Dean opened the door to the bedroom, Castiel had his eyes closed and was curled up on his side as they had left him. Next to the angel was a huge cat with a luxurious long coat all buff, cream and tan. "Huh…well I never saw that cat before" Dean kneeled by the bed and held his hand out, the cat opened its eyes, Dean didn't know much about cats but he had never witnessed one with such unusual features. Almond shaped eyes that were pale water blue with threads of gold running through the iris, ringed in black. The cat bumped Deans hand in greeting and went back to sleep.
Sam approached the bed and the cat stood, head cocked looking at him, a low growl started and the cat bared its teeth and hissed. Sam took a step back, the animal looked even bigger standing and he decided he didn't want the cat hanging off his face anytime soon. Satisfied Sam was not going to get closer the cat curled up in the curve of Castiels neck and kept one eye slightly open. Dean laughed, "guess he doesn't like you Sammy."
"Hey there boys, I came to check on my favorite patient, how is he doing today?" Nurse Maggie stood in the door. Sam greeted her and excused himself from the room. "So Sam decided to show up after all I see. How do you feel about that?" In the hunter culture it seemed everyone knew the rest of the groups business like a small town. " Sam has my back so its pretty awesome, despite his shortcomings with the whole soul thing, he is still my brother. I'll get the fur ball out of the way." Dean coaxed the cat out of the room.
Maggie looked in the angels eyes and there wasn't a reaction . Dean helped her roll him on his stomach and she checked his back and bottom. "Whew, he looks better than the last time I saw him, he is healing at an accelerated rate so maybe he is slowly getting his power back but his mind is still checked out." Rolling him on his opposite side she covered him back up. "So Dean, have people try to get him downstairs so he is around everyone, it might stimulate him. Is he eating?" Dean shook his head, "no but we keep trying, its like he is hibernating or something."
Maggie left, Dean went to Bobby who had the company of the big cat on his book he was trying to read "Not helpin' cat, either pick up a book or get off mine" Bobbies voice was rough but he had a slight smile and didn't move the cat.
"So who does the cat belong too?" Dean patted it on the head. "Damned if I know, it ran in early this morning and snuck upstairs to sleep with Cas, I didn't have the heart to throw her out and she seems pretty attached…weird right?"
" Yah it is, you said she? What are you going to call her?" Dean said while pouring himself a drink.
"Not my cat so call her what you want" Bobby scratched up the cats back and she danced on her tiptoes in response. "Sure is a pretty thing, really big! Got to be about 12 pounds or more, that ain't all hair."
Dean smiled "Cas is healing fast, physically at least so that's something. Holly said she would come to take care of Cas while Sam and I went to do a job, shouldn't take more than a couple days. Just a haunting not too far away. I'm no good sitting around here and as long as my baby is healing I trust you guys to watch him if that's ok."
Bobby looked worried "Are you sure that is wise? Look do you think you should be out hunting with Sam until we figure out how to get his soul back? It sounds bad but I still wonder where he was when Cas was getting the crap beat out of him…among other things, although this necklace is still a puzzle."
Dean was packing their gear up "Look there is no way Sammy went that dark side on us, he has his issues but wouldn't do that ok?" Deans voice softened" He knows how much Cas means to me."
Bobby walked Dean out to the car and Sam was approaching, putting his hand on Deans shoulder he said in a low voice "Don't let your love for the boy blind you Dean, you call me if anything goes wrong."
Bobby walked toward the house, the big cat trotting next to him like a dog.
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The Impala pulled into the gravel parking of the little hotel. Sam got them a room, the theme du jour was atomic 50s boomerang with liberal amounts of pink, turquoise and gold. Dean frowned "Well at least we don't have to look at bass fishing paintings like the last place."
"You going to take a shower Sammy?" Sam was unpacking, shook his head no "Go ahead I'll take mine in the morning." Dean stripped and walked to the bathroom "suit yourself". When Sam heard the shower start he quickly undressed and crawled into bed, it tired him out to act like old Sam. He pretended to sleep, waiting for his brother. Dean walked out into the dark room and took his towel off, his back to Sam. Sam opened his eyes and stared and his brothers strong back and perfect ass, he was feeling that urge again, the one he couldn't satisfy.
