Dean watched his Songbird belting out lyrics on stage, it was Saturday night and the joint was jumping. Couples were dancing and the booze flowed freely. Dean wished he was dancing with Sam but Cas was his partner instead.

It wasn't a hardship, Cas was a great dancer but Bruin was sitting at the table boring a hole through Dean with his icy blue eyes and it made him nervous. Sam wasn't much better, as he was singing he'd direct his song to Dean and that made it even worse.

I don't want you
But I hate to lose you
You've got me in between
The devil and the deep blue sea

I forgive you
'Cause I can't forget you
You've got me in between
The devil and the deep blue sea

I oughta cross you off my list
But when you come knocking at my door
Fate seems to give my heart a twist
And I come running back for more….

Sam had on ruby red lipstick and his hair slicked back, he was down to a sweaty white dress shirt with his black silk tie askew. A trim black belt and tight black trousers finished the look and he exuded androgyny dripping with sex.

Garters littered the stage along with a few men's pocket hankies and a ton of phone numbers and addresses written on bar napkins. Sam actually found it amusing but Dean hated everyone gawking at his Sammy. After every performance Dean gathered up everything that was thrown and dumped it in the trash. Sam found that amusing as well.

They still hadn't consummated their love affair so Dean wasn't sure that was the right thing to call it. He said eating pussy didn't count and until he could screw every opening Sam was born with they were still virgins, with each other at least.

The song ended and the dancers applauded, whistled and cheered. Sam was spent and just wanted to go back to his room for the night. He sent a note to Dean and hoped his love could slip away.

…

Bruin knew Dean was in love with Sam. There was a certain look on Dean's face when he watched the seventeen year old singing on stage and it was similar to the one Bruin got when he was around Cas. He decided to move things along in his favor so he approached Dean.

Bruin nodded toward the guarded door leading to the bedrooms and dressing area, "Would you like to see Sam? I'll cover for you." Dean was wary of the offer, "Sure I do that and you run right to Cas and get me in trouble."

"No, I want you with Sam so I can have my lover back. I hate you with him Dean you must know that by now. Castiel is mine; I can't share him with you any longer."

Dean saw a ray of hope, a chance to be with Sam and not pay any consequences, "What if Cas doesn't want you though?"

Bruin looked over at his boss surrounded by dazzling, pretty people all wanting a piece of his pansy, "Don't worry, he doesn't know it yet but he will marry me."

…

Sam heard a knock on the door and jumped to his feet; he went to the mirror and patted his hair, "Come in!"

Dean stepped in and locked the door behind him, "Baby you got to keep this locked, we have a bounty on us and I don't want you to vanish and me end up with a bullet in my head." Sam smoothed the front of his robe then patted his hair again, "Sorry, I was so excited I didn't want to fall asleep and miss you."

He pointed to the table with covered dishes, "I ordered food, enough for both of us."

Dean took off his jacket and tie and then settled in for a good meal, he lifted one of the covers, "Pot roast my favorite! Thanks Sam, you know me don't you?" Sam gave him a big dimpled smile, "Yeah and I ordered the little parsley potatoes and cream pearl onions you love so much…oh and I got you a cherry pie, a whole one!"

He smiled at Sam sweetly and thought, "The only pie I want are the two waiting for me when I bend you over that couch."

Sam walked his fingers across the table and touched his hand, "Penny for your thoughts Dean."

Dean blushed as his wicked thoughts were interrupted, "What…oh I was thinking how good everything looked."

Dean dug in while Sam maintained his dimpled smile, enjoying the sight of his man filling up on grub. Dean noticed Sam wasn't eating at all, "Sam you gotta eat before you blow away, you're a growing kid."

Sam ate to please him. Afterward they had bottles of ginger ale while relaxing on the couch. Dean placed his hand on Sam's creamy, soft thigh covered in light, golden hair. Sam trembled from the touch, he felt his crotch dampen and his clit begin to throb. When Sam's dick began to swell he couldn't hide his desire any longer, "Can I kiss you Dean?"

He looked down at the impressive member jutting out from the soft bush of curls, "You can do anything you want to me Sammy."

…

Bruin didn't pull right up to the mansion; he cut down a gravel road leading to the meadow on the Novak estate. He pulled the sedan over at the edge of the forest and shut off the engine. Cas looked around then to Bruin with a frown on his face, "Why are we here?"

"Because, I want us to watch the stars together, the weather is fair and the sky clear. Would it hurt to lay out a blanket and share the evening with me?"

