I Dunnat Own Supernatural.

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*F*l*a*s*h*b*a*c*k* (CAS)

'Yeah. I was afraid you'd say that.'

'Castiel, what are you?'

Shit. Shitty shit shit.

'Cas?' Dean murmured, staring at me. 'Cas, is this true?' I dodged away, curling into a pathetic ball on the floor, rocking as sobs shook my body. They can't know, please don't say they know.

'Castiel…' Sam murmured, stepping toward me. I leapt back, terrified, feeling my 'shadows' leap out again. This time they both saw.

'Cas, what the hell?' Dean hissed, on his knees in front of me. I sobbed pitifully, back against the bed. 'Cas what are they?'

'Wings. My wings.' I whimpered. 'Their shadow.'

'Wings!' Dean breathed. The way his voice sounded shot through me like fire, and the skin on my back tore as the glossy, blue-black reality of my wings burst forth.

'Shit!' I whispered, trying to control their excited shuddering. Dean shuffled forwards on his knees, hand extended. I yelped, leaping back, my winds propelling me onto the bed.

'Cas, what the fucking hell are you?' Sam spat, disgust littering his features.

'I was an angel…' I murmured, 'Alastair dragged me down here…'

'Dick.' Dean hissed, eyes furious.

'Castiel, Cas… what are you doing here. Why are you in our home?'

'I-'

'I love him.' Dean blurted suddenly, blushing. I gawped, eyes wide.

'Really?' I asked.

'Really!' Sam snapped, outraged.

'Lol.' Dean laughed.

'You… love me?' I murmured, breath catching in my throat.

'I do.' Sam stared at his brother uncertainly, like he'd sprouted an extra head or something similar.

'I love you, too.' Dean smiled, standing up and extending it to me. I considered. I knew if I took his hand, there was no going back. No distance, anymore. I'd stop being a 'pet'. I'd be a boyfriend. A gay one.

I smiled, taking my lovers hand as he pulled me to my feet.

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'Shit, I forgot about that. Sorry, Cas.' Sam murmured, strutting into the room, looking much like his younger self. His face was flustered, red, eyes gleaming. Not to mention he was only wearing boxers.

'Dude. Clothes!' Dean snapped, clenching Cas's hand beneath the duvet.

'Nah, man. Too hot.' Sam chuckled.

'Yeah. Definitely.' Gabriel agreed, walking in, also almost nude. Sweat dripped off his chest, flicking his soaked hair from his eyes. 'Fuck. Ing. Hell. Samuel. Winchester.'

'Gabe, that's my brother your eye-sexing.' Dean growled, smiling despite himself.

'And that's my cousin who's cock you're stroking under the duvet.'

'Touché, dick.' Dean and Gabe grinned at each other, a weak truce between them, merely getting along for the sake of their other halves. How sweet.

*F*l*a*s*h*b*a*c*k* (DEAN)

When Cas took my hand, agreeing to be mine, I felt so close to faint it was scary.

'Castiel.' I breathed, touching his lips to mine, revelling in the sweet taste of him.

'DEAN!' Sam yelled, tugging me around by my shoulder.

'Piss off!' I hollered back, grabbing my boyfriend's face, crushing his lips to mine.

'Dean…' Cas pressed quietly when I broke away for air. I wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up and screw me, but I didn't think that was such a good idea.

'Yeah?'

'Alastair wants me. Now.'

Shit.

'Enter.' Alastair called. I squeezed my partner's hand encouragingly as he opened the door. 'Dean, what a su- Hang on.' His gaze fell on my arm around his 'pet's' waist. 'What is this.'

'Alastair. I came…' Cas faltered, and glanced at me. I smiled back supportingly. 'I came to ask your blessing. You called for me, and I know why. But I ask. I want to stop.'

'Why.' His voice was calm, level- giving nothing away.

'I fell in love.'

'With Dean?'

'Yes.' There was an awkward silence, and I cleared my throat pointedly.

'Well. I, of course, free you from your.. Position. You have my blessing.'

'So.' I sighed happily, pulling Cas onto the bed where he snuggled into me.

'Just your brother, now.'

'Yeah.'

'Dean, I love you.'

'I love you too, Cas.'

'Dean.' He whispered, looking into my eyes. 'Dean, will you marry me?'

'Uh. Okay.' I grinned, touching my lips to his forehead.

'You're getting married.' Sam was in the doorway, head cocked.

'Yeah. We are.'

'Okay.' Sam walked in, sitting on the bed's edge.

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