Dean turned around and caught him looking and just slide into the bed, back to Sam. "Sam go to sleep ok?" Sam rolled over "I can't sleep, can you hold me like you used to?", Dean sighed rolling to face his brother and pulled him over in an embrace. "I'm with Cas now Sammy so this is just till you fall asleep ok?"
Castiel was well aware of the brothers complicated past and their feelings for each other so Dean figured he wouldn't think this was too weird. Dean fell asleep, Sam spent the night watching his brother. Since coming back Sam slept very little but Dean didn't need to know that.
The next day they researched and pinpointed the haunting in the B&B , this is one Sam and Dean would call a cake walk, a one day job. Finding the bones however took a little more doing. Evelyn Robinson was buried several miles out of town along a farm stone fence marked by a large tree that seemed out of place.
Sam started digging while Dean got out the cooler of beer and watched, he didn't sleep well and Sam always seemed full of energy so he took the first round. It was a strange day, for the time of year there wasn't a lick of snow and the temperatures were very mild, mild enough to sweat from the work. Dean took the second round of digging and it was Sams turn to watch his brother dig, Dean took off his jacket and Sam enjoyed looking at the muscles working under the tight t shirt.
Sam was distracted by his brothers body and his own erection pressing against the denim of his jeans. "Sam…Sammy! Lets get this done..wake up." Sam jumped up and pulled Dean out of the hole, spraying accelerant over the bones and a layer of salt they lit it up and watched it all burn.
Dean walked over to the car and grabbed a beer and sat to rest on the cooler, back against the bumper. Sam was staring at him intensely then in a blink was kneeling between Deans open legs. "I really want you Dean, I've been with countless people since I've gotten out of the cage and nothing does it for me. Its like instinct, like my mate rejecting me…I can't explain this but I will have you."
Dean tried to get up but was pinned by Sam against the car. Sam growled "Its not a fucking request so just let this happen" Dean tried to get leverage but Sam grabbed him by the hair and struck his brothers head against the car. Deans face was twisted in anger "you better not have dented my car your bitch."
Sam laughed sharply and flipped Dean over the cooler, elbow across the back, Sams long legs wrapped over Deans straddling him. Sam licked Deans ear, "I need this and I don't care about your angel, what you want and you ARE going to let me in. I was yours before that train wreck of an angel showed up. Do you know how many times since I've gotten back I wanted to punch that self righteous, smug, blue eyed virgin in the face?"
Dean gasped from the pressure on his back "Sammy please baby boy, this is not you, I'm gonna fix this, fix you, don't do anything you are going to regret later .
"Too late, ask Castiel about it." Sams breath was warm on Deans ear "Now that was a hot night, I can see why you wanted to screw him, as irritating as he is he was pretty delicious to beat, eat and fuck. What a hot mouth, he could be a good cocksucker with some practice, gotta work on that gag reflex though. Maybe we could teach him how to deep throat when he wakes up."
Deans mind was swirling, he felt like he was going to sick "You did that? You Sammy, how could you do it?"
"It was easy, I took away the only thing he had to give you and mmmm.. he was tight. Kind of like I was when you decided to break me in. It was ok for me to be your fuck toy, watch you pick up trash on and off for years and not give a damn about how I felt. Have to wear a condom with them so you don't give anything to your baby brother? What a prince!"
Dean made a choking sound "Sammy I'm sorry, I didn't know how you felt, please Sammy let me up."
Sam undid the buttons on the his brothers jeans and yanked them down then worked them to Deans boots, pulling out a knife he slit the bottoms and pulled them totally off.
Deans voice trembled "Please Sammy I don't want to do this."
Sam traced down Deans back with a bottle of beer, the glass cold and hard. "Like I said, this isn't a request."
