Dean brought down a burger to Sam.
"Really, Dean?" Sam looked at the burger with an expression of mild disgust.
"I'm not feeding any brother of mine rabbit food." Dean thrust the plate at him. "Now eat."
Dean stared at the floor in silence as Sam finished half of the burger. He could almost feel his brother's eyes boring into his skull.
"What?"
Dean, you're smarter than you think you are. Is there something you aren't telling me? If you're even THINKING about making another deal-"
"Who said I was, Sammy?"
"Dean, just promise me you won't go off and do something that'll get you killed for me."
"Sam-"
"Promise."
"Alright, Sam, I promise. Jeez, I feel like a friggin' 5-year old."
Dean explained what he and Castiel talked about.
Sam stared at the floor, dumbfounded.
"So I could die if we find his grace."
"We're not doing it, Sam."
"Dean... I can't take being locked up. I can't have you look at me like- like I'm some kind of freak."
"DAMN IT SAM, YOU'RE STILL MY BROTHER. CAS IS STILL MY FRIEND. AND YOU THINK I'M GONNA STEP ASIDE AND LET THE TWO OF YOU DIE TRYING TO SAVE EACH OTHER?! BOBBY'S GONE, DAD'S GONE, AND NOW YOU TWO ARE ALL I'VE GOT AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF YOU TWO JUST GIVE IT ALL UP TRYING TO SAVE EACH OTHER! I WON'T LET YOU!"
Dean, tears threatening to stream down his face, stormed out of the panic room, locking it behind him. Before opening the door to go upstairs, he rubbed his eyes in frustration.
"Damn it... God... Sam... Sammy..."
He sat on the stairs and gave in to wracking sobs. Dean stayed quiet though; he had to stay strong for Sam and Castiel.
Dean was starting to compose himself when he heard a voice behind him say, "Hello, Dean."
He turned and stood up to meet Castiel's gaze. Castiel appeared to have heard everything. He looked at Dean with an expression of great despair. "I know you would do anything for Sam. I know you will always choose Sam. But I would like to show you what I want." Dean blinked, tilting his head is slight confusion. He had no idea where Castiel was going with this.
Next thing he knew, Castiel's lips were pressed against his.
He backed away a little bit, looking at Castiel in shock.
Moments of clarity.
When all is right with the world.
Cas, you said you wanted this, right?
With everything you've done for me, I guess...
You deserve it.
And I think I want this too.
Oh, God, Sam will never let me live this down.
Dean stepped forward, put a hand on Castiel's cheek, and kissed him back. Castiel flinched at the sudden motion, but soon learned how to move his lips in rhythm with Dean, tilting at the right times, then Dean's hand began traveling into Castiel's hair, pulling on it lightly, intensifying the feeling. Castiel wanted to learn Dean from head to toe. He wanted to be with Dean in every sense of the word.
Suddenly, a surprising, but warm sensation overcame him. Dean pressed a hand down Castiel's trench coat and pushed it away. The coat fell to the floor just as Castiel began to reciprocate and explore Dean's mouth with his tongue.
Dean was taken by surprise at this gesture, but he didn't think much of it, and, he wasn't worried. Castiel would never hurt him purposefully. The fact remained, powerless or not, he was still an angel.
And, Dean thought, Just because he's in a male vessel doesn't mean I'm into guys now. Cas is Cas.
"And I like you just the same," Dean finished his thought.
Naturally, Castiel was confused at this statement. "What are you talking about, Dean?"
"Never mind." Dean said and took off his coat before helping Castiel unbutton his shirt.
Once Castiel's torso was bare, Dean looked down and saw all of his scars. A line directly over his heart showed the events of their first meeting, along with some faded scratches, most likely buckshot. There was also a faded, shallow but intricate sigil spread across Castiel's chest. Dean traced the small triangular scar and pulled Castiel on the couch next to him.
Castiel pulled off Dean's shirt and pushed Dean back on the couch, kissing him, probing his tongue into his mouth until they were almost intertwined. Dean's jaw reached up to meet each kiss Castiel delivered as Dean pushed a hand down to unbutton Castiel's pants. He felt a hand stop him.
"Dean, I... I can't force you to-"
"Cas, you're not forcing me."
Castiel met Dean's eyes and he saw the truth that lay within.
He let go of Dean's hand and kissed him again before standing up and pulling Dean's shoulder, encouraging him to get up. Dean stood and looked at Castiel, confused. Castiel smiled and walked towards the stairs. The sudden realization of what Castiel wanted hit Dean, and he followed suit.