"Sam?" Dean turned to his brother for a moment before turning his eyes back onto the road. They had finished up their case and they were headed home. Sam was right to assume it was vampires. There were five of them setting up shop. It took them only an evening to track them down and take care of the problem. Now it was back to the bunker. Back to Castiel.
"Yeah Dean," Sam gave his full attention to his brother. Something was off with Dean and Sam knew that. Hopefully Dean was not going to keep him shut out. Dean holding things in never worked well for anyone.
"Can I ask you a question?" Dean asked, eyes dead on the road. "For a friend?"
"Sure Dean," Sam held back a laugh. "You can ask me a question … for a friend."
"So this friend," Dean was well aware that Sam knew that Dean was the friend but it made it easier telling himself that he had no idea. "He is as straight as this road is long. He loves the ladies, I mean, he really loves the ladies."
"Well the ladies are nice," Sam shook his head but Dean was so focused on the road that he could not see Sam at all. "How is that a problem for him?"
"Well you see this friend," Dean tilted his head to the side, images of Castiel, writhing beneath him flashing through his mind. "Even though he is not gay, he fell in love with a man. I mean, he didn't even think that it was possible. Is it possible? Can a straight man fall in love with a man?"
"You can't help who you love Dean," Sam turned to his brother. "I mean, straight and gay are just terms that people made up to label people. People are just people and they fall in love."
"So what should I tell my friend then?" Dean finally looked over at him.
"I think you go to him," Sam put his hand out his brother's shoulder. "And you tell him that you love him too."
Dean swerved the car, almost putting it into the ditch beside the road. Once he got the car steady, he pulled it over to the side of the road. "What in the world are you talking about Sam?"
"I am talking about you and Castiel," Sam shook his head at his brother. "You think that no one sees? The moment Castiel pulled you out of hell, you loved him and he loved you. It's about time that you figured it out."
"I am not in love with Castiel," Dean tried to lie but even he did not believe himself.
"Okay Dean," Sam shrugged his shoulders. He was not going to argue with his brother any longer.
Dean pulled the car back onto the road. He thought about what had taken place the other night in the hotel room and he felt himself get excited. He was not supposed to be getting excited over Castiel. Dean was not gay. What happened was a one-time thing. Right?
