Dean was sitting at the table sipping orange juice when Sam walked in holding greasy bags and a six-pack of beer.

"Is that where all the OJ has been going?" Sam asked.

"Hey, vitamin C is important, bitch." Dean drank the rest of the glass before letting out an exaggerated "ahhh" sound.

Sam chuckled. "Whatever, jerk. I think it's the healthiest thing I've seen you consume all month."

"I can't live on rabbit food. I'm a warrior," Dean insisted as he rinsed his glass and set it in the dishwasher.

Sam snorted and set the bags on the table while Dean grabbed plates. Sam opened three beers and put the rest in the fridge.

Dean put a burger and healthy serving of fries on a plate and set it in front of the chair next to his. He then made up his own plate and settled in.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Did you just make Cas a plate?"

"Shut up!" Dean pointed in Sam's direction before taking a bite of his burger.

"That's adorable." Sam ducked as Dean chucked a fry in his direction.

"We're already throwing food? I must have taken longer in the shower than I thought," Cas said as he walked in the kitchen. He sat and munched on a fry from his plate. "Thank you, Dean."

Sam tried to muffle his giggle into his next bite.

Dean shot his brother the finger.

The three caught up on various things in each other's lives. Dean waxed poetic about a classic Mustang he'd gotten to work on at the garage while Cas and Sam shared anecdotes from class.

Toward the end of dinner, Dean shifted in his seat. His skin was crawling and he felt unsettled. He had the sudden urge to run screaming from the apartment in an attempt to quell some of the twitching beneath his skin.

Castiel's words rang in his head. He waited until Sam had gotten up to get another beer and met Castiel's eye before tapping lightly at his own throat.

Recognition flashed in Castiel's gaze. He shifted a foot over to brush against Dean's underneath the table.

Dean felt a small amount of calm at the touch. It wasn't quite enough, but it did take the edge off enough for Dean to finish eating and clean up.

The three transitioned to the couch to watch mindless TV for a few hours. The three men settled onto the cushions with Castiel in the middle, sitting fairly close to Dean.

Dean was still on edge. Having his brother in the same room when he felt he needed to be close to Cas didn't sit well with him. He wasn't ready to have Sam see that side of Dean. The side that needed hands in his hair and arms wrapping him in a hug.

He waited until Cas had leaned close enough before whispering, "Yellow."

Castiel's body tensed for a second before he turned to look at Dean. He nodded carefully and squeezed Dean's leg lightly to show he wasn't angry before scooting an inch or so away.

Dean reached out to lace their fingers together. He could handle that much.

Cas upped the intimacy of simple hand-holding by brushing his thumb across Dean's skin and making certain their palms were pressed close together.

The itching in Dean's body calmed even more as the night wore on. Each breath came easier than the last. By the end of the show, he had leaned his head onto Castiel's shoulder and begun dozing lightly.

The next thing he knew, Cas was shaking him awake and helping him to bed. He stripped and fell face first into the mattress, only rolling around enough for Cas to help him under the covers.

When Cas turned to leave Dean reached out and tugged on his pant leg. "Stay?"

Castiel's heart skipped. He leaned down to brush their lips together. "Of course."

The weekend rolled around again and found Dean stumbling into his apartment after a long day. Sam was spending the night with Jo, again. Dean really needed to bring up the idea of a double date because he missed those two crazy cats.

Cas sat on the couch, idly flipping channels. He turned when Dean walked in to the room. "Hey babe. Jimmy is in the shower and Anna is on her way over. Apparently it's sibling night again."

Dean went in for a brief kiss before basically falling onto the couch next to his boyfriend.

Wait. Boyfriend? Were they boyfriends? He needed to speak to Cas about that later. He'd never had a boyfriend. Random fucks didn't care to attach terms.

Cas leaned closer until Dean could feel hot air on his ear. "I wanted to ask you something. How would you feel about a threesome?"

Dean jerked back. "What?"

Cas had made his views on sharing crystal clear. Was this a test? A game? Had the previous weeks just been him easing Dean into a relationship before yanking the rug out from under him?

