beard. Maybe like Benny's. He hadn't really ever seen Steve with any stubble, so he wondered if it was as blonde as his head or darker. He wanted to know if the carpet matched the drapes too, but that was something different entirely. Dean washed his face before patting it dry with a towel. Charlie wasn't all that sneaky when she tried and failed to quietly enter his room. Charlie sat down in his desk chair, "Alright, Dean, spill. It's just me. I'm not hiding Sam up my sleeve of Kevin in my bra. Come on, buddy, we're both adults here."
Dean collapsed on his bed without even looking at her, "There ain't nothing to spill."
"I know your dying to gush about Steve. I am an unbiased ear here. You've got something getting under your skin I know it."
Dean rolled onto his back, "Aside from you getting under my skin? There really isn't anything to spill. It ain't like me and him had sex or anything, okay."
"On the basis on you going straight to sex when I ask you to spill I've made a deduction." Charlie said, "You're fine with sex. Yay, all sex all around fun times and all, but emotions are tricky. Mr, Macho has a crush I see."
Dean huffed, "I'm not some zit faced highschooler."
"Grown men get crushes too, Dean. No matter how deep you go you can't bury those feelings."
"Okay, I am sick of people playing psychiatrist for me."
Charlie rolled her eyes, "I think the word you're looking for is caring."
Dean sighed, "Fine, okay. I might feel something for Steve which may be something or I could just really want his dick in my mouth. Who knows what it could be?" Charlie chuckled at that, " Either way, I kind of know Steve has a thing for me, but I'm not sure if I should do with it. based on past experiences I don't think It'd be a good idea."
Charlie asked,"You don't think It'd be a good idea to go after something that would make you happy?"
Dean stated, "I don't think It'd be a good idea to put someone I care about in the line of fire. I don't want him-"
Charlie interrupted, "Alright, so we're stowing the self-sacrificing self-loathing B.S for a bit. Steve's already made his decision to be in the life hasn't he? He hadn't run for the hills and he still wants to be his should respect his choice. The situation only gets better if the guy wants Dean Winchester cuddles and kisses."
Dean interrupted, "I don't cuddle. And I think you're listening to Kevin too much."
Charlie ignored Dean and continued, "Things have settled down a bit as far as hunting goes. Nothing apocalyptic at the moment anyway. I know you're scared, but you can't just run from everything like that. Just try, Dean. If it doesn't work, okay, but if it does-"
Dean asked sarcastically, "You'll start planning a wedding? That really isn't in the cards for me. Charlie, we haven't even really kissed yet so don't get ahead of yourself."
Charlie made no attempt to hide the look of surprise on her face, "Oh, well I didn't expect that. I think you should take to Sam about dating; like right now. Come on, if you do I'll cook for you."
Dean sat up, "Why should I talk to Sam?"
Charlie pulled him off the bed and tried to drag him out the door, "Kevin and Cas are out for really solid dating expertise. I do not really have track record that long of my relationships. Sam would know better."
Dean wanted to catch a few hours, but followed Charlie down the hall anyway, "You know most the people Sammy sleeps with end up dying or being monsters, right?"
"I thought we weren't supposed to talk about his dick of doom."
Dean chuckled, "Sammy doesn't like it, but it's not really a set in stone rule."
"He's in the library. I'll leave you two do your brother thing."
Charlie practically shoved Dean over to the desk Sam sat at before making a hasty retreat. It made Dean feel like he was waiting in the principal's office when Sam glanced at Dean over his book and gestured for him to sit. Sam put his book down and clasped his hands together. Dean said, "If you start talking Godfather to me I'm leaving."
Sam pursed his lips, "Don't try to get out of this, man."
Dean slumped into the chair and crossed his arms, "I'm not. I just kinda wanted to talk to you about something. It's about dating. I'm gonna be a man about this so don't you go being a bitch about it."
Sam relaxed and smiled, "I won't, dude, I swear. You wanting to date Steve is great. Cas said he's a man with a good soul, but I do want to meet him."
Dean asked, "Cas, really said that? He was practically giving him the 'shotgun dad with precious daughter' ninth degree when he flew his ass to the motel."
Castiel walked past the door, "I did what I had to. I apologize if it wasn't very nice. We all support your endeavors, Dean, and hope for the best. I am assure you he is no demon or possesses any evil intent."
Dean scratched his neck, "Yeah, well, I was thinking of taking Steve out and maybe bringing him to the bunker if it's okay with you guys. I'd have to check it over with Kevin and Charlie too."
Castiel disappeared for a moment before returning with Kevin and Charlie. Kevin complain, "Now that you have your wings you're just flapping all over the place. I don't like it."
Dean said, "Cut the whining. Cas got you guys cause I wanted to ask you how'd you feel about me bringing Steve home."
Charlie grinned, "I don't care if you bring him home and he eats all our cookies I just want to meet him."
Kevin replied, "Those cookies are mine."
Dean asked, "Come on, Kev, what do you think about it?"
Kevin shrugged, "I guess it's okay. How insulated are these walls? My room isn't that far from yours and I really don't wanna have to listen to you two-"
Dean held up a hand, "I'm gonna cut you off right there. Not another word."
Sam said, "Dean can get pretty noisy. Motel walls are crap, but the bunker's not too bad."
Castiel looked around, "Perhaps I should reinforce the walls so sound does not travel so much."
"Good thinking, Cas."
Dean walked away and shouted over his shoulder, "I hate all of you!"
Charlie yelled back, "Lies! You love us!"
His family was a pain in the ass, but they did help him when they needed it. Dean just hoped Steve would like them. As much as he liked Steve, Steve not liking his family was a bit of a deal breaker.
Then again, Steve already knew how much Sam meant to Dean.
