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Cas was looking down at his lap uncomfortably. After a minute of uncomfortable silence, Dean cleared his throat.
"Um, Cas, I'm sorry for, uh, grabbing your hand back there. I, uh, didn't mean to," Dean stuttered. Cas looked around some more
"I didn't mind," Cas said quietly. Dean looked over at Cas.
"What?" Dean asked. Cas blushed.
"Nothing. I just-it's okay," he said looking up at Dean. Dean rubbed the back of his neck.
"Good, good. I'm glad we got that out of the way," Dean said with a sigh. Cas looked down again. Dean looked around, not sure what to do or say. Sam peeked his head around the seat.
"Did you guys kiss yet?" Sam asked with a smirk. Dean turned to glare at Sam. Sam laughed and sat back down next to Dean. Dean punched Sam hard in the shoulder.
"Ow! What the hell?" Sam asked, holding his shoulder.
"That's for leaving me alone with him and putting me on this plane," Dean said angrily with a glare.
"I was hoping that you would have the guts to finally make a move on Cas, but I guess that didn't happen," Sam said with a sigh. Great, more sexual tension for him. Dean's emerald eyes widened to the size of plates and Cas turned tomato red.
"What?! Make a move on him? Why would I-" Dean started but was cut off by Sam.
"Oh, please don't make me explain it to you," Sam said with a sigh.
"Explain what to me?" Dean asked angrily. Sam rolled his eyes.
"You know what."
"No, actually. I don't." Suddenly there was a rustling of feathers and Cas was gone. Dean and Sam turned to look where Cas was sitting a second ago. "Oh, hell no. He did not leave, he's my only way off this thing," Dean said, beginning to panic. Sam rolled his eyes.
"You know, if you had admitted your feelings, he wouldn't have left," Sam said, looking at Dean. Dean turned to glare at his brother.
"What feelings? You're the one who made him leave by saying that I wanted to make a move on him," Dean growled.
"Correction, he left because you wouldn't admit that you wanted to make a move on him," Sam stated.
"Why in hell would he leave because of that?" Dean asked with his eyebrows furrowed together. Sam sighed loudly.
"Obviously, because he didn't want to keep hearing you deny that you like him that way," Sam stated. Dean rolled his eyes.
"He doesn't like me that way either, Sam. He's been doing his hardest to piss me off these past couple of weeks," Dean said with annoyance. Sam gave an exasperated sigh.
"That's because you guys were in a prank war and you were pissing him off too. That doesn't mean he still doesn't have feelings for you. He just didn't express them that much this week," Sam stated. Dean stared at him for a few seconds then glared him.
"Whatever, man. I'm not having this conversation with you," Dean said annoyed. Sam started to say something but Dean cut him off. "Sam, if you say one more word, I will punch you in your damn throat." Sam sighed and looked away. When will he ever admit it? Sam thought. There was more turbulence and Dean's eyes widened. He gripped onto the armrest so hard that his knuckles turned white. Sam rolled his eyes. Dean began to look around to see if Cas was just somewhere else on the plane. He was no where to be found.
"Dammit Cas! Get me off here!" Dean shouted. People began to look over at him worriedly.
"Maybe you should pray to him or something?" Sam suggested. Dean sighed and put his hands together.
"Dear Castiel, get your feathery ass up here and get me off here," Dean said with urgency. Nothing happened. "Come on, Cas!" Dean said quieter this time. Sam laughed.
"Yeah, come on Cas. Your boyfriend is sorry and he loves you," Sam said with a laugh. Dean whipped his head to look over at Sam angrily. Sam shrugged and laughed. "What? Just trying to help." Suddenly, Dean and Sam were both back in their cheap motel room. They both felt a hand on their shoulder and turned to see Cas, who has looked better. Cas lowered his hands and walked over to sit on one of the beds.