A/N: Oh my Chuck… this chapter took a lot longer to write than my usual hour and a half… I was fresh out of ideas! I wanted to include sex but… its… almost 2:00 in the morning and I still have a shiteload of stuff to do homework wise… expect an update AGAIN later tonight… Man, being an author who updates every day is taxing on the fingers…
Oh yeah, Dean kinda acts homophobic, but I couldn't help it. It's just how he came out in my head. Like seriously I couldn't stop it any way it came out he acted like that somewhere. Sorry! Blame him.
Did anyone watch "Mannequin 3: the Reckoning" tonight? That was one of my distractions instead of writing this, that and Misha Collins and Jensen Ackles holding a baby together. (I died).
So, enjoy!
**I've said the disclaimer enough. They should have gotten it by now. From now on, all disclaimers count for every chapter labeled or not.**
Dean and Sam sat on opposite sides of the small table, neither really wanting to ever look at the beds again. Too many scary memories associated with them.
"So, tell me what happened Dean." Sam started, leaning forward and placing a large hand on Dean's.
His older brother scoffed and turned away, yanking his hand out from under Sam's own and shoving it into his lap. He really didn't want to be having this talk. But after his little episode involving Castiel this afternoon and then attacking Sam verbally, his little brother demanded it. So here they were, sitting across from each other with Sam trying to get Dean to talk his feelings and the latter not wanting any part of it.
"Don't go all chick-flick on me." He bit back. Sam gave him a reproachful look, and Dean groaned.
"I don't talk feelings."
Sam gave him a deadpan look, rolling his eyes.
"Dean, this needs to be talked about." his younger brother reiterated. Dean shot him another scowl, and like usual he just lifted his chin up and away and puffed out his shoulders.
"There's nothing that needs to be talked about Sammy. I'm just-just gonna pretend it didn't happen."
Sam's jaw dropped slightly, and he let a much unhumored laugh escape from his throat. He leaned back on the legs of his chair, tilting his position and staring at Dean.
"You can't pretend it didn't happen man." Sam responded, biting the inside of his cheek in concentration.
There had to be some way he could get Dean to see reason. There was definitely something going on between him and the angel. It would have been one thing if it was just the Cupid's doing, but since Dean wasn't even affected directly he shouldn't have been reciprocating the feelings. Especially since Castiel hadn't been there.
If you thought about it, Sam reasoned, there was definitely something there to begin with. Castiel was always mainly focused on Dean, not just because he was like, supposed to, but more than that. One night Sam woke up to see Castiel standing over Dean's bed; not seriously stalker close but close enough that it got a little awkward between the two awake beings in the room. Sam had asked what Castiel was doing, and the angel had replied with a simple:
"Analyzing how humans sleep. It is peculiar to one who can't."
And then he had left in a small gust of wind and the faintest rustle of feathers. Now that Sam looked back on it, Castiel did seem kind of rushed, more-so than usual.
So yeah, Castiel was definitely crushing hard, in his own weird angel way that is. But Dean… He only pushed Castiel away when he got too close and insulted him from a distance. But there were his times when Dean complimented Castiel that made Sam wonder how he truly felt about their 'protector'.
"Who says I can't?" snapped Dean, trying to focus on anything but the face of his little brother.
Sammy was making this harder than it seriously had to be. Cas would soon forget all about this shit and go back to normal and then everything would be okay! Well… Dean internally sighed. That's what he kept telling himself. But somewhere he knew Castiel would never change. He would probably insist on this stupid 'bond' thing for all of Dean's living life. And he honestly didn't think he could deal with that. Sure, Cas was a good friend to have around, it was really funny sometimes to see him act like an alien to everything, but having a relationship with him? Dean wasn't gay!
"Um, like the basic laws of having a relationship?" Sam asked cockily, earning him a swift punch in the arm from Dean. After rubbing it gently, he returned back to being serious.
"I'm not joking Dean. You can't just have sex with the man and then pretend nothing happened."
A sudden light pop resounded in both of the brothers' ears, and their heads whipped around to see Gabriel standing against the closed doorframe munching on a Twix bar. He winked at Sam, who grinned and held out a hand.
And then things got seriously awkward for Dean.
He had to watch as the Archangel Gabriel strutted over to his little brother and sat in his lap, holding the chocolate treat between his teeth. He had to watch as Sam grabbed the other end, biting a chuck off and purring, fucking purring lightly! He had to watch as they both finished the treat and shared a chaste kiss on the lips. That almost made him gag. He was so not gay, this proved it.
"Heya Dean-o." Gabe said cheekily, popping a lollipop into existence and sucking on it like a child. Sam rolled his eyes, staring back at Dean and making a gesture to them together with the hand that wasn't helping hold his angel lover up.
"How's my little bro Cas? You two enjoy each other?" The Trickster turned to Sam for the answer instead, and he only received a sad shake of the head in reply.
"He wants to forget it even happened Gabe." Sam told him, filling him in on all the tiny details; even the ones Dean seriously didn't want anyone but himself and Sam to know.
"Wait wait wait wait wait." Gabe held up a finger, silencing Sam effectively even without the use of his magic. "You're trying to tell me Dean over there," he pointed to Dean, who growled. "Did my brother Castiel, jacked off to him even, and still says he isn't gay? Or at least attracted to him? Seriously?"
Sam nodded, and Gabriel turned to Dean.
"You my bro have issues."
"I. Am. Not. Your. Bro." Dean spat through a jaw shut with a vice-like grip, his knuckles white at the tightness of his fists.