Cas blinked. "A threesome. With my brother. He and I would never touch but you can't tell me you haven't thought about it."

"I've also thought about going to the moon but you don't see me signed up at NASA."

Cas shrugged. "I think it would be really hot. I know Jimmy would be into it."

"No. I don't want that. Is this some kind of joke?" Dean barked.

Cas shrugged again and leaned back on the couch.

Dean scooted to the other side, not removing his eyes from Castiel the entire time. What. The. Absolute. Fuck was going on?

Cas shifted and his collar slipped a bit. That's when Dean saw it.

There was a hickey on his collarbone that Dean knew he didn't leave.

The pieces fell together.

"You sonofabitch," he breathed.

The bathroom door opened and the other twin stepped into the room. "You're home! Did Jimmy tell you Anna is coming as well?"

"I'm going to kill your brother," Dean growled as he stalked across the room to the real Castiel.

Castiel's eyes narrowed at his twin sitting on the couch. "Jimmy? Why is my boyfriend plotting your demise?"

Boyfriend! Cas said it so it must be true.

Jimmy smirked. "I made him an offer he, apparently, could refuse."

Cas sighed harshly and pulled Dean in for a tight hug, hand stroking the back of his head. "He pretended to be me and offered you a threesome didn't he?"

Dean nodded into Castiel's shoulder. "I said no."

"Good boy," Castiel whispered before turning his attention back to Jimmy.

Jimmy had the grace to look chagrined. "I didn't know he was different. I swear."

"He does this a lot?" Dean asked.

Cas sighed again. "I used to request it of him. I know. It makes me an asshole. But after Lucifer snuck into his room one night I had to start making sure, but I could never pull off asking myself. My hatred of sharing shines through too much."

"I like to share," Jimmy said with a small salute.

"Yes," Cas said in a dry tone. "So Jimmy became the obvious choice. I'm usually in the next room where I can hear what's happening. This shouldn't have happened."

Dean took a deep breath. "It's okay. I mean, it sucked and you guys are kind of assholes because of it, but it's okay."

Castiel continued to rub circles on Dean's back just under the hem of his shirt. "Jimmy will make it up to you by picking up and covering snacks and beer for the evening."

Jimmy nodded. "I can do that."

Dean extended a hand as he got off the couch. "No hard feelings, really."

Jimmy's body slumped a little in relief. "Thanks, man." He slipped out of the apartment.

Dean turned to Castiel. "You really dated a guy named Lucifer?"

Cas cleared his throat. "Um, sort of. His name was Luke but we nicknamed him Lucifer after he lit my car on fire."

Dean's eyes flew wide. "What?"

"It was a difficult break-up for him."

"So he torched your car?" Dean asked.

"Yes." Castiel's eyes sparkled with mirth. "One of your more appealing qualities is your love of cars. I know mine will be safe from any malicious intent."

"Well, you drive that piece of shit Prius and I don't consider anything you plug in to be a real car so. . ." Dean trailed off with a wink.

"Are you being rude and insulting my mode of transportation, Dean?" Cas asked, voice lowering.

Dean shrugged, feigning nonchalance even though his heart rate picked up. "I mean, if the Prius fits. . . which it does anywhere because it's a toy and not a real car."

Cas tilted his head to one side before a smile crept across his face. "Are you angling for a punishment, gorgeous boy?"

"I am merely stating facts. A car is something loud that you put gas in and a toy is something tiny you plug in and charge."

"Hmm," Castiel hummed before nodding. "I'll remember that."

Dean swallowed hard. "Which part?"

Castiel crowded Dean against the nearest wall, pressing their erections together in a firm thrust. "The part that ends with you bent over my bed with a red ass."

Dean whimpered and rubbed his crotch against Castiel's.

"You're not even sorry, are you?" Cas asked with a wicked grin.

Dean bit his lip and shook his head.

Cas groaned and bit down lightly on the tendons in Dean's neck. "Naughty boy. . ."

