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Right I think it's time to have a drink with Sam and Dean don't you agree?
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Sam had a plan. He was going to make sure that Dean drank more than him by swapping there drinks around when Dean had finished half his beer and Sam had barely touched his. This way Dean would drink 3 times more than Sam and he should be able to get him to talk. With that in mind he got everything sorted for the evening then sat and waited for Dean to arrive, hoping he didn't chicken out on him.
Dean arrived at Sam's house with a heavy heart. He knew full well that the reason Sam had suggested they stay at his is so they could 'talk'. And Dean really didn't like talking. His motto in life was no chick-flick moments. But he knew Sam, and if he didn't so it now then he would hound him until he did. Like removing a band aid it was best to get over with fast and in one go. With this cheery thought he got out of his car and made his way to Sam's front door.
The Winchester brothers sat around talking of nothing important drinking their beer, though Dean did find it quite amusing that Sam kept switching them so he would drink more. Of course as soon as Sam's back was turned he'd switch them back. He had no idea any more how much either of them had drunk but he was pleasantly drunk and he believed Sam was too.
Sam was starting to fell drunk which by his calculation meant Dean should be drunk enough to answer his questions. With that thought he waited for the next lull in conversation and then bluntly asked "Why didn't you tell me you're gay Dean?"
Dean was taking a sip of his drink when Sam asked that question causing him to almost spit his drink across the room in shock, he did manage to keep his mouth shut but that didn't stop beer going up his nose. Which was not were beer should ever be he decided. Looking over at Sam, hoping he had forgotten what he had asked he realised that that wasn't going to happen any time soon. (Du!)
"What? I'm not gay?" He tried to say in a shocked voice.
"Don't lie to me Dean." Sam replied crossly. He was fed up with his brothers lies.
Dean was about to deny it again and tell Sam to shut it when a vision of bright blue eyes swam before him. He closed his eyes and thought. He wanted someone to talk to about Cas, and he couldn't talk to Bobby. It wasn't one of those things you discussed with a parent in his opinion. But He could talk to Sam. He could tell him about the man he couldn't get out of his mind no matter how hard he tried.
With that thought he took a deep breath and with his eyes still closed he whispered the words he had never said out loud. "I'm not gay Sammy. I'm bisexual." He paused and then decided if he was talking he might as well say it all. "With a tendency more towards men than women."
Sam was shocked that Dean had actually admitted it, of course that had been his plan but he hadn't actually thought it would work. But now his brother was talking he was going to advantage of the situation.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked in a quiet gentle voice, kind of like the one you'd use on a skittish animal.
"Didn't want to see the look in your eyes." Dean replied. When this was followed by silence he opened his eyes and turned to his brother, bracing himself for the disappointment that he would see there. But when he looked all he saw was Sammy. The same old Sammy who had looked at him the same way all his life, though if he looked closely he thought he saw a hint of pride in his brother's eyes. What the-? Why wasn't he disappointed?
"You're not disappointed with me Sammy?" He asked in a whisper not quite willing to believe it.
"Why would I be Dean? It makes no difference to me if you like men or women. All I want is you to be happy." Sam replied smiling at his brother. He couldn't work out why Dean would think he was disappointed.
"Yeah that's what dad said but I still saw it every time I looked at him." Dean finally spoke looking away from his brother but not really seeing the view in front of him.
"What? You mean dad knew?" Sam asked confused. If his dad had known why hadn't he?
"Of course Sam. So does Bobby." Dean replied wearily, he knew just what Sam was think and he knew he was going to have to explain. This is why he avoided chick-flick moments and talking.
"You told them but you didn't tell Me." Sam said slowly, he was upset that Dean didn't trust him when everyone else in the family knew but he didn't want to fight with Dean. He just wanted to understand.
"No!" Dean turned to his brother. "You're the only one I ever told." Sam still looked confused so Dean went on. "Dad found me and my...boyfriend on the couch when he came home early one day from work. He told Bobby." he shrugged and looked down at the carpet.
"Oh." Sam said as he processed this information. Then one thought popped out at him. "Wait, you've never told anyone?"
"No. Until now." Dean replied taking a drink as it sinks in that he finally admitted the truth to someone.
"Okay, umm, so you got a boyfriend or anything?" Sam asked jokingly, he wanted to know where Dean was at relationship wise now he knew the truth. (Your terrible Sam.)
Dean smiled at his brothers words and rolled his eyes. No matter what Sam wanted him to be in a relationship.
"No..." he replied not sure how to go about bringing up Cas. He really wasn't very good at this talking thing, that was more Sam's cup of tea.
"Okay. Do you like anyone?" Sam asked intrigued by his brother's silence. It seemed as if he had something to say but didn't know how to say it.
"Yeah, yeah I do Sammy." Dean sighed as he spoke looking down at the carpet again.
"So what's his name?" Sam asked sitting up. He was so happy that Dean liked someone, it didn't cross his mind that they wouldn't like him back. Who could not like Dean after all? (I agree with that sentiment Sam.)
"Cas." Dean replied smiling shyly and looking at his brother though his eyelashes.
"What's he like?" Sam asked sounding very similar to an excited school girl, though obviously more manly.
"An angel." Dean sighed as he saw in his minds eye Castiel's beauty.
"Come on Dean you've gotta give me more than that." Sam whined. He wanted to know everything. (Like I said very school girl like Samuel.)
"Fine. He has the most amazing blue eyes I have ever seen, messy black hair and I have spoken exactly 41 words to him over the course of two conversations. Every time I see him my mind just stops working and I can't think of anything but staring into his eyes and I never know what to say it's...argh…" Dean said putting his hands through his hair and pulling gently. God he was such a girl sometimes.
Sam watched his brother and tried really hard to keep a straight face but failed miserably and ended up laughing at him.
"Not helping Sammy." Dean growled at him as he went red.
"Sorry... just...never...expected...to...see...you...acting like...a teenage girl." Sam managed to get out between laughter.
Dean just looked at his brother then picked up the big cushion on the couch and whacked him round the head with it. That soon silenced Sam as he had to get his own cushion and start hitting back. And that was the scene Jess walked back into. Her husband and brother-in-law having a pillow fight. She just looked at them and shook her head.
"Honey I'm home." She called causing Sam to stop and turn giving Dean the advantage. Dean pinned him down and sang.
I win. I win."
"No fair, I was distracted." Sam whined trying to push his brother off him.
"Well that's what you get for having wife." Dean said mimicking Sam's childish voice before continuing in his usual tone. "No offense Jess."
"None taken." Jess replied just standing there watching them.
"Yeah well bet I would have won if Cas had been the one walking through the door." Sam replied with a smug smile that kinda lost its effect as Dean was still pinning him down.
"Why would Cas be coming to your house bitch?" Dean asked.
"To see you jerk." Sam replied.
And jess just stood there wondering two things, when had her husband and his brother reverted to being children and who on earth Cas was. Oh well no doubt she would find out soon enough. (Now tomorrow is Saturday. to meet or not to meet? that is the question.)