Dean Winchester looked upon his brother Sam whose coughing fit was beginning to subside. Having asperated on his coffee, Sam was regaining control over his breathing and his composer.

"You," Sam barely croaked still unable to speak.

Dean waited patiently as Sam huffed and coughed more of the coffee from his lungs.

"You had sex with Castiel?" Sam asked.

Dean drew a deep breath. He had meant only to startled Sam, as he loved keeping his brother perpetually off balance, but it was the truth. He regretted saying anything about it. He toyed with the idea of lying by saying he was only kidding but that, he assumed, would just lead to more lies, and he hated lies and liars.

"Yes, I did," he finally replied solemnly.

Sam was gob smacked. He sat looking out into middle distance while the idea of "Destiel" roiled his mind.

"Sam," Dean pulled him back, "you mentioned last night that you had kissed guys before. Do you want to enlighten me on your past gay shenanigans?"

"Um, yeah, I've made out with a few guys in the past," Sam said, adding in a low murmur, "done things."

"Like with who for instance?" Dean inquired while ignoring that last part.

Sam hesitated before saying, "A high school friend or two, a college buddy, a rando here and there," and after a bit of a pause he added, "Cass."

Dean leaned forward and squinting his eyes asked, "Cass?"

"Yeah, a few times. Not long after he first showed up, I pulled him aside one day and kissed him," Sam smiled as he recalled the first time he kissed Castiel, "he was completely nonplussed about it."

"Nonplussed?" Dean asked looking for clarification.

"Yeah, unconcerned. Like it was nothing. He asked me why I kissed him, and I just said I wanted to, and he just accepted it," Sam explained.

"You just wanted to kiss him?"

"Yeah, I don't what it is about him. I was just," Sam gestured by touching his hand to his chest and waved it back and forth, "drawn to him."

Dean said, "I know the feeling."

Sam put his arm on the table and leaned forward over it toward Dean and smirking, he asked, "So what happened last night?"

Dean, irritated by his brother's gleeful inquiry, as his whole sense of self had been radically altered by the night's events, said, "Could you maybe take it down a notch Sammy. I'm having a hard time dealing with all of this."

Sam said, "Yeah, ok, sorry Dean," then he added, "Talk about having a hard time, what would Dad say?"

Dean slammed his fist on to the table, pitched forward and bellowed into Sam's face, "You know exactly what he would say!"

Sam started back so violently he would have fallen over if not for the wall behind him. He righted himself saying quickly, "Sorry, sorry, I do know, sorry Dean. Forgive me, that was a stupid thing to say."

Dean used the back of his hand to wipe spittle from his mouth.

After a moment, Sam soften his approach and said, "I just wanted to make sure you're all right with what happened last night. Are you comfortable with it?

Dean eyed his brother suspiciously and said, "I'm done talking about this."

Sam again pushed too far and said, "I've always wondered what it would be like to be with"

Before he could finish, Dean reached under the table with his good hand and flung it across the room. It crashed into the decorative room divider at the front door.

Sam bounded away from his bother and in a panic shouted, "Whoa, Dean take it easy! What the hell's the matter?"

"You can just forget about it Sammy!" Dean yelled back.

"About what? Cass? Dean I was only talking. Why such a commotion?"

Dean looked past Sam as Castiel was now standing behind him and said, "I think I love him, that's why."