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It took Sam a lot longer to find Dean that it had Crowley, mainly because he didn't think to ask Charlie other than as a last resort. But finally three days after he had found out that he had gone AWOL Sam found himself outside the door of a dodgy motel. Only Dean would hide out in a shit hole like this. He could afford a five star hotel, but no he had to choose this place. Damn his brother. Knocking on the door Sam got no response, but he could see the lights on in the place. Which meant Dean was either ignoring whoever was at the door, or he was too drunk to hear. And knowing his brother he would guess at the latter. Dean loved Cas so much that the guys betrayal must have hit him real hard. Damnit, he was gonna kill that bastard, once he got Dean out of his shit hole and away from a ready supply of alcohol. Then he would crucify Cas for what he had done to him. With that decision made he banged on the door with all his worth shouting as he did so.

"Dean, get your ass to this door before I kick it in." He was rather frustrated after the last few days. He had spent most of them fending off people wanting to know what was going on with Cas' career. Like he cared.

"You don't have to be such a bitch, Sammy. I'm here." Dean said pulling the door open, as much as he had wanted to ignore whoever was knocking he knew he couldn't ignore Sam. For one he was his brother, and for two he wouldn't put it past the guy to kick the door down, and that would just be a seriously annoying interruption of his work, rather than the mildly annoying one he got from talking to him.

"So your alive, well that's a start. How drunk are you?" Sam asked at the end of his tether. His brother seemed fine, well except for the paint spatters covering his clothes, face and even in his hair. What the hell? Dean had been painting?

"I'm not actually. What are you doing here Sam?" Dean asked refusing to open the door further and let Sam in. Crowley had seen his work because he had got a key. Dean had learnt from that mistake and paid the receptionist handsomely to make sure she didn't give out any more. Sam was not gonna see what he was working on. No one was until his opening. Then he would let the whole world see how much he loved his husband. Until then, he was busy.

"I came to make sure you were okay after what that bastard did to you." Sam responded running a hand through his hair. He really would prefer to have this conversation inside, but he didn't want to push Dean. He knew what his brother was like. The more you pushed, the more he resisted. And well, at least he was alright.

"And which bastard would that be?" Dean asked in a deceptively calm voice. He had an idea who his brother was talking about, but he really hoped he was wrong. And he really hoped Sam hadn't said or done anything to the man he loved if he was right. That he would not be happy about.

"Cas of course. Look I'm sorry he cheated on you, it was an evil thing to do." Sam responded releasing his anger on the hopes of helping his brother through what was to come, which would no doubt be a messy divorce.

"He didn't cheat on me Sam, he was drugged and raped." Dean replied bluntly keeping his emotions in check. He didn't after all really want to deck his brother, even if hearing him say those words made that his go to thought.

"But- what?" Sam replied confused as he processed his brother's words. He vaguely remembered Cas saying something about being drugged, but he had just assumed that was an excuse… but if it was true… then that made him see everything in a completely different light.

"What the hell are you doing here then? He needs you." Sam asked fuming once more, though this time at his brother for not standing by his husband. By the man he loved. Cas would need help and support through this, and yet, Dean was here, painting?

"I have something I need to finish. Then I'll be there for him. He has Charlie." Dean replied evasively. He knew academically he should be with Cas. But he needed, deep down in his soul, to show him how much he loved him. Show him how important he was to his very existence. He couldn't stop his current project and go to Cas, he just couldn't.

"She isn't you Dean. He's gonna need you. Is he pressing charges? Because I can get it fasted tracked, speak to the detectives and DA. We'll get the evil fucker who did this to him." Sam responded changing track as fast as he could now he had had his eyes opened to the complete truth of the situation.

"I don't know, speak to Crowley. I imagine he has it all in hand." Dean replied with a shrug, though not looking Sam in the eyes. He knew if he did he would see his disappointment and confusion at his decision to stay away.

"What's Crowley got to do with any of this?" Sam asked completely confused by that statement. I mean Lucifer worked for the guy, surely he was on his side right?

"You know what? I have no idea, but it seems to be a lot." Dean replied with a humourless chuckle as for the first time he wondered just why Crowley was involving himself in his and Cas' lives. It was not the norm after all. He was Cas' nemesis from what Dean had always seen.

"You need to see Cas, Dean." Sam said with a sigh not really sure what was going on anymore, but he had a feeling he was gonna have to have a chat with Crowley about. Oh yeah, that was so what he wanted to do with his time.

"I will, at my opening. You'll be there right?" Dean asked not waiting for a reply as he closed the door on this conversation. He had a painting to finish.

"Oh yeah, I'll be there." Sam muttered to the closed door before turning back to the parking lot. Time to see if he could track down Crowley and find out exactly what was going on, and what he planned to do about it.