"Ugh, seriously? Do you two fuck in the hallway now?"

Cas huffed against Dean's skin. "Hello, Anna."

"You should lock your doors. Any freak from the streets could saunter in here and see you two going at it. Really, Castiel. I should have brought my camera. At least the potential mental scarring could be soothed by a nice payout when I sell the video to a porn site."

Dean popped his head around Castiel. "Hi, Anna."

She smiled. "Hi, Dean. I'm glad to see you two worked out your unresolved sexual tension."

"More than once." Dean winked.

Cas rolled his eyes. "Jimmy went to get snacks and beer."

"Oh no. Did he do that propositioning thing with Dean?"

"Yes."

"Aww. I'm sorry Dean," Anna cooed. "I would have told Jimmy not to bother if he'd asked."

Cas cleared his throat. "No, apologies to me?"

"No, it serves you right. It's a shitty bait and switch game and you're both total dickbags for doing it."

Dean coughed to cover his laugh. "Tell us how you really feel, Anna."

Castiel threw up his hands and walked to the couch. He sat heavily on one side and held out a hand for Dean.

Dean, with a grin, used the hand to yank Cas to standing. He slipped in to spot Cas vacated and then pulled the dark-haired man onto his lap. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel's middle and kissed the side of his neck.

Cas squirmed. "I do not appreciate being man-handled."

"Bullshit," Dean sang. "Everyone enjoys being man-handled on occasion."

"True story," Anna agreed with a raised hand. "Charlie loves it when I throw her on the bed."

Castiel turned his head and lifted his eyebrow at Dean. "That had better be because I'm sitting on your lap and not because you're imagining my sister and her girlfriend in bed."

Dean shot him a grin. "You were squirming around a second ago, babe. What do you think?"

The door to the apartment opened and Jimmy walked in carrying a large paper bag.

"Thank God, alcohol. You two are disgusting." Anna got up and intercepted Jimmy.

Jimmy plunked the bag down on the coffee table. "You should never send me to buy snacks because I'm indecisive."

He pulled a case of beer out and handed it to Anna to refrigerate before rescuing a few lone bottles that he opened with his keys and handed to the couple on the couch. He upturned the bag and poured the junk food out.

"Gummy bears!" Dean squealed. "Dude, hand me the gummy bears!"

"What's the magic word?" Jimmy teased.

"Hand me the fucking gummy bears before I sic your brother on you?" Dean drawled out.

Jimmy tossed him the bag with a chuckle. "Close enough."

Castiel regarded Dean's choices. "Gummy bears and beer? Really?"

"It's for my inner child."

"You give your children beer?" Anna gasped with mock outrage as she settled on the center cushion.

" 'course!" Dean said around a handful of bears. "Calms 'em right down."

"This is verging into creepy territory." Cas said.

"Soooo. . . did you two do it yet?" Anna asked around a sip of beer.

"No," Dean pouted.

"Why not?" Anna asked.

"Test results," Cas and Jimmy answered in unison.

Anna nodded. "Oh right, your rules. I'd forgotten that one what with the guy that looks exactly like you being such a slut."

"Yin and Yang, sister mine." Jimmy bowed before tossing Anna a chocolate bar. "We bring balance to the universe."

"Please do not include me in your flimsy justifications to sleep around," Castiel said drily.

"Well you won't let me include you in my actual attempts to sleep around so, by older brother rules, I have to include you in ways that make you uncomfortable."

"You're older by all of ten minutes," Castiel argued.

Dean held up a hand. "He's right. It's in the older brother handbook."

"There is no such thing," Castiel said, slapping Dean's leg lightly.

Dean shook his head slowly. "I cannot discuss it any further or the High Council will come after me for breaking my vow."

Castiel heaved a dramatic sigh. "I'm really rethinking this sex thing."

Anna laughed until she choked, her face turning as red as her hair as she gasped for air around her giggles. Jimmy rubbed her back while she caught her breath.

Dean pulled Castiel down until their mouths met in a brief kiss. He pulled back with a grin and Castiel couldn't help but smile back.