Chapter 7

Dean is pacing. He really had hoped that the shaking and screaming would have helped. He remembers hearing one time that a comatose patient can hear when they're spoken to.

Dean's not sure if screaming and shaking really counts, but he was at a loss about what to do. His eyes are fastened to Sam's immobile body. He doesn't see when Castiel comes out of whatever he was doing. He does hear the angel moving, letting Dean know he's back. He does see Sam's eyes fluttering open. Dean is so happy to see his little brother's hazel eyes staring back at him.

Dean helps Sam to sit up. Sam looks down at himself, probably assessing for injuries that are no longer there.

When Sam looks back up, Dean lays into him. "You have a lot to explain, mister! What were you thinking, running off like a coward?!"

"Dean—" Castiel tries to intercept, but Dean plows on with his tirade.

"I don't care what it is, but if you have a problem, you talk. You've always been the one to talk things to death, and suddenly you're incapable of opening your mouth when something's bothering you?! Unbelievable!"

"Dean—" Castiel tries once again to intervene, but Dean keeps going on.

"Maybe if you hadn't run away like a child, you would have never been kidnapped, and who-knows-what would have never been done to you. You have only yourself to blame for being abducted."

"Dean!" Castiel yells.

Dean is forced to stop to take deep, wrenching breaths, so Castiel's admonishment penetrates the haze of anger surrounding him. That's when he sees Sam's tears.

Dean doesn't want to let go of his anger. It's easier to deal with then the worry and feeling of betrayal. He's always been powerless in the face of Sammy's tears, though. Dean crumbles just like he always did in the past, too.

He sits on the bed, collapsing as if all his energy has suddenly drained out of him. "Sammy, please don't cry. I'm just so hurt that you decided leaving was better than talking about whatever was bothering you tell me why? You sometimes kept things from me, but those were always things you thought would upset me. Even then, you didn't leave. What could you have possibly done that is worse than demon blood?" Dean sees Sam glance at Castiel and that angers him. What does Castiel know that Dean doesn't? "Sam!" Sam flinches at Dean's bark and guilt washes over him. Gentler, he repeats, "Sam."

"You really want to know what's worse than demon blood?"

Dean nods, but suddenly isn't so sure he wants to know. There's no going back now, though. Dean can see the stubborn set of Sam's chin. Even if Dean changes his mind, he's going to find out no matter what.

"I'm not only in love with my older brother's boyfriend, but I'm also in love with my older brother!" Sam gets off of the bed and Dean is so surprised by Sam's confession, that he doesn't stop him. Thankfully, Castiel isn't thrown, something he's going to revisit in his mind later on, and grips the struggling body to keep him in the room.

Dean shakes his head just as Castiel loses his patience and puts his fingers to Sam's forehead, sending the youngest member in the group to sleep. Castiel gently lays Sam on the bed he vacated before turning to face Dean.

Dean is still too shocked to speak after the confession.

Castiel rolls his eyes and Dean has become so used to the humanized Castiel that it doesn't even faze him any longer. "Don't you dare act like you're repulsed! I know very well that you are anything but disgusted by the idea."

"What do you mean?" Dean asks, not daring to hope. Castiel doesn't sound upset with the idea of his lover wanting his brother in a very impure way. He sees Castiel look at the slumbering figure; he sees Castiel's eyes soften. He has to wonder about Castiel's feelings for Sam. The way Castiel is looking at Sam, it reminds Dean of the way he's looked at by the angel. Dean doesn't feel jealous of the knowledge that Castiel's feelings might be divided. He'd be a hypocrite if he was. What he does feel is hope, hope that the three of them might be able to be happy together.

Castiel is now looking at him. "Sam hid inside his head because it was easier to be in there, then having to watch us be together and not being included. He felt lonely out here. It was too painful for him to watch us together, so he ran, feeling as if his feelings would never be returned."

Dean goes to the bed and softly touches Sam's cheek. He feels Castiel behind him and lets the sinewy arms wrap around him.

