A/N: I don't own Supernatural etc. etc. etc.
"What the hell Sam? You told me you were going hiking. You didn't go eight miles in an hour. Where were you?" Sam could feel the anger rolling off of his brother and pressed himself closer to the passenger door of the Impala and further from Dean.
" I was hiking Dean-I uh, just found a trail that went downhill for a while..and um, when I got to the end of it I was right at the station." Dean looked over at him. It seemed like he was trying to see through Sam's skull to find the truth.
" Don't lie to me Sammy." his knuckles were white on the steering wheel and there was dead silence between them.
" I'm not Dean!" Sam gave his notorious puppy dog face. It was like a final solution. Dean looked straight forward, features gradually softening.
" I trust you, Sam." He let go of a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding.
" Yeah, Dean. I know." Dean reached over and ruffled his hair.
" Bitch."
" Jerk"
Dean got up off the couch and yawned. He went to the bathroom and changed into more comfortable sleeping clothes and went to check on Sam. When he opened the door, he saw Sam laying sprawled over the bed, a flashlight still on in his casted hand, which was dangling over the side of the bed. Dean turned off the flashlight and carefully moved Sam's arm to rest on the extra pillow he had for elevation. Then he took the book from his other hand and folded over the page before looking at the cover. " The anatomy of mythical creatures" he snorted and set the book on his brother's bedside table. He then silently padded out of the room, careful not to step on any Lego blocks that were scattered about on the floor.
" Night Sammy, I love you" he whispered as he shut the door behind him, a smile on his face. The door to his room was closed and Dean walked over, pressing his ear to the door. A soft humming came from the room, he knew that Castiel was still awake. Knocking on the door, Dean opened the door and poked his head inside.
"Hey Castiel. You doing alright?" Dean asked, watching the angel carefully. He was sitting on the bed with his legs tucked under himself and his head in his hands. Cas slowly looked up and shook his head. "What's going on?" The elder brother asked as he walked into the room and set beside him on the bed.
"I'm just tired is all." Cas said softly, leaning closer to Dean. "About what happened earlier..." He asked, looking into his eyes. Dean knew this was coming, he had to atone for his actions when he just really didn't have anything to say. So instead of talking, Dean sat there in his silence, trying to think of a good reason.
"I um..I kissed you because I wanted to...I mean you are beautiful Castiel, even with your cuts and bruises. I'm sorry but I have tried shoving the feelings down but they won't go away." Dean said finally in a soft voice, not daring to meet his eyes. He felt a hand on his cheek but he still gazed down.
"Dean..I.." Cas said in just above a whisper, unable to think of what to say. Instead he did what he did best, move forward and pressed his lips to Dean's. He used the hand on his cheek to tilt his head up, moving closer into his lap.
It took awhile for Dean to react but when he did, he put his hands on Castiel's hips, pulling him closer. They were positioned with Castiel's legs around Dean's waist, their lips locked in a heated kiss. He moved his hands from Dean's cheek to under his shirt, sliding up the muscle, feeling it tense and relax under his cold touch.
"C-Cas." He breathed against his lips, putting one hand on his wrist and pulling it back. "What a-are you doing?" Dean asked softly, looking into his blue eyes with a confused stare.
"I'm showing my thanks to you." Castiel said innocently as if he was caught making breakfast for him instead of feeling him up.
"You don't have to do that Cas. Most people just, i don't know, not do that." Dean breathed, letting a small smile spread across his lips. "You should do that when you really want to, not just because you have to."
"But what if I want to?" Castiel asked softly, playing with the edge of Dean's shirt. It was true, he wanted to please him in every way possible for saving him.
"Not like that Cas. You don't have to want to pay me back, i'm not looking for any kind of payment. I just want to...show my care for you?" He said in a hesitant voice, raising an eyebrow. Castiel laughed and moved closer, kissing him again but with his hands above his shirt. Dean loved the kissing sure, but he just had to pull back, pushing Cas off his lap.
"I-Im sorry Cas but we can't do this. You are...you and im me. It just won't work, ill just break your heart even more than it already is broken. Im so sorry Castiel." Dean said before rushing out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He got down to the couch and opened up a beer, taking a much needed swig.
Sam never really had nightmares, and when he did, they were about things like clowns or ghosts. He never had dreams like this. He dreamed he was in the dark. It was cold and he was wet, and he didn't know where he was, so he walked forward. His shoes sloshed in what felt like water, and his toes began to get sore from the dampness of his socks. After what felt like hours he saw something. It was what appeared to be a body, so pale it nearly glowed. as he got nearer, he could make out the face. One of it's eyes was milky and deflated. A pinkish fluid ran down one cheek, it looked like tears. There was a patch on the cheek that was eaten away, and flesh and muscle spilled from under the white skin. As if on cue, the body rose. On it's back were large bones, they looked like they had once been wings. Gore hung from the them, half decayed flesh dripped from the fragmented bones and into the water. The body got closer and closer, close enough from one bone of a finger to poke him in the chest. The figure whispered in his ear, so close he felt what should have been nonexistent breath on his ear.
" Lib..er...ate" It's speech was a raspy whisper, when it opened it's mouth maggots spilled out like vomit.
" Lib..er..ate" it was repeating itself. Soon the words were bouncing off each other, getting louder and louder the longer he listened.
" LIBERATE!LIBERATE!LIBERATE!" the voice was no longer weak and raspy, it was a high pitched scream that echoed off the walls and pierced his eardrums. Sam screamed, he screamed for what seemed like forever. Then he was awake, lying stalk still in his bed, for hanging over him was a dead, decaying face.
"Sam!" Dean crashed through the door and the face evaporated, but he still lay still, prarlyzed in fear.
" You okay? Sammy?" Sam finally looked at Dean and smiled weakly.
" Yeah, it was just a dream..just a bad dream, that was all" Dean frowned, but patted his head and went back downstairs.
" It was just a dream..." he muttered to himself again, but he slept with a stuffed monkey just incase.
A/N: Thanks for all the love so far. What do you guys think? I'd love to know what you like/dislike/want to see happen.
