Dean and Sam watched as Castiel killed Israfil, her body going limp in his hands.

No one said anything. Sam hadn't said anything about what the bitch angel had said and Cas seemed sad about having to kill his sister/ex-bitch.

Dean shouldn't have been so upset about her. Cas had been around a long time, he had the right to be with someone. It's not like he could see that in a couple thousand years he would meet Dean and start something with him.

Dean had been jealous before, but this was a whole other level. He was upset that Cas hadn't told him about her. Cas knew everything about Dean and his past…expeditions, why shouldn't he know the same about Cas?

When they got back to the hotel Sam went and got his own room and Dean couldn't blame him. Who would want to sleep in the same room with their gay brother and his angel lover?

Sam could sleep in another room, but that didn't mean he was getting out of talking to Dean about what was going on. Dean wasn't going to let him sit there all night, drunk and mad at him.

Dean left Cas in what was now their room to take a shower and went next door to have it out with Sam.

"Okay Sasquatch, spill it. What are you thinking?" Dean didn't bother knocking. Sam was still his brother and he wasn't going to let his new found gayness screw up anything between them.

Sam took a deep breath and then dove right into it. "I don't give a fuck if your gay, bi, transgender! I don't care what you are Dean, it just would have been nice if you had told me before you went off and started fucking Cas!"

"I'm not fucking Cas!" Dean was starting to get worked up and headed towards the fridge for a beer. He threw one at Sam and took a sip to calm himself down. "I couldn't tell you okay? I wanted to, I just couldn't stand having you look at me differently." Dean could feel his eyes start to water so he turned his back to his brother and took a couple deep breaths.

"After all the shit we've gone through. Mom and dad dying, the apocalypse, me being soulless, and you're fucking worried about being gay? Seriously Dean, that's insane." Sam shook his head and sipped at his beer.

"First of all I'm not gay, okay? I still like woman. I've never actually liked another guy until Cas. And second, that's exactly why I couldn't tell you. We've been through so much, I didn't want you having to go through something else."

Dean went over to sit next to Sam, waiting for him to say something. Dean wasn't used to just coming out about his feelings, even with Sam. No matter how close they were, there were some things Dean didn't feel comfortable talking about. His feelings for a male angel being one of them.

"Stop trying to protect me Dean. I'm a big boy…"

"That's an understatement." Dean cut him, giving him a half smile.

"I can handle myself Dean, and I can handle you being bi, or whatever you wanna call it. I'm not the little kid dad made you promise to protect anymore. So just stop worrying about me." Dean watched as Sam got up to get another beer, then got up and walked to the door.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you Sammy, but to me, you'll always be that little kid." Dean said, smiling at his brother and closing the door.

He knew Sam was going to be upset at him for a while for keeping it from him, but at least his little brother didn't hate him. He didn't look at him differently. He was still the same crude, sexual big brother he always had been.

Back in his room, Cas was sitting on the far bed, watching infomercials. He still seemed sad, and Dean was still afraid he would say the wrong thing and make it worse, but he had dealt with his brother, why not his angel too?

"Cas, what's going on with you?" He asked, tossing him a beer. Dean couldn't have a serious conversation without some time of alcohol. Cas didn't say anything though, just opened his beer and chugged half of it in 5 seconds.

No matter how jealous Dean felt of the angel Israfil, he hated seeing Cas like this. He cared about Cas, and caring about someone meant being there for them no matter what. So Dean put his feelings aside and walked over to Cas, sitting on the bed beside him.

"Cas, talk to me. What's wrong?"

"Imagine killing Lisa. You cared about her, yes? She's important to you, but you aren't in love with her. That's what killing Israfil was like. She was important to me at one point, even though it was very long ago; she was still a big part of my life. Because of Raphael though, I had to kill her." Dean saw the tears start to form in Cas' eyes and he couldn't help but pull him close to him, letting him rest his head on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Cas. I didn't know she meant that much to you. I don't wanna see you hurt." Dean gently brushed the loose strands of hair out of Cas' face, looking into deep blue eyes.

"I know how you feel Dean. I know you were jealous of Israfil. It means a lot that you're here though. I wouldn't blame you for wanting to be as far from me as possible." Dean stared at Cas, not sure what to say.

"Are you crazy?"

"I hated being near you knowing you cared for Lisa. I could feel you thinking about her, missing her. It hurt me, and there was no way I could tell you, which made it even worse." Dean pushed Cas up so he could look at him better. He took a hold of his face and looked him right in the eye.

"Listen to me Cas. Sure I cared about Lisa, but you…you're different; special. I've never felt this way with anyone in my entire life. I've never been able to be myself fully with anyone besides you and Sam. I…I think I'm…"

"I love you too Dean." Cas cut him off, finishing his sentence.

Dean didn't say anything, just leaned in and kissed his angel softly, showing him that he loved him.