Chapter 8- Confession.
"I love you too Dean", Sammy had said.
"You do?" Dean asked, uncertainly.
"Well, yeah, you are my brother, you've been there for me whenever I needed you, and even after all this, you did not give up on me" Sam said.
"OH Sammy, cut the bullshit, will ya? We both know it isn't what I mean. I'm sorry for saying all those things to you, I really am. I was angry at the time, and I didn't even bother about how you would've felt… What?" Dean asked, looking at Sam, the corners of whose mouth were curling up.
"What?" Dean asked again.
"Nothing. It's just… you hate talking, and you are the one doing the talking today. Dean, I missed you too. I didn't know what to do when you went down under. I was desperate. I had to do something. I just guess Ruby took advantage", Sam said.
"Sammy, it's okay. The bitch is screwed now, and she won't be back in a long, long time. Stop feeling guilty", Dean said, seating himself on the bed beside his Sammy.
"Dean, about what you just said. You really love me? In that way?" Sam asked.
"Dude, if you are implying that I am gay, let me tell you, I am definitely. Not. Gay. I have the ability to bang chicks even now" Dean said, smirking.
"Yeah, you do, but somehow, I don't see you as the chickbanger anymore man. You are more of a guybanger in my view now", Sam said, chortling.
"Sammy, shut up!" Dean said, throwing a pillow, which Sam caught just in time.
"Oh, that's a war dude! You want a pillowfight? You'll get it!" Sam yelled, and rolled off the bed, gathering ammunition (in this case- pillows) and throwing them at his brother. They started rolling on the floor, the bed, fighting for pillows, and amidst all of this, Sam suddenly found himself on top of Dean, their lips barely inches apart.
"Dean, this is not right", Sam whispered, as Dean inched towards his lips.
"But it'll shut you up for a while Sammy", Dean said, and closed in the gap between them. As his lips met Sam's, he could feel their softness. They kissed furiously, passionately, until they both ran out of breath. They broke the kiss, panted, and then locked lips again. This time, Dean brushed Sam's lips with his tongue, and Sam parted his lips, giving Dean an entry. Tongues locked in a fierce battle (of domination or lust, who knows?) and they both rolled over to the bed, ripping off each other's clothes until they were both naked, and starving for each other.
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Sam woke up first. It was 6 o clock in the morning, and he thought he heard wings.
He was getting out of bed when he felt a pair of hands snake around his waist, and he heard Dean mumble "Sammy, don't wake up yet."
Sam chuckled quietly, and got back into bed. He looked at a half-sleepy Dean, who looked so adorable that he wanted to do what he did last night again. He nestled against Dean, kissed his neck and slowly ravished his older brother's body with kisses while Dean moaned. Well, at least Sam was the man in the relationship, though Dean would eat a shape shifter before admitting that.
"Wake up Dean, it's time to go", Sam whispered, and got up.
That was when he noticed a certain blue-eyed, tousled-haired angel sitting in the chair across the room. Sam yelled "DEAN!" at the top of his voice, and Dean woke up, fully awake, clutching his gun.
"What is it Sammy?" Dean asked, looking at Sam.
Sam just pointed in the direction, and Dean noticed the angel soon enough.
"WHAT THE FUCK CAS?" Dean yelled. The first thought that came into his sleep-muddled brain was, has he been here this whole time, watching Sammy and me? Fuck fuck fuck!
"Hello Dean. Hello Sam", Castiel said, smiling a little. To dean, it looked like the angel was sneering (if angels could do that).
"Hey Cas? Wassup?" asked Sam, trying to be calm, but failing miserably.
"I believe I got my explanation of the question I asked you yesterday Dean" Castiel said.
Sam and Dean spluttered, mumbled, and then blushed beet red.
"Castiel. Get out, right now. We have some unfinished business to attend to" Dean said.
Both the brothers were thinking the exact same thing at that moment.
Castiel was one sick, twisted angel!
"Okay Dean, I will leave you both to finish your unfinished, "doggystyle" business" Castiel smirked, and vanished.
Sam turned to Dean when he suddenly began chortling.
"What's got you crackin' Dean?" Sam asked.
"Nothing. It's just that. Castiel said "doggy style". Never imagined a day would come when I'd hear an angel say that", Dean said, still chuckling.
"Well, I never even imagined we would meet an angel", Sam sad.
"True. Definitely true. Now, about that unfinished business Cas told us about…."
….. And there was silence in the Winchester's room for the rest of the morning.
*The End*
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