Cas was worried about being alone with Bruin, he knew with one kiss that his willpower would crumble, "No I suppose not."

Bruin laid out the blanket and the pair took off their dress shoes and socks, jackets and ties then relaxed on the blanket. Cas had to admit it felt nice, it was something he wouldn't think to do himself, this was pure indulgence.

"Castiel I want to talk to you very seriously, I'm going to ask you something important and I need an answer."

His curiosity was peaked, "What is it?"

Bruin sat up and pulled the ring box out of his pocket then flipped the top open. The aquamarine and diamonds caught the moonlight and the effect was nothing short of magic. Cas let out a little gasp of surprise.

He got on one knee facing Cas and cleared his throat before starting, "I love you pansy, I have since that day at school when you dragged me to the caretakers shed and I took your virginity. It was the single most wonderful thing I have ever felt." Bruins voice began to tremble, "sorry I'm not very good with these things."

Cas said softly, "No your doing fine…go on."

"We are meant to be, I believe this in my heart and at one time so did you. I can let go of the past and our disagreements, we were both wrong. I want to start over and marry you."

Cas looked at the ring very closely, the light was dim but he could tell the aquamarine matched Bruins beautiful eyes. He was speechless, his lips moved but nothing came out so he stayed silent.

"If you say yes to me then we pledge to be faithful to each other forever. In private you're going to listen to me, be a good and devoted wife. In the outside world I'm your dutiful husband and you call the shots."

His mind was in a whirlwind and Cas couldn't make a snap decision on something so life altering, "Bruin this doesn't mean I'm saying no to you but could I think on this?"

Bruin closed Cas' fingers around the ring box, "Keep this and think very seriously. Remember, if your answer is "no" then I'm leaving and you won't stop me. This is not a threat Castiel it's a promise, I'll need to move on and forge some sort of life for myself."

Bruin drove them to the mansion and opened the car door for Cas, as soon as he got out the bigger man lifted him off his feet and kissed him. "Goodnight angel." He walked away whistling a happy tune. Cas stood there still trembling from the kiss.

…

Sam straddled Dean's lap and began planting ruby colored lipstick kisses all over his face until Dean looked like a strawberry ice cream cone. Sam started giggling at the sight of his boyfriend that way.

Dean opened Sam's robe and slipped it off his slender frame so he could see Sam in all his glory. "Oh my god Sammy you are so perfect, how did I get so lucky?"

It was Sam's turn to blush, "I don't know…maybe you prayed for me."

Dean gave a brief roll of the eyes, "I don't go in for the church stuff so much. I do it please my dad but I don't think prayers ever come true, it's just all luck and hard work."

Sam was taken aback by the statement; his beliefs were what kept him sane in an insane world around him. It gave him something to hold onto when there was nothing else.

He climbed off Dean and got another ginger ale from the ice bucket. Sam sat on the edge of the bed and took a drink, there was a lot he wanted to tell Dean about himself and the way he felt about things but Sam never knew how to start.

Dean went over and sat at Sam's feet as a gesture of submission, "I'm sorry baby, did I say something wrong?"

"Dean you don't really know me."

"So…just tell me Sam. I will listen to anything you want to get off your chest. I want to know the good and the bad."

Sam took in a deep breath then exhaled sharply. He jumped right in, the words tumbling from his lips.

"My mama died when I was young. My step-daddy said it was suicide, that she jumped off a cliff but I know he pushed her. I saw it…I was too little and scared to tell anyone and by the time I was brave enough no one listened. Clem said it was because of the way I was born, that she did it to get away from me but it wasn't true! My mama loved me, she said…"

Dean had his own mental hit list and Clem was added to the mix, "Keep going Sam, I need to know."

"Mama said God doesn't make mistakes. Not once did she make me feel bad about myself. After she died Clem only kept me around as a work horse. Church was my salvation, it saved my life Dean."

Sam drained the bottle of ginger ale then continued, "The church organist Millie became like my mama and granny all in one. She was always tender and kind, made sure I ate well and helped me with my studies. Millie is special to me Dean, I miss her terribly."

Dean noted that Millie was on the "help" list he was starting in his head.

"I sang my heart out Dean, every Sunday, Christmas, Easter, when they needed me I was happy to be there. The thing that drove me away was the night I was raped by the Waverly brothers. I had to leave Millie, Pastor Gabe and the church."

Dean looked up at the broken boy, "Two brothers raped you?"

"Yeah, Albert and Gerald Waverly, I was heading home from church and I swear I was going as fast as I could past their place but they got me …dragged me to the barn."

