Dean opened his eyes feeling disoriented, the bedroom was dark and Castiel was holding his hand and seemed to be resting. Everything that happened with Sam flooded back and he quickly ran into the bathroom to shower. The hot water still wasn't taking away the dirty feeling he had. Rinsing his mouth and brushing his teeth under the stream he slowly started to feel human again.
Castiel opened his eyes and heard the shower running, deciding to join him. Cas left a trail of clothes to the door and entered the shower behind Dean sliding his arms around Deans stomach. Castiel rested his head on the strong back and closed his eyes humming to himself and smiling. Dean slowly turned around to face his lover. "Cas, remember what you asked me? I have that answer for you angel." Castiel pulled back and looked at Dean with those eyes, those haunted blue eyes that seemed to hold every secret left in the world to Dean. He couldn't help but smile at the open expression on the angel's face just waiting for Deans words.
Downstairs there was the sound of something falling hard and raised voices. "You have GOT to be fucking me, really? Now?" Dean said in an angry , exasperated voice. Holding Castiels face he looked determined and said "That's it, when this trip to that crap hole of a town is done, when every single damn thing is dead you take me where you want to go, just you and me. No idiots to mess this up. We WILL talk and then I will take all the time in the world to make you feel awesome."
The only thing that came out was "Ok Dean" Castiel couldn't figure out why he was so speechless around Dean at times and so easily lead by him like a pet on a leash. Cas didn't mind, he enjoyed it in fact but the power Dean had just by looking at him, or the sound of his voice could command Castiel over God himself. A secret joy and shame he carried inside.
Dean dressed quickly and rushed downstairs. Bobby, Holly, Ed and the others were standing there arguing over Sam. "Hey Dean have a seat." Dean sat, eyes closed and leaning back in the chair. "Look son, Sam came back, I don't know what happened between you and I don't want to know. What I do know is Sam is a loose cannon, he can't come with us on this one. We aren't hunting just one thing. Everything came out of that sinkhole including a pack of shifters and I can't trust Sam to not shoot first and then worry if its human or not. We asked him if he would hold back and wait for us to make the judgement…well..lets say it didn't sit well with him and he took off."
"Shit, sorry Bobby"
"Not your fault Dean"
"Lets go and get this over with, I have a date with an angel afterward" Dean put his arm around Castiel who had appeared at his side. The other hunters besides Bobby looked surprised but Dean didn't care how he looked to the outside world. He spent almost a lifetime hiding his feelings about Sam and their life together. Sometimes when Sam and Dean were in a town where they were sure there wasn't anyone they knew they hit the clubs together, kissing, touching, holding hands and blurting out "I love you" every half hour. They felt normal and those nights always ended with no holds barred fucking. He wasn't going to hide Castiel, didn't have to hide since a male angel was, he guessed, more acceptable than his baby brother.
Everyone strapped up, loaded for bear and took off to the town of Walking Iron, recently a huge sink hole appeared in the middle of town and after with no warning every sort of nasty came out. Lots of shifters making it especially dangerous.
Dean was feeling better about everything, driving down the road in his third love, the Impala with his second love sitting next to him. Reaching over squeezing Castiels thigh then sliding to the angels crotch he rested his large hand there feeling the twitch beneath the fabric and smiled to himself and his good fortune. It had not smiled down on Dean many times in his life but he was grateful to this man angel for being a loving constant in a life of chaos, for being so fucking hot and not knowing it at all. I was a marvel to Dean that someone could be so innocent that he didn't see himself as desirable. Castiels lack of ego was a turn on to Dean, he could look right in those blue eyes and tell him again and again how beautiful he was, how bangin' his body was and Castiel blushed every time. Dean smiled to himself thinking how great it was going to be after this, just he and Cas in some great place together where Dean planned to fuck him till they both passed out.
Back at Bobby's house Sam picked the lock and entered. He hid while the others thought he was long gone. Sam was driven, couldn't stop if he wanted. Knowing Dean was intimate with Castiel drove him mad. The thought of his brothers hands running over that angels body made him physically sick. Sam went up to their bedroom pulled back the large rug and shoved the beds aside then began to draw. Sam wasn't good at research for nothing, it took a long time but he found a binding sigil for an angel as powerful as Castiel . Sam knew there had to be something out there besides burning holy oil to do this.
After finishing he laid the carpet back down and pushed the beds together, sitting quietly getting in the zone for the next step. Then he called for Castiel, he let a pleading tone come into his voice and it felt so strange but Sam kept on going, his voice urgent.
Walking Iron was a mess, Castiel touched two shifters and they burst with a bright light. Dean ran up and grabbed Castiel "You ok baby?" Cas nodded "I'm fine Dean" just then Castiel felt a pulling, a calling and it became demanding. "Whats happening Dean?" he reached out with both hands to Dean and then vanished.
Landing on a bed Cas looked around the bedroom disoriented and jumped to a defensive stance. "Hey there virgin, what took you so long?" Castiel turned to the voice and there was Sam, elbows on knees smiling, eyes so black there was only a glint of hazel rings. "I am really going to enjoy this!" Sam licked his lips and slide back in the chair.