Sam's POV

The Sunday sun shone through the windows of the diner that Dean and I decided to have breakfast at before he had to head back to Riverside. After I got off work yesterday, Dean, Castiel and I hung out in the dorm room. Dean and Castiel seemed to forget I was there sometimes, which is why I had asked Dean to go to breakfast just the two of us.

"So, Dean?" I looked over my coffee cup at older brother who was devouring his stack of pancakes.

"Yes, Sammy?" He grinned at me, a line of syrup dripping down his chin.

"Two things. One, it's Sam, and you know that. Two, what do you think of Castiel?" I watched the blush sneak its way up Dean's neck.

"Wh…what do you mean?" Dean wiped the syrup from his chin and avoided eye contact with me. Dean was bisexual, but he was more gay than straight if you asked me.

"You like him, don't you?"

"Shut up, Sammy. I'm not ready for another relationship. Plus, he's straight." Dean had gotten his heart broken by the last guy that he dated, Benny about six months ago.

"Well, maybe you could change his mind. I saw the way he looked at you, Dean. I've see that look on…" I stopped myself and Dean raised an eyebrow at me.

"Seen that look where, Sammy? Perhaps on your little lover's face? Come on, Sam. Why won't you tell me who it is?" I sighed and decided to tell him.

"Dean, I'm dating a guy named Gabriel. He's sweet, funny, kind, and sexy." I started fanaticizing until Dean's voice brought me back to reality.

"Gabriel? As in, Castiel's brother?" I was surprised that Dean knew the name of Castiel's brother. I slowly nodded, waiting for Dean's reaction. He just stared at me for a while.

"Do you really think that's the best idea? I mean, he's a close friend and you're dating his brother. What if something happens? What if everything goes south?" I couldn't tell if he was talking to me or himself.

"Dean, we haven't even told Castiel yet. I don't know if we will for a while. I just, I don't know." I looked down at the table. "I think I might love this guy." I whispered. Dean stared at me for a while.

"Sam, I don't think you're in love. I think you should take it slower. I don't want you rushing into this like you did with Adam." There it was. That 'I'm-the-older-brother-so-I'm-trying-to-protect-you' bit that Dean was so good at. It was true that Dean had been watching over me since he was four and I was barely six months.

"Dean, I'm a big boy. I can fall in love with who I want."

"And I'll be there to pick up the pieces again." Dean replied nonchalantly, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Enough about my love life, Dean. Tell me how you really feel about Castiel." The smile reappeared on Dean's face then slowly went away.

"What do you mean? I don't feel anything for him. He's a cool guy, though. Not bad looking. I'm surprised you didn't go after him."

"That's because, like you said, he's straight." The waitress brought over our check and we both threw a 20 dollar bill on the table. Just then Castiel came in the diner to see Dean off. Dean and Castiel locked eyes and they both smiled.

"Plus, he doesn't look at me like that."