Author's Note: YES! I FINALLY FINISHED! YAY! Sigh. Sadly, life prevented me from getting back to this fic sooner, but I wanted to add this epilogue. Logically, I know that Sam would probably know if Cas and Dean were in a relationship right away. But my heart wants a clueless Sam, so I wrote another one. So I figured that I'd write a fluffy epilogue about poor Sam.
It's not like Dean meant to hide their relationship from Sam. Really. He didn't. But since he and Cas had gotten together, he'd had much more important things on his mind than formally telling his brother he was in a relationship.
He just assumed that Sam would eventually figure it out. Sure, he'd try to be all fucking girly and have a conversation about it, but Dean would tell him to 'fuck off' and then life would go back to normal. Except Cas would probably have the front seat in the Impala, and two motels rooms would become standard. Because Dean was not going to concede sex just so Sam's precious innocence could be preserved.
Maybe Dean had given Sam too much credit over the last couple years for his intelligence. Or maybe Dean had become a hell of a lot better at subtly. Either way, when Sam returned the bunker and didn't say a word about Cas's room being abandoned or late night chats, Dean assumed that for once Sam was not trying to force Dean into a therapy session.
Wrong. So very fucking wrong
Dean had never been an overly affectionate person. He didn't feel the need to kiss Cas every time they stepped outside or smother him in public places.
Dean wasn't ashamed of being with Cas. But after every they'd been through, their relationship felt too personal to expose. Dean told Cas things that he'd never even told Sam. They were both laying out their hearts and souls to each other, and nobody else needed to be a part of that. But they still held hands while sitting at dinner, and Cas clung to his side like a barnacle. Besides, once they were alone, all bets were off.
So honestly, Sam got what he deserved.
"There's a vampire nest somewhere in Cheyenne," Dean said, stroking Cas's side.
"When are we leaving?"
"Maybe tomorrow. Sam's still researching, so we have to wait for his verdict."
Cas hummed and curled up against Dean's side. They were both too worn out to properly focus, so Dean simply settled for wrapping his arms around the angel-his angel. Dean smiled.
Cas officially moved into their bedroom the night they kissed. Cas didn't have a lot of things, mostly just trinkets he'd picked up on cases. Dean quickly learned that Cas did not have clothes outside his trench coat, which resulted in a trip to the mall. Dean could now proudly say Cas owned a few pairs of jeans and t-shirts, which now littered their bedroom floor.
These moments were nice. Where they had a comfy bed to themselves and absolutely nowhere to be. Dean had never had something like this before. It all just felt so easy and natural. It felt like forever. And sometimes that scared the shit out of him. But then he'd look around their bedroom and see the dumb honey bee charm he'd bought Cas in Wisconsin or Cas would fall asleep against his shoulder during movie marathons. Then it didn't seem so scary anymore.
"You're thinking," Cas said.
"It happens sometimes."
Cas nipped at Dean's neck, and all 'thinking' went out the window. They still had a few hours, and Sam had been such a bitch about splurging on a second motel room last case that Dean was pretty sure this was the last time they'd be having sex on an actual bed.
"You up for round two?"
He didn't hear Cas's reply because there were more important things to worry about. Cas a figured out about that spot on Dean's neck and his feathery ass loved to use it against him.
"Hey, Dean. I think I...Oh my fucking god! What the hell man!"
Dean blindly reached for something to cover himself while Cas just tilted his head at Sam. Cas still didn't fully understand the concept of privacy, but Dean sure as hell didn't want his brother seeing him have sex. Of course, the first piece of clothing he found were Cas's jeans.
"Why does Sam sound like he's in distress?" Cas asked.
Dean zipped up the jeans and headed for the door. "Just give me a minute."
To Dean's surprise, Sam was just standing in the hallway. His face was blank, and Dean didn't honestly know if that was good or bad. He approached his brother slowly, hoping that would somehow make this easier.
"So, you and Cas."
"Yea."
"Is it serious? Cause I don't know if I can deal with you two being friends with benefits or whatever."
"No, it's serious. Like the forever kind."
"Oh. Well, look, if it makes you happy, that's really great. Really really great,"
Dean nodded.
"And if you ever want to talk about anything, I'd be more-"
"Stop! I'm not interested in talking about my feelings, Samantha. I'll put a sock on the door next time, alright. And Cas is riding shotgun."
"Cool. But really I know that coming-"
"Sam, I'm not fucking interested."
"Okay. Okay. I'll just… be in the kitchen, researching. I think I have a lead whenever you..."
Dean raised his eyebrows, and Sam finally took that as his cue to leave. Dean sighed, watching Sam try not to run down the hallway. Served him right. Whatever happened to fucking knocking.
"Dean? Is Sam alright?"
Cas poked his head out of their bedroom, hair ruffled in a million directions. Dean smiled, remembering what he'd been doing before Samsquatch came barging in.
"He's fine, Cas. We've got more important stuff to finish."
