Sam gripped the steering wheel as he drove down to Woodcutter's Arms. No doubt that was where Dean was now: drinking his day away and, no doubt, finding some poor girl to have sex with just to prove something. The more he thought about the childish actions of his brother, the more he wanted to strangle him.
Cas was in love with Dean, even before Cupid got involved, and Dean was in love with Cas. Castiel did not want to go and find a way to break this connection they had as much as Sam wanted to watch it all go to hell.
"No," he decided. "I am refusing to let this one go. I am refusing for Cas to lose his happiness because of my moron of a brother."
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It was not difficult to find Dean. It is never difficult when you see the Impala sticking out like a sore thumb around the newer models of Mercedes and Toyotas. Not mention Dean staggering out of a motel across the road with his shirt inside-out. It doesn't take a genius to figure what that meant.
Sam drove up to the curb where Dean slumped against the lamppost. Sam rolled down the window. Dean saw his brother and quickly jumped up.
"Dean, please just get into the car. I need to talk to you."
Dean, against all expectations, walked over to the other side of the car, opened the door, and quietly got in. Sam was actually surprised at this change of character. The usual process would be that Sam would shout a lot, Dean would shout a lot, and even though Dean would have driven home in the Impala, nothing would have been resolved. This usually gave him time to think of something meaningful to say, and they would hug it out, waiting for the next event to occur.
They, for two full minutes, stared silently out the windscreen of the car. Dean eventually gained the courage to look at Sam, and just before he sobbed out his heart, he choked out the words:
"I'm sorry Sam."
Sam flung his arms around his brother and squeezed tightly. He did not ask any questions, nor did he even expect any answers; that was just Dean's way.
"It is alright, Dean, but it is not me who you need to apologise to."
Dean pulled back, looking bashfully away and nodded.
"Sam, before we go, I need to tell you something. Something that happened over twenty years ago."
He took a deep breath in and blurted out what had happened between him and that poor boy Si all those years back. He could barely speak when he got to the part about their father finding him.
"And ever since that day, Dad would glare at any boy who would even give me a second look. When you were still little, and me and him had just finished a mission, he would take me to strip joints. He lied about my age to the bouncer, make me watch hours upon hours of naked women strolling up and down the stage. He even bought private behind-the-curtain lap dances, but that would not compare to when he would call prostitutes over to our motel when you were asleep on the couch."
Dean turned to Sam, who at this point, started to understand questions that plagued his mind when he was little: waking up to his dad smirking outside a closed door as he heard the creaking bedsprings go, the little gasps and moans. He remembered as sleepy as he was, asking John what was going on and where Dean was. All he was told was that Dean was learning to extract information from demons, and he had to go back to sleep. Sam, in his naïve state, knew something else was up, but through the years he left to study law, it was not the most important thing on his mind.
"Don't get me wrong, Sam. I enjoyed it. Hell, I began to love it, but no matter how much Dad tried to force me to stay on the straight and narrow, there were always times when I would meet eyes with some guy and have this feeling deep into my stomach. Somehow, I stopped myself because I knew that even if Dad was dead, he would find a way to beat the living crap out of me.
"Then Cas came. He pulled me out of Hell, and ever since I have had these little thoughts that pop into my head. The more I have been with him, the more I want him, but that means the more I stop myself from going forward. Sam," Dean turned around to face his brother. His face was blanched a bright red, dotted about with tear stains. This only made his shining green eyes stand out brighter. "Sam, I am in lo…lo…"
As much as Dean tried, he couldn't seem to get the words out, but to Sam, that was enough. He put his hand on his brother's shoulder and smiled.
"I think it is time to go home, don't you think."
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Dean and Sam arrived back to the bunker with their respective cars. Sam was sceptical about the idea since his brother literally just told him that his father tried to make Dean have sex with hookers to get rid of any bisexual thoughts. God, that was so thing John would do. He could not imagine what Mary would say when she would hear about it. Sam was going to make sure she knew everything. Her son being bi would not shock her, she obviously knew, but hearing about what John did to him…that is something she would not be able to forgive. Yet, Sam knew better. Dean had to get into his car in perfect silence to be able to calm down his mind.
Dean arrived back at the bunker first. Sam told him that he might as well get some supplies while they were there. They both knew that that was code for 'I am going to give you two space to talk', and Dean was grateful for it.
He pulled up outside the bunker, and that was when he felt something wrong. It was the feeling he had just before he would go into a nest of vampires, or infiltrate a coven of witches. It was an unsettling feeling he had learnt to listen to.
He whipped out his gun from the car and clutched it in both hands before he opened the bunker door. It was silent, but that did not mean that it was empty. The silence made him more nervous, in fact, because he knew that Cas would have heard him pull up, and he would have greeted him at the door.
"Cas? Are you there?" Dean's voice echoed throughout the bunker. No reply. He gripped his sweating hands on the gun's handle, "Cas, I just want to talk to you about…well, everything. And I just want to say I am sorry for everything."
It was then when he heard a laugh. A sinister one; one that you would have heard in horror movies.
"Oh, Dean Winchester!" A deep, gravelly, disembodied voice rang around him. "I am positively happy that you have finally accepted who you are!"
Dean waved his gun around wildly, hoping to find where this voice echoed from.
"Who are you and what have you done with Castiel?!" He shouted.
"Awww, isn't that just sweet. You are just so cute when you are all protective of your boyfriend."
"Who the hell are you! Answer me!"
There was a chuckle that reverberated off of the walls as he got to the desk where all of Castiel's research books were spread around the tables and the floors.
"Oh, honey, you know who I am."
Dean lowered his gun. "You are Cupid," he said. "The one who started this all. Why are you doing this?!"
A figure apparated in front of him. It was a figure he had come all too familiar with.
"You are Cupid. You. I don't believe it!"
The figure nodded, "oh yes Dean Winchester. I am surprised you didn't get it earlier."
"What do you want!" He raised his gun again. "And if you don't talk, I will use your face as target practice."
"Oh, Sweetie!" The figure laughed again. "You cannot kill me with one of those silly little things. You should know better since you have killed my grandfather. And anyway, I wouldn't suggest you do such a thing since I know where your little Cas is, and if I am gone, he will stay there. I think it would be in your best interest to put down the weapon like a good boy and come with me."
"And why would I do that?"
"Because I have this," they held up a small box with a little button on it. "I push it and your Castiel will go BOOM!" They cackled maniacally. "But if you come with me and we speak like adults, I might reconsider it."
Dean looked at his gun. He had to speak to Cas again, even if they die because he needed to tell him everything. He had to!
He dropped the gun on the floor and nodded, "I will come with you."
The figure grinned, and with a snap of his fingers, they were gone one second before Sam walked in.
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Thanks, Bokkies, for being so patient with me.