Castiel looked upon the brothers Winchesters from the backseat of the Impala automobile. Dean had hustled him into the backseat after Sam's impromptu kiss by the side of the road. Dean decided to join his brother in the front seat for the ride back to the motel. They didn't say a word to each the entire way back. Dean occasionally glared at his brother, and Sam would look sheepishly back at him, but neither one would break the ice and speak. Which was fine with Castiel as he considered most of what they said to be nonsensical gibberish.
Once they arrived back at their seedy, yet retro fabulous, motel, the brothers went directly to their room. Dean entered, and Castiel meant to follow, but Sam blocked the door and asked, "Cass do mind if I talk to Dean alone?" and before he could answer, Sam closed the door in his face.
When Sam turned around to confront Dean, he saw Castiel standing behind him.
"I guess you do mind," Sam said in defeat.
"I love him," Castiel reiterated.
Dean turned around and directed Castiel to the plastic table and two chairs nestled in the corner of their room and said, "Just sit here and be quiet while I talk to Sam."
Castiel open his mouth to speak, but Dean cut him off, yelling, "No, you may not kiss me now."
Dean turned back to his brother and said, "Ok, Sam what's going on? I'm getting a lot of mixed messages from you. First you freak out because I'm holding Cass's hand then you kiss him."
"I freaked out because I freaked out. All that tension and teasing in the hospital and then, bang! You're holding his hand. I just lost it."
"Ok fine, but what about the kiss?"
Well, I have something to admit," Sam said.
"And what's that Sammy?"
"Cass is not the first man I've kissed."
"What!"
"Yeah, I've had, uh, encounters with guys before."
"Encounters," Dean repeated befuddled.
"And," Sam continued, "that wasn't first time I've kissed Cass."
Dean turned to Castiel and bellowed, "Cass have you been kissing Sam behind my back!"
"No," Castiel replied.
Dean, confused, turned back to Sam who just shrugged.
"Sam says you did," he questioned.
"Sam has kissed me several times in the past, but I have never kissed him," Castiel explained.
Sam began to laugh, but he was cut short by the threatening glare Dean turned on him.
"You know what," said Sam, backing away from his brother, "it's awfully late. I think I'm going to get my own room for tonight, and we can talk about this tomorrow."
Sam gathered his duffle bag and shaving kit and exited the room as Dean yelled, "You bet we'll talk about this tomorrow. I've got a lot of freaking questions for you Sammy!"
Dean drew a deep breath and after a moment, turned to Castiel and made an exaggerated gesture pointing down to the floor.
Castiel approached and stood on that exact spot.
Dean looked at Castiel and studied him. "Why," wondered Dean, "am I so attracted to him? I've never been attracted to any man before. What is it that draws me to him?"
Castiel reached out and grabbed a handful each of Dean's coat sleeves and pulled him forward, so they were chest to chest and face to face.
In his deep, throaty voice, Castiel asked, "Can I kiss you now?"
Dean swallowed hard and said in a breathless tone, "Yes."
Castiel tilted his head to one side and gave Dean a firm, gentle kiss.
