Dean started on his long trip back to the bunker alone. He had found the note Gabriel had left, but could figure out what he needed Sam for. He didn't think too much about it, in fact he couldn't think about anything right. His mind continued to take him back to the kiss he shared with Castiel. Dean turned his music on full blast, hoping to drown out his own thoughts. He couldn't understand what he was feeling. He felt so lost with the situation. Almost as lost as Castiel is when he doesn't understand something. Dean shook the thought of Cas from his head as he pulled up to the bunker. Dean turned the ignition of the impala off, but didn't get out. He closed his eyes, listening to nature's sounds around him. Birds were chirping, the wind blowing the fallen leaves, the snapping twigs as animals walked through the trees. Dean found the sounds relaxing, but they couldn't drown out his thoughts.
"Hello, Dean." Castiel said, causing Dean to jump.
"Son of bitch." Dean took a deep breath, trying to stop his heart from racing. "What are you doing here, Cas?" Dean tried not to sound rude, even though he just had the hell scared out of him.
"I didn't mean to scare you." Castiel looked out the front window at the bunker. "I wanted to apologize for yesterday, but I'll come back at a better time."
Dean surprised Cas and himself when he grabbed onto Castiel's arm.
"Don't go." Dean pleaded with the angel.
Gabriel and Sam now stood outside the bunker, night was quickly falling. The howling wind brought in a slight chill, causing Sam to shiver. Gabriel held onto his hand, Sam could feel the warmth radiating from Gabriel.
"You better get inside before you get sick, kid-o." Gabriel said, kissing Sam's knuckles softly.
"I'll try to see you tomorrow." Sam sighed, he knew it wasn't going to be easy hiding his relationship with Gabriel from Dean.
Sam kissed Gabriel on the cheek before heading inside the bunker. He had planned on going straight to his room, but he realized how quiet the bunker was. Sam made his way to Dean's room, knocked lightly, and opened the door. Dean was fast asleep. Sam was about to leave when he noticed someone laying beside his brother, Castiel. He closed the door quietly and walked away, almost sprinting to his room. His mind was still processing what he had just seen.
'Is Dean dating Cas? Was Cas just playing a joke on Dean? Should I ask Dean about it?' Similar thoughts continued to cross Sam's mind. He was confused, but also happy. Sam had seen the smile on Dean's face before he bolted from the room. Sam decided he wouldn't ask Dean, instead let Dean tell him whenever he's ready to. Sam wouldn't care if Dean was with the angel, as long as his brother was happy. Not happy like when Dean just says he's happy, but truly happy. The happy that makes your heart race, hands tremble, and has the butterflies fluttering around your stomach. Sam went to bed, smiling and thinking about the happiness he hoped to share with Gabriel.
Dean woke up at the sound of music playing through out the bunker. He reached over to wrap his arms around Castiel, but realized he was gone. He silently cursed to himself before getting out of bed. He stepped out into the hallway and followed the sound of the music. Dean listened closely and noticed the music playing was about love and happiness. The music led him to the kitchen, where Sam was making breakfast. Dean found the source of the music and shut it off, which didn't seem to affect Sam any.
"Why in the hell are you blaring music so early in the morning?" Dean grumbled, grabbing a cup and pouring himself some coffee. "And what's with the sappy love crap?"
"It's what was playing on the radio." Sam said, obviously lying to Dean. Dean knew he was lying but let it go.
Sam served eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice along with coffee. Before Sam could sit down to eat his phone began to ring. He dug the phone out of his pocket and sighed in disappointment.
"Becky." Sam tried not to sound too annoyed that she was calling him. "What do you need?"
Dean dug into his breakfast, savoring each flavor as they exploded in his mouth. He didn't pay any attention to Sammy's conversation with Becky. He hasn't liked her since she forced Sam to marry her. Dean was lost enjoying the food Sam made, that he hadn't realized Sam was trying to get his attention.
"Dean?!" Sam practically shouted, snapping his fingers in front of Dean's face. He was finally able to get his brother's attention.
"What, Sammy?" Dean asked before taking a drink of his coffee. He gave Sam his full attention after pushing away his now empty plate.
"Chuck wrote another Supernatural book." Sam said, Dean could hear the edge in his voice.
"What did he write about this time?" Dean asked, not showing too much interest. Chuck wrote more and more books, even after they threatened him. "A new monster?"
"No, Dean." Sam was on the edge of his seat. He was nervous and terrified. "It's about our love lives."
"Well, I bet it won't sell." Dean chuckled to himself, but he seen the stern look on Sammy's face and got serious. "What?"
"He wrote about our love lives with two certain angels." Sam said, trying to drag it out for Dean to hear every word perfectly.
Dean thought about it for a couple of minutes before he realized what Sam was saying. Heat rushed to Dean's cheeks, turning them bright red.
"We need to talk to Chuck."
Sorry for this chapter being so short. Also, I'm sorry if it's not really all that detailed. I'm still working on getting better with that. Especially if I do any smut later on, I don't want the writing to be terrible. The next chapter will be longer to make up for this one being so short. May take me a few days to get it up. I appreciate the reviews, favs, and followers. Thank you all :).
