A/N: Enter Castiel! Man, I love that adorable little angel. If you review, a Cupid will make Cas fall in love with you. Just saying.
Sam jumped up from his seat and turned around to face the source of the voice. Castiel stood awkwardly in the corner of the kitchen, drenched in beige trenchcoat as per usual. Sam couldn't help the wave of relief that washed over him.
"Cas."
"What's wrong? You mentioned that Dean-"
"CAS!"
"Oh, Lord…" Bobby murmured under his breath as Dean bounded into the kitchen, wearing a different shirt, the one that Sam knew Dean was aware fitted like it was sprayed on.
Castiel looked alarmed, but didn't move other than to turn slightly, just in time to see Dean run across the kitchen towards him and throw his arms around his neck, pulling him close. Sam had to raise a hand to his lips to stifle the giggle that slipped out upon hearing the indignant squeak Castiel made as he was squeezed.
"Mmmmmmmmm." Dean said, his nose buried deeply in Castiel's neck, rocking the angel from side to side. Cas seemed at a loss at what to do with his hands, and they fluttered uncertainly at Dean's sides, eventually resting gingerly on his waist.
Over by the table, Sam made the mistake of catching Bobby's eye, sending them both into spluttering hysterics. They couldn't help themselves – the sheer absurdity of the situation was overwhelming.
It became apparent over the giggling that Castiel was attempting to speak, his efforts in vain as his face was pressed firmly against Dean's shoulder. After some very patient tapping on Castiel's part, Dean seemed to understand that communication was desired by his angel, and he loosened his grip slightly, leaning back to look deeply into Castiel's eyes.
"Cas." He said warmly, adoration etched onto his features. "Missed you so much!" He cried, lifting his hands to cup Castiel's face. Cas could only look concerned and somewhat nonplussed.
"It appears Dean is not himself." Castiel said matter-of-factly, his voice slightly muffled by the scrunch of his cheeks in Dean's hands. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Well, duh. We were kinda hoping you could tell us a bit more than that." Sam replied. Castiel noted that he sounded irritated and resolved to answer his prayers more quickly next time. It would please Dean if he did anyway.
"Tell me everything that's happened leading up to this point." Castiel said, and with a nonchalance so shocking it took several seconds for Sam to be able to speak, Castiel placed his hands over Dean's, laced his fingers through them and led him over to a seat at the kitchen table. Dean didn't object – far from it, and looked on with admiration as Castiel gently coaxed him into the chair. Once Dean was seated however, Castiel turned, intending to continue his conversation with Sam, but instead found himself pulled sharply downwards by arms snaking around his waist. He landed directly in Dean's lap, who grinned delightedly. A blush immediately flew into the angel's cheeks – something none of the men in the room had seen before – and Sam reasoned it must be an unconscious reaction from Jimmy.
Castiel struggled and tried to slide off, but Sam knew from experience that Dean was not only strong but determined. At length, the angel sighed and ceased moving. Shooting a last look at Dean, who only wound his arms around his waist even tighter, Castiel said simply, "continue."
It was not an easy task to concentrate on the retelling of the Cupid fiasco while a freaking angel of the Lord was seated primly on your brother's lap, but Sam got through it somehow, with Bobby interjecting now and again whenever Dean's wandering hands caused him to stutter.
"Alright, Sam. I think I have all the information I require." Castiel said eventually, clamping a hand down on Dean's wrist as his fingers started to slide through the button holes of his shirt. "Dean, I will be needing to get up now." Castiel was purposefully not looking Dean in the face, his cheeks still rosy from the intimacy of the situation.
Dean's cheerful expression fell almost immediately, but he reluctantly let go of Castiel's waist, and the angel stood up quickly, trying to maintain an air of dignity. Sam just looked at him with his eyebrows raised. Like he wasn't enjoying every moment of being Dean's new favourite toy.
"I believe the best option would be for me to find the Cupid and bring him here for questioning." Castiel said to Sam, bringing the younger brother back to the situation at hand. "I am not certain of the different methods a Cupid uses to manipulate human emotion and…" he glanced towards Dean, who beamed back at him, "…mental stability. If we interrogate the Cupid, he can just tell us himself how to sort this out."
"Do you really think you can find him?" Sam asked, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter. He shot a worried glance at Bobby, who was eyeing Dean warily as he gazed adoringly at Cas's back.
"It shouldn't be too difficult. Angels have a sort of… intuition when it comes to other angels." Castiel replied firmly. Sam nodded and was about to say they should get a move on when suddenly Castiel let out a very un-angelic squawk. Sam looked alarmed, and noticed Dean had got up from his seat to sidle over to Castiel's side.
"I didn't need to see that." Bobby called from his place at the table.
Sam looked confusedly at Castiel, who had a dark expression on his face. "Dean decided now was the moment to pinch my rear." Cas explained, and Sam shuddered in horror at the thought, looking up into Dean's mischievous grin to confirm.
"Ew. Whatever. Can we get a move on with this please? I'm getting some scarring mental images, here. Although I guess it's enough material to tease him with for life if we get him back to his normal state."
Castiel nodded and then jumped slightly as Dean threaded his hand through his, entwining their fingers and giving him a quick squeeze of affection. Cas looked up into Dean's glinting eyes and found he'd lost the ability to speak. Luckily, Dean didn't seem to mind, and leant down to whisper in Castiel's ear.
"I want to smother you in cake batter and lick it off." Sam couldn't hear what Dean was saying, but judging from Castiel's reaction, it was highly inappropriate for a virginal angel of Heaven. Cas' eyes went wide and if he was blushing before, now it was full on beetroot, all the way down his neck and blooming in his cheeks.
He stepped away from Dean and tore his hand quickly from the vice-like grip. "I… err… I should, I should get going. S-see you in a moment, Sam."
And with a faintly audible flutter of wings he was gone, leaving Sam and Bobby to deal with the now distraught looking Dean in the middle of the kitchen.
"W-where'd he go?" Dean asked, his voice a strained murmur. Sam saw the lip tremble a fraction too late this time. In less than a second Dean was bawling, his fists scrunched against his eyes like a toddler.
"Oh, Lord. I'm too old for this." Bobby said, wheeling himself over to the whiskey bottle on the other end of the table.
"Um, there there, Dean. Cas'll be back real soon. Don't cry." Sam knew his attempts at consolation were half-hearted at best but he was hanging dearly on to the hope that Cas would return, they'd get a cure out the damn Cupid that started all this, and Dean would go back to his normal, repressed, angry self. Sam patted his brother awkwardly, and sniffed the air. "Hey, Bobby… do you smell burning?"