"Oh c'mon now!" Gabriel laughed, conjuring up three open bottles of beer. "Sam and I are practically stuck at the hip for life, so why not start calling you bro?" He took a bottle and brought it up to a slightly flushed Sam's lips, who drunk it while stuttering for words.
"Gabe…" Sam mumbled, biting inside his cheek. "You seriously need to tone it down."
At the authoritative look in Sam's eyes Gabriel looked down ever-so-slightly, wrapping a hand around Sam's own. And only then could Dean see his brother being a total dominant in a gay relationship. Not that he ever thought about those things.
"Yeah yeah…" He turned and passed one of the beers over to Dean, who immediately pushed it back.
"I don't take beers from douche bags." Was his grumbled reply, and all it did was earn him a spiteful look from Sam.
"You could be a little nicer."
"You could be a little less gay around me." Dean said with a snarl, standing up and grabbing his jacket.
"Where are you going?" Sam called, helping Gabe stand and walking towards Dean slowly.
"I'm just getting some fresh air."
"Dean…"
"Just, let me alone for a bit Sammy."
And he slammed the door shut.
Gabriel turned to the door, then back to Sam, and gave him a wink.
"While the cat's away the mice will play?" he asked, wriggling his eyebrow suggestively.
Sam gaped at him for a moment, before rolling his eyes. "The beds are… er… used."
Gabriel snapped, and fresh sheets were suddenly atop both beds, one of which had been turned into a large four-poster king size with red satin sheets. The top of the bed's posts barely scratched the ceiling of the motel room.
"You…" Sam started to laugh." Are insatiable, you know that?"
Gabriel shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm an angel, I'm allowed to be."
"That makes no sense."
"I'm an angel, I'm allowed not to make sense."
"Nutjob."
Gabriel giggled at the comment, pushing Sam down onto the larger bed and looming over him.
"Yours baby~"
Dean slammed the motel door shut, walking out into the finally beginning sunset. It had seriously been one long mother-fucking day, and they hadn't even begun that investigation of a possible job in the town they were staying in. Another reason a relationship would just fuck everything up. Dean kicked the ground angrily, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.
Why was Castiel causing him so many problems? He almost missed the days when the angel fucked with them to get something to do with the Apocalypse over and done with. That would be better than fucking with him about this 'bond' bull crap and whatever.
Walking over to the Impala, Dean hopped up on the hood and leaned back a little, resting against the natural contours of his baby. This… doing this, relaxing, whether it was with Sammy or not, was always a natural and beautiful thing to him. He loved doing it. It always brought him peace no matter what was happening.
And then he felt the rush of wind.
Dean whipped his head around fast as Castiel slid onto the spot next to him, the metal of the Impala resisting having both men's weights on it but still holding. His eyes went wide as Castiel looked at him with an almost intent fierceness that was rare for the angel to ever have.
"Do you mind company?"
"Cas, what are you doing here?" Dean asked with a heavy groan, his head rolling back towards thoughts of the peaceful, solitary sunset, but he also couldn't not want Castiel there.
"I have decided something, Dean." Castiel spoke clearly and loudly, like he had practiced this beforehand but still hadn't memorized it.
"I wish to stay with my earlier opinion. I believe our bond can flourish, and I would wish it to be so."
Dean stared at him, unable to not spit out a small scrap of uncaring laughter.
"Cas, you're nuts." He said, before getting to stand up. Castiel followed him with an almost haste about him.
"Dean…"
"Cas, I seriously don't want to talk about this." Dean told him, clenching and unclenching his fists. The Angel looked up at Dean's rugged face, not very surprised at how he had fallen in love with those pained and yet chiseled features.
"Then don't talk. Just listen." Castiel told him in what was a barely audible whisper. The Winchester sucked in a small amount of breath as Castiel's thumb pad traced his bottom lip, and unconsciously his tongue peeked out from behind his perfect lips to lick it softly. He tasted like ash; where had Cas been?
"See?" Castiel inquired, holding the bottom of his jaw. "Even your body remembers me and wants me. Why do you continue to deny it?" His blue eyes were deep oceans of concentration as he began to slowly read the rush of Dean's thoughts.
Never ever been…
Dean if only I could help you.
I mean… seriously? CAS?
There should be some reason as to why it cannot be me, Dean.
This is insane…
Everything is alright, please understand.
Nothing… ever like this…
I feel the same.
I feel like…
Please, tell me.
A million reasons why this is….
Perfect? Don't deny it.
But the only thing that's stopping me is…
You. I am open and ready, the only thing stopping you is you.
Maybe Sammy was…
Right?
But I can' t…
You can Dean
Ever…
If only you could hear my thoughts and understand.
But the only shitty thing is…
Is what?
I LOVE HIM.
"I love you as well." Castiel said aloud, lightly grasping the sides of Dean's face. The Hunter stared down at him like he had just had a revelation, and Castiel knew that it was not a bad thing at all. Actually, it would make things better from now on. He had the most accurate hunch in the known universe and probably beyond. Dean's hands trembled slightly, becoming more firm and gripping the Angel's hips. Castiel watched as the lately murky green eyes of his mate became clearer, and tried to spare him a small smile.
"Cas…?" Dean asked wondrously. He wasn't so much happy, as feeling light as air. Finally the rocks he was burdened with were gone.
"Yes, Dean?" Castiel replied quietly.
"You… read my mind right?"
"Yes, Dean."
"Good, cause I can't say it out loud."
A/N: Well, I've learned from one of my friends that I'm a bitch for leaving cliffhangers. But what can I say, they're so much fun! 3
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