Castiel's lips touch Dean's ear. "Sam was wrong, wasn't he?"

Dean shivers at Castiel's breathy whisper. "Yes, I want Sam so badly; it's so hard sometimes to keep my distance."

Castiel kisses Dean's neck. "Lucky you. You don't have to anymore. Not only does Sam want you just as badly, but I want the both of you. I want to feel both of your hands touch me, bring me to release. How does that sound?"

"Too good to be true," Dean admits.

"It is true, though. In Sam's head, he was able to create illusions. He created a fake Dean and I witnessed a very hot kiss. The only thing that would have made it hotter was if it had been you and not an illusion."

Dean's eyes are fastened to the bed. He suddenly can't wait for Sam to wake up.

Sam's eyes flutter open. The first thing he sees is a head resting on his chest. He knows whose head that is. "Dean?"

"Hey, Sammy."

Sam feels dread in the pit of his stomach. "I'm so sorry. I'm such a freak."

Dean chuckles, finally lifting his head to meet Sam's eyes. "You're not the only freak."

Sam is afraid of the hope that is blossoming in his chest. "You mean –"

Dean's lips seal over Sam's. They're soft and hard all at the same time. Dean's tongue is relentless until Sam opens his mouth and yields to the ruthless appendage. Sam groans as Dean's fingers play with his hair.

Sam bucks and Dean continues to hold him down. Sam feels himself hardening and pulls Dean closer. Sam's hands go down to Dean's back, to hold his brother as close as possible. He wants to touch Dean's firm ass, but can't, due to their current position. It's just not possible, unfortunately.

Dean's lips move to Sam's neck and he moans at the feather-soft kisses. Sam's eyes are open, but only very slightly. Even though Sam is barely aware of his surroundings, he still sees Castiel calmly watching the scene unfold.

In a panic, he pushes Dean away, totally forgetting Castiel and him shared a very similar scene in his head. "Castiel? Dean? Is this some kind of sick joke? Something to just spice up your sex life? Dean, how could you do that to me?"

"Stop it," Dean commands firmly. "How dare you accuse me of being so uncaring of your feelings. You know me better than that."

"Then why?"

Dean shakes his head, as if he can't believe the stupidity that is Sam. "Because I love you in the same immoral and dirty way that you love me."

"Love is never immoral or dirty," Castiel says.

"It is when it's incest," Sam refutes.

"No it isn't," Castiel calmly answers.

"Sammy," Dean says. "Look at me." Sam does and sees something in Dean's eyes, something he's only ever dreamed of. "I've wanted you for so long. It doesn't matter what people would say about us if they knew we were brothers. All that matters is what we feel and whether it's real. And I think the answer is yes, it is real and the feeling is not going away."

Sam initiates a kiss and loses himself in the feeling of Dean's lips. It's better than Sam ever imagined it would be, better than the imitation in his mind. He remembers something. He forces himself to pull back, knowing he might lose his chance to have Dean with his next question. "What about Castiel?"

Dean looks at the angel who up until then had been quiet. His smile is soft when he turns back to Sam. "I heard about the moment you two shared in your mind."

Sam blushes, ready to hear words of anger from Dean. He's surprised when Dean leans down and whispers, "It turned me on."

"Really?" Sam squeaks. Yes, squeaks.

"Really. The only thing I don't like was that I hadn't been able to watch."

When Dean leans down and kisses Sam, he returns it. He arches up and feels Dean's arousal. Sam moans when Dean's lips trail down to his neck and latches on. Eyes hooded, Sam looks over at Castiel, who seems to be very interested in the proceedings, if the tent in Castiel's pants are any indication. He reaches out to the angel, beckoning him closer. He feels Dean's grin against his neck and knows his brother approves of the idea.

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Dean slumps next to him, firmly holding Sam around the waist. Sam looks up at Castiel, who's standing up next to the bed. Dean seems to notice as well because he forces Castiel to lie next to them. Sam falls asleep, sandwiched between the two of them.