Sam rubbed the tears from his eyes, "I was a virgin in all ways…they robbed me of everything. I was beaten and cursed at and they threatened terrible things. Before the brothers passed out drunk they talked about torturing me to death."

Dean definitely put them on the hit list.

"I went to the church, Millie and Pastor Gabe saved me. My insides were all torn up but Millie healed me, got rid of the infections."

Sam slid off the bed onto the floor and allowed Dean to hold him. He rocked Sam awhile and let him cry out his pain. When he settled into hiccups Dean gently pushed for the rest so he could make every bastard that hurt his Sammy pay in spades.

…

Dean put Sam to bed and climbed in next to him, he worked on getting the rest of Sam's story. It took a long time with a lot of tears but eventually it all came out.

Father Jeremy went on the list, Alastair, Clyde, Jerry two hats, Sal, the Waverly brothers, Clem, Dick Roman and anyone else that he found out hurt Sam.

Diamond Dean Winchester was a skilled killer who had no moral issues with taking out the trash. He considered killing people like them a public service.

…

Cas looked at the clock, Dean was late and he had a good idea where his lover was. He was with the singer, the pretty Songbird Sam but Cas didn't feel all that angry over it. He had more important things to think about.

He held the ring above him turning it slowly as the gems caught the light from the chandelier."I love him…I'd be a fool to let my Bruin get away. Marriage is forever…do I want forever? I don't think I could live without him…know one can have my blonde honey bear except me!"

Cas had to have a drink just to calm himself down from the turmoil going on inside him. Finally he fell into a fitful sleep.

….

The next morning Grandma Novak was on the patio having her soft boiled egg and a strong cup of tea. The old woman truly enjoyed the small pleasures in life. At her age waking up in the morning was a gift in itself.

Cas sat down and Daphne brought his breakfast. Grandma raised an eyebrow, "James you're not doing your funny stretches this morning, are you ill?"

"Baba I need to ask your advice," he handed her the ring box, "Bruin asked me to marry him."

She opened it up and upon seeing the ring let out a gasp, "James it's beautiful! Tell him you will marry him immediately." Grandma dabbed her eyes with the napkin, "My darling son Misha would be so happy."

…

Mila sat down and looked at the breakfast spread. She was going to light a cigarette but then remembered she gave them up and instead stuffed a bit of pancake in her mouth.

She was curvy now; no longer the fashionable, skinny flapper. Mila felt better than she had in a long time, the young woman still drank but just on Saturday night when she went out dancing. The day she was almost gunned down and looked into Sonja's dead eyes changed Mila forever. Life was precious to her now, everything had more meaning. Mila felt happy for the right reasons.

Grandma Novak showed her the ring, "Look Mila, our James is going to marry Bruin. Isn't that wonderful?"

Mila broke into a big smile and pinched her brother's cheek, "So big boy is going to make an honest woman out of you?" He slapped her hand away, "Shut your trap, I haven't said yes and I'm not a woman!"

His sister cackled then began to imitate Cas, "Oh baby take me harder…harder…oooooh…fuck my little pussy."

Grandma smacked her hand, "Such a dirty mouth! We all know James is the girl but don't tease him about it."

Cas snatched the ring back, "That's it, I'm not telling you both anything anymore."

Grandma patted his arm, "You don't need to tell us, the whole house has heard but there is no shame in letting a big, handsome man like Bruin have his way with you."

Bruin walked in and grabbed an apple, "What are you all talking about?"

…..

Dean woke up with a bad case of morning wood, he was pressed against Sam's ass and all he could think about was shoving it in an available hole but instead kissed the back of Sam's neck. "Good morning Songbird."

Sam rolled over and stretched out his long limbs; he turned his head toward Dean, gave him a smile then tossed back the bedding.

Dean was faced with a massive erection, "Very impressive."

Sam felt better than he had in a long time. He swung a long leg over Dean's hips and sat there grinning down at him, "Want to have a little fun?"

Dean reached round and pulled open his baby's tight little butt, "Are you sure this time? I don't think my cock could take another rejection. I'm blue ballin' it as it is."

Sam draped himself over his Diamond and flicked a nipple with his tongue eliciting a gasp from Dean, "I'm very sure."

TBC

The saying "a penny for your thoughts" is an English idiom simply asking people to volunteer their opinions on an issue being discussed. Though no payment actually changes hands, the phrase has become a regular part of the English vernacular. In modern usage, it is often stated as an indirect way of asking what someone is thinking about or what is bothering them. Its origins are fairly unknown though it dates back to at least the end of the Middle Ages.