Sam waited next to his phone for Dean to call every night when he'd stop at a motel, and every night his brother sounded better. Almost like he was right where he was supposed to be. It was weird, but then so was Sam reapplying at Stanford. He hadn't told Dean yet and he was kind of afraid of what his reaction might be and Bobby told him that if he didn't tell his brother tonight then he was going to do it for him. Sam snatched up the phone as it began to ring. "Dean?"

"Who else would be calling at almost one in the morning." His brother laughed.

"Good point." Sam grinned, relaxing a bit. Dean sounded to be in a good mood. "So how's the drive?"

"Awesome. I've been pulled over twice today. Apparently California cops have so much time on their hands not fighting crime to actually patrol the empty highways." Dean snickered.

"You haven't gotten any tickets have you?" Sam frowned.

"Of course not, I just flash them a smile and feed them some sob story about needing to get to a wedding on time or my fiancée'll kill me." Sam laughed. Yeah, that sounded like his brother. "It only works on the married cops though so you be careful using that trick Sam."

"I don't speed Dean." Sam replied evenly smiling as his brother laughed.

"Good point."

"Dean?"

"Yeah."

"I'm going back to Stanford." Sam inhaled sharply as silence filled the other end of the line. "They've already accepted my application and are going to reinstate my full ride scholarship." Still nothing. "Dean?" He waited to hear the click that told him Dean was pissed, but it never came.

"Is that what you want then?" Dean asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah."

"Then good. Listen I'll call you tomorrow I'm beat." Sam winced as he heard the click and looked up at Bobby.

"So, what'd he say?" The old hunter asked quietly. Sam tossed his phone on the kitchen table and groaned, running his hands through his hair before repeating the conversation back word for word. "Did he sound mad?"

"No, but you can never tell with him." Sam swore standing up. "I'm going after him." Bobby laughed and sat back in his chair.

"Good luck finding him, it's hard enough when he's not hiding, but if the boy is mad, then you're going to need all the help you can get."

Dean set his phone down and stared at it for a long time before getting up and packing everything back into the Impala. He wasn't going to be able to sleep after that bit of news. He didn't really know how to feel about it. On one hand he was really happy for Sam. It was his chance at an almost normal life, but on the other hand he couldn't help but feel betrayed. He wanted Sam to ride shotgun as they traveled the country hunting all the bad bitches that terrorized small towns just like they had been for the past five years and most of their childhood. Despite how he felt, though, he knew it was what Sam wanted and there was no reason other than Dean's selfishness that would keep him from it. As he sped down unlit highways in the dead of he made a resolution to be happy for Sam. It wasn't much different from the one he'd made almost eight years ago when he dropped Sam off at Stanford the first time, and maybe this time would be different. They weren't the same people they had been back then. They were closer and he knew that even if he didn't see Sam on a regular basis he would still be able to talk to him. Just knowing he was alive and safe was a great ease on Dean's mind, because he knew that Sam knew how to handle himself. Especially now after having saved the world. His brother could handle anything life threw at him, he'd always been stronger emotionally and Dean knew it. Dean Winchester wasn't a healthy thinker and it had always been a source of great amusement that the Angels had chosen him, one of the most faithless, angry, damaged people in the world, to be their champion instead of Sam, who actually had, and still did for some weird reason, believed in and prayed to God. Maybe it was because said God had scooped him from the pit with no memory of it. It seemed a little unfair to Dean that Sam got to forget and he didn't, but he also didn't want Sam to remember Hell; he just didn't want to be able to remember either. He sighed turning his music up to drown his thoughts and soon he was singing along. Suddenly there was a figure standing in the road and he had to slam on his brakes to keep from hitting it. He got out of the car shakily and approached the all too familiar Angel standing inches from his front bumper. "That is an excellent way to get hit Caz." Dean folded his arms. "You're lucky I have good reflexes." Dean smirked then found himself pinned to the side of the Impala with Castiel's mouth on his, which answered the age old question of whether Angels got horny too. He laughed deep in his throat putting his arms around Caz's neck and opening his mouth. Caz groaned sliding his tongue in and Dean felt cool hands slide up under his shirt to caress his abs. He moved into the touch sliding his tongue past Caz's. When they finally broke apart, both panting for air, Caz gripped the waistband of Dean's jeans and leaned in so that his mouth was on the hunter's ear.

"I have been waiting for you Dean Winchester." He whispered, sending shivers of pleasure down Dean's spine.

"Not too long I hope." Dean murmured lifting his chin as Caz began kissing down his neck.

