Dean's time in the hospital was short and sweet. Once he awoke, it wasn't long before he as barraged with difficult questions regarding his personal details and insurance coverage. Also, the police had been notified and would surely be coming to take a statement. Nope on that, he had to get gone and quickly. They waited till well into the evening shift and when the nurses left the nurses station to make their rounds, Dean, Sam and Castiel slipped out of the hospital and stole away in the Impala.
Due to Dean's casted left arm, the driving had fallen to Sam. He fumed behind the wheel as for reasons he could not fathom, Dean and Castiel had chosen to sit together in the backseat leaving him alone up front as chauffeur.
With the advantage of his height, Sam could see them easily in the rearview mirror. He could see Dean leaning his head on Castiel's shoulder while whispering to him, but Sam could not hear what they were saying. When he asked what they were taking about, they stated they were hatching a plan to dispatch Zachariah once and for all, but it sure didn't look that way to Sam. Dean was laughing and smiling widely. Of course, Castile displayed his usual flat demeanor. "His nickname should be No Affect Cass," Sam joked to himself.
Then he saw it. He pounded on the brake and brought the Impala to a screeching halt. Once the car had skidded to a stop on the shoulder, Sam leapt out the driver's door and made for the passenger side.
Dean exited stiffly from the car, yelling, "What the hell was that Sam! Are you trying to kill us?"
Sam confronted him. He pointed to Dean and said, "You were holding hands!"
Dean started to reply, "What are you…"
But Sam cut him off, raising a clenched fist, he bellowed, "If you say the word jealous, I swear to God Dean, I'll punch you right in the mouth!"
Dean raised a hand toward his brother and said, "Easy Sam. Calm down."
"You're making that awfully difficult Dean," Sam seethed.
"I know. Sorry."
"Why were you holding hands?" Sam asked.
Dean looked off into the night, shrugged and said, "I don't know."
"Do you have feelings for him?" Sam pressed.
"I don't know."
Sam looked down and shuffled in placed and then said, "You're partly right Dean, I am jealous but not because Castiel has feelings for you, but because I miss the days when you were more affectionate with me. We used to be closer." He paused and then asked of his brother, "Are you ever going to forgive me for leaving?"
Dean drew a deep breath and huffed. "You're right. It's true, I'm still mad at you for running off to college and leaving me alone with dad. It sucked."
"I can only say sorry so many times Dean. You have to forgive me, so we can move on."
"I know. I'll try Sam. I swear."
Castiel exited the car and approached Dean.
"Am I ever going to get to kiss you?" he asked.
Sam rushed forward, grabbed Castiel's face and planted a big, sloppy, wet kiss on him.
Dean, mouth agape with his brows pushed up toward heaven, stood aghast.
Sam broke the kiss and went back to the car.
Castiel turned to Dean and said, "Well?"
