The boys arrived back at their beat down motel room, changing out of their uncomfortable FBI suits and returning to their preferred jeans and t-shirt attire. The case had had done a good job of distracting Dean from his confused thoughts. They had questioned the police, the neighbors, and even Mrs. Wilson, who all made the brother's believe it was a demon who committed the murder. It was late in the afternoon, and the brother's agreed to pick things back up in the morning. It was their first hunt in a while, after all, and it had taken it's toll.

Sam sat on his laptop, while Dean opened the fridge to retrieve a beer. Sam thought about Chuck the prophet, about the books he had written, detailing the brother's lives. Although they hated the fact their unfortunate existence had been turned into a frenzy of fanatics and LARPing, Sam and Dean thought of Chuck as a friend, and they hadn't heard from him in a while.

"Hm, that's ironic," Sam said with a laugh, reading something on his computer screen. He scrolled down, giggling as he read more.

"What's so funny?" Dean asked

"Well, I decided to look and see how the Supernatural books are doing. I wondered if Chuck had published any more books since we last saw him."

"And?"

"Well, seems like there's no more books, but…" Sam paused, laughing once more. "I found a new genre of fan fiction."

"Oh god, what's wrong with people." Dean rolled his eyes and went to stand behind his brother, bending to look at the page that Sam had opened. He prayed it wasn't more of that Dean/Sam brother on brother action.

"Destiel fan fiction?" he read out loud. "What the fuck is a Destiel?"

"It's a couple name, you know, like Brangelina? Except its-"

"Wait, Destiel… Desti-" Dean repeated, "Me and Cas?!" Dean exclaimed. "Are you telling me even teenage girls are sensing this so-called connection between me and him?" The older hunter shook his head. Why had it been so obvious to everyone but himself?

"Yeah… seems to be a pretty popular topic. There's thousands of them. Even ones set in alternate universes."

Dean bobbed down closer to the screen to read a comment posted by a girl whose username was "destiellover34"

omfg I will ship destiel forever! This one got me right in the feels

Dean screwed up his face and drew back.

"I don't understand people." He said with a sigh, returning to his side of the table and taking another sip of beer. He looked out the window, the sun glaring his vision. His mind flickered to Cas. Dean missed him, he still wanted to apologize for his actions. He still wanted to fix things. He wanted him here. So much for being distracted by the hunt. What would those teenage fans think?

"Oh, Dean, the games on, wanna come watch with me?"

Dean thought about it. He could sit with his brother on the couch, watching men in helmets shoving each other down a grassy field. But his curiosity took over. "Nah, maybe later. Mind if I borrow your laptop?"

"Sure."

Sam left the room, leaving Dean on his own. He grabbed the lap top, turning it to face him. He scrolled down the page that Sam had left open, looking at the titles of countless fan fiction stories. He clicked on one.

The game had ended and Sam moved back to where his brother had stayed behind. His laptop sat on the table, closed. His brother had since disappeared and he wondered where he had gone until he heard a stirring come from the bathroom. Sam realized there's only one reason why Dean would borrow his laptop. He open the computer, expecting to see the website for "Busty Asian Beauties" displayed, but he found something else entirely.

The page was still on the fan fiction website Sam had found, but this time, a story was open. Sam huffed in amused surprise. His brother had denied watching football, only to instead read a slash story about himself and his best friend? His best friend who had kissed him a couple of nights earlier. Sam read the title.

Twist and Shout

Sam walked over to the bathroom door where he heard a light sniffling noise, sounding strangely like crying. He chuckled at the idea. Dean Winchester didn't cry!

"Hey, Dean, I think I'm gonna go to the bar. You okay in there?"

Dean sniffed again, coughing to clear his voice. "Yeah- yeah, I-I'm fine. You go ahead."

Dean heard the motel room door close. The air around him filled with silence. For a brief moment he could hear only the steady buzzing of the AC, and the cars driving outside the window. Then he heard someone say his name from outside the bathroom door. His head jerked around, wondering if he had imagined it.

Dean emerged from the bathroom, eyes shrink wrapped in tears. His hands were trembling ever so slightly and his nose was flushed red.

No one was there. He decided his ears were playing tricks on him. But then he heard it once more.

"Dean," spoke a familiar voice, this time coming from by the bed.

The older hunter turned toward the sound, gasping slightly when his eyes met blue. It was Castiel.

"Cas… I'm so sorry," Dean said shakily as he began walking toward his friend. He watched the angels face bow in shame, but the hunter only picked up his pace. He was almost running when he finally reached Cas, the angel's mouth opening to respond.

Before Cas could reply, Dean had forced him against the nearest wall, setting his hands under the angels arms. Castiel stared at the human in confusion and tried to speak once more. He was interrupted again, this time by the hunter's lips.

Dean pressed his lips firmly against the angel's mouth. Castiel was caught by surprise, taking a moment to respond. He sank into the kiss, bring his hand up to rest on the back of Dean's neck. Dean's hand moved from Cas' sides to the top of his tie, pulling him deeper into his chest. The hunter's tongue slipped inside the angels mouth, tracing the inside of his lip, and then running over his tongue. He pressed his hip bones against Castiel, holding him to the wall. He felt something move inside his boxers, but pulled back before he got carried away. He kept his body against the angel, his hands cupped his chin.

"You shouldn't have left," Dean whispered, before kissing him again.

The hunter and the angel sat on the couch, side by side. Their fingers hovered next to each other's, gently bumping together. Dean leaned his head on the back of the couch, and his eyes melted over Castiel's face. The angel blushed, and bit his lip. This time the human felt no anger, he felt no pain. He just felt an overwhelming feeling of joy as he covered Cas' hand with his own. Everything felt right in the world as the two sat there silently, thinking about their newly discovered feelings for one another.

"Hey, Cas… Do you like Elvis?"

"Who?"

"Nevermind."