"Long enough." Caz replied quietly. Dean inhaled sharply as one of Castiel's hands slid into his jeans then groaned as his erection was massaged gently. His fingers curled in Caz's hair and he brought the Angel's lips up to his and kissed him passionately, sucking his tongue into his mouth and biting it gently. Caz moaned moving his hand faster and rubbing the tip of Dean's cock with his thumb as he pulled on it. Dean arched into his hand pulling away from the kiss and throwing his head back with a soft cry. Caz immediately latched onto his neck licking and biting the skin there. Dean moaned clutching at his hair and moved his hips into Caz's hand breathing heavily. Everything the Angel did felt like heaven on Dean's body and it wasn't long before he was coming explosively all over Caz's hand. He collapsed against the car as the hand left his jeans then grabbed Castiel by the shoulders and spun him so that it was his back against the car instead, his hands fumbling to get the Angel's pants open. He dropped to his knees and scooped Castiel's throbbing erection into his mouth. Caz gasped grabbing at his hair as Dean sucked hard opening his throat to practically swallow the tip. He hummed softly vibrating the entire length as he sucked and ran his tongue up and down. Castiel groaned his fingers tightening on Dean's hair as he thrust in. Dean pinned his hips and grazed the sensitive skin with his teeth. The Angel cried out arching once as he came, his seed spilled down Dean's throat and he swallowed it all before pulling off. Caz dragged him up to capture his lips in a ferocious kiss as Dean fixed his pants. When they pulled apart finally they were both gasping for air but satiated for the moment. They stared into each other's eyes before Dean kissed Castiel sweetly, enjoying the taste of him.

"I can't wait for the real thing." Dean whispered pulling away. "I have to destroy that Demon fast now." Castiel nodded smiling softly.

"I am surprised to find you alone Dean."

"Sam didn't want to tag along." The hunter shrugged stepping back. "He's going to go back to Stanford."

"How do you propose to get past the Demon's guards?"

"I've got the colt." Dean grinned. "Besides it can't be harder then killing the devil right?" Castiel nodded but frowned. "Come on Caz, I've been hunting my entire life, I can handle this."

"Never the less, it would be wise if I came with you."

"I won't say no." Dean grinned kissing him again. "But I'm driving."

Bobby had been right when he said finding Dean would be hard. Sam was days behind him still and he had flown to California. He should have just flown to Washington where he knew Dean was going to be. The motel he had just left said Dean had stayed there three days ago with a strange man in a trench coat, who Sam knew had to be Castiel. What the hell was Dean doing with an Angel? Sure they had been getting close, a little to close for Sam's comfort, but Castiel was supposed to be helping reorganize Heaven, not helping Dean go after Demons. He gritted his teeth and increased his speed. If he took the interstate then he should be able to gain some ground since he knew Dean was taking all the back roads and highways. Dean swore that it was faster, but Sam knew it was just because there was less cops and Dean hated getting pulled over. A few days later after once again underestimating where his brother would stay, and showing Dean's picture to five different motel clerks He found out that Dean and Caz had left Portland, Oregon only hours ago. With that in mind he sped onto I-5 north and kept his speedometer at almost ten miles over the speed limit. As night fell he reached the I-90 Exit and took it to a small town called Cedar Falls. He and Dean had stayed there one night the last time they'd been in Washington on their way up to Concrete to protect a woman's shower room from what had been described as a malevolent spirit.

He was at his wits end until he saw the familiar black impala pull into a motel parking lot and Dean climbed out, laughing about something. His lip curled seeing Castiel step out of the passenger seat then his light turned green. Instead of going straight to the motel he pulled into the gas station across the street and parked where he could watch his brother when he came out of the lobby. Castiel stood next to the Impala. He watched in shock as his brother came out, grabbed Castiel by the tie and kissed him. What the hell? His eyes widened watching Dean pull away and pop his trunk with Castiel's arm around his waist. What the hell? Sam realized he hadn't been breathing and gasped for air still watching his brother's weird behavior. Did Dean even like men? Was this why he didn't go settle down with Lisa, and why he was such a mess when they finally found him? He watched them disappear into a room and seriously reconsidered walking over there, so he drove instead.

Dean had Castiel pinned to the bed when he heard a knock at the door. "Move and you're dead Caz." Dean grinned kissing him hard before standing and going to the door. He opened it and froze in shock as his eyes were met by the sight of his brother, who was supposed to be at Stanford. "Uh." He was further surprised when Sam shoved him inside and closed the door behind him. His brother's eyes were on Castiel, who was now standing next to the bed instead of laying in the prone position Dean had left him.

"What the hell is going on?" Sam hissed turning to him.

"That depends on what you're referring to." Dean grinned. His brother pointed at Castiel.

"You and him…kissing."

"Oh." Dean fought the blush that was rising to his cheeks. "Uh, well Sammy, I-wait a sec." He frowned. "Have you been following me?"

"Well you won't answer my calls, and I thought you were pissed about me going back to Stanford-"

"So you followed me?" Dean shook his head. "That's why Bobby was being so cagey about where you were. I thought it was because you didn't want to talk to me, but you could have left a message on my phone you know."

"That still doesn't explain to me what the hell you're doing with him." Sam pointed at Castiel who looked very uncomfortable.

"Hey Caz, I've got this so you can take off for a bit if you want."

"You are sure?" Castiel frowned. Dean nodded and with a flutter of wings Caz disappeared.

"What do you want me to say Sam?"

"The truth. Why is he with you and why the hell were you kissing him?"

"Well, Sam, when two people are attracted to each other-"

"Cut the bullshit Dean." Sam snapped. "He's an Angel."

"You were with a Demon." Dean shot back, anger burning in his chest. "What really has that stick up your ass is that Caz is a guy isn't it?" Sam took a step back, eyes wide. "Did you stop to think that I might like him, or that he makes me happy, huh Sam?"

"But it's not right." Sam shook his head.

"Why? Because it ruins my image?" Dean laughed. "You never saw your big brother as a queer?"

"Dean-"

"That's it isn't it? It doesn't have anything to do with the fact that he's an Angel. Well get used to the idea Sammy, because Caz isn't going anywhere for a while."

"But all those girls."

"I ride both sides of the fence Sam." Dean laughed. "Besides if you think about it its not all that farfetched. He pulled me out of hell and fell from grace to help us avert the apocalypse. He brought Bobby back from the dead and there's so many other things he's done that you'll never know about, and he's saved both our butts more times than I can count, so I don't see the problem. Neither does Bobby by the way." Sam's head came up.

"Bobby knows?"

"He figured it out while I was in the hospital. I heard him talking to Caz about it when they thought I was asleep." Dean shrugged sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" Sam asked pouting slightly.

"Of course I was Sam." Dean's brow furrowed as he looked up at his brother. "I may not tell you everything, but me and Caz is not something I'd hide." Sam half collapsed into a chair. "Not from you. Maybe Dad if he was still alive." He smiled softly seeing Sam finally relax and laugh a little.

"I want you to be happy Dean." Sam smiled. "I'm just surprised." He chuckled. "Really surprised."

"Well you weren't supposed to find out this way." Dean laughed. "I was going to tell you when we came back from kicking some Demon ass."

"Caz is helping you?"

"Yeah, apparently he doesn't think I can handle it alone. I say he's wrong, but there are definite perks with him tagging along."

"I don't want to know." Sam laughed holding up his hands as Dean raised his eyebrows suggestively. Dean snorted laying back on the bed. "Does he really make you happy Dean?" Sam asked after a while. Dean sat up slowly.

"Yeah, he does Sam." He replied quietly. He wasn't sure if his brother understood why, but he knew that because of Sam's relationship with Jessica that he could understand the feelings Dean had for Caz. He knew Sam and Jess had really been in love, and what he had with Caz might not be as deep, but he could see the potential for something far greater than anything he'd ever had before. He had never been with anyone as long as he had with Caz already and they hadn't even fucked yet. What they had went deeper than sex. Caz listened when he talked without judging.

"Well if he makes you happy then there's not much I can say except that if he hurts you I'm going to find a way to kill him." Dean looked at Sam's very serious expression and burst out laughing. Kill an Angel. He fell back on the bed laughing so hard his ribs started to ache. When he finally got himself under control Castiel had come back and was staring at him with the cutest look of confusion Dean had ever seen and he desperately wanted to kiss him, but Sam was still there and their kissing usually led to groping. He wiped at his eyes sighing.

"Gonna give him the shovel talk now?" He snorted as Sam flushed and shook his head. Caz cocked his head.

"Shovel talk?" Dean grinned.

"Sam here says that he'll kill you if you hurt me."

"Dean!" Sam cried at the same time Caz nodded and said. "Oh." Dean started laughing all over again. Once finished he knew it was time to get serious again.

"So, Sam, what are your plans?"

"For what?"

"Are you leaving here for Stanford or do you want to tag along and gank a Demon?"

"I hadn't really thought about it." His brother frowned.

"There is more than one Demon, Dean Winchester." Castiel frowned.

"What?" Sam's head came up. "You didn't tell me there was more than one."

"Really, huh, must have slipped my mind."

"Jesus Dean! You can't go into a Demon nest alone." Sam swore standing up. "I'm coming with you."

"Caz is tagging along too." Dean grinned.

"Really?"

"Yup." His grin turned into a smirk. "He was pretty, uh, adamant about me not going alone. Pinned me down and yelled and everything." Sam jerked looking between them.

"God Dean-"

"Not really just-"

"Shut up Dean." Sam held up a hand. "I'll go get my own room. See you in the morning." He made a hasty exit. Dean chuckled softly before standing and fixing Castiel with a hard stare.

"I thought I told you not to move." He grabbed Caz by the tie and had him pinned to the bed in a matter of seconds. He straddled the taller man's waist kissing him deeply. Castiel squirmed beneath him as he slowly sat back slipping the tie off of the Angel's neck, tossing it to the floor. He smirked as he slowly unbuttoned the crisp white shirt Caz constantly wore. "I'm going to kill you very slowly." Castiel inhaled shakily closing his eyes.

"I may not be able to wait to reward you." He said quietly. Dean's smirk intensified and he let his hands drift down to Caz's belt.

"I won't tell if you don't."