What the hell were they thinking?

This was supposed to be a quick in and out mission with his brother and Castiel. How the fuck did this happen? What the fuck man? All they had wanted to do was go take out a couple of Werewolves that had started terrorizing a small town, and the next thing he knew a couple of Werewolves had turned into twenty-seven.

Twenty-seven.

Three against Twenty-fucking-seven. That's where the shit had hit the fan. Royally.

Never in his life had he heard of a pack that large.

Dean quickly ducked behind a combine that was parked in the old barn he was trying to take cover in while he reloaded his gun. He could hear his brother grunt as he fought and slashed with his machete from deeper in the barn, when he heard his brother scream. He knew that scream.

He was hurt.

Dean charged forward, aiming his gun at one of the Werewolves and shooting it in the heart with silver bullet. He aimed at a second quickly before shooting that one too. There were far too many hiding in this barn for their mission to have been successful easily.

What the hell had they been thinking?

"Sammy!" He called out, receiving no reply as he rounded the corner to where he thought his brother should be, only to find a smear of blood. Time began to slow down and he felt cold begin to creep in as fear took over.

This was not fucking happening. They had been through far too much, come too far to have this happen now.

"Fuck!" he swore as he ran his hands through his hair with a wave of panic.

He followed the blood trail around the corner only to find the head of one of the Werewolves, beheaded , presumably by Sam. A shape darted at him from the corner of his eye. He was pinned to the ground faster than he could react, head mere inches from the blades of the combine as it impacted with the concrete below him.

Idly he wondered how what the Werewolves would think of the pink, lacy underwear he wore under his dirty jeans as they tore into his body. It was hardly the first time he'd worn them to battle, normally the possibility of getting caught somehow calming his nerves. Sometimes wore them to a particularly terrifying mission specifically for that purpose. Ironically enough, he was now harder than he ever thought possible as he felt himself get ripped back away from the combine to another form of doom, only to see Castiel's gorgeous blue eyes staring back at him.

"Man am I glad to see you. I thought I was done for." Worried eyes roamed over him as the other man dusted his shoulders off with a gruff motion.

"Are you alright Dean?" he asked as he pulled himself up by the outstretched hand.

"Yeah. I thought you were chasing the one that took off toward the river?" he asked as the man ripped his hand away, abruptly brandishing his Angel blade he so expertly hid up his sleeve.

"I did." he asked as he watched the man swing his Angel blade through the heart of a Werewolf that rushed at him from behind.

"You get it?" he asked as he shot at another Werewolf that came up behind Castiel, as it writhed in pain on the ground before abruptly stopping with a bang, shooting a second time through its heart.

"Yes." his Angel nodded at him.

"Good. Let's find Sammy." he said as they began following the blood smears up the stairs, nearly tripping on another Werewolf head as he continued. Good boy, fight your way away from them, just hold on. I'm coming for you.

He briefly debated on praying for his brother's safety to someone, anyone who would listen, but deciding the only one who would was already right next to him as he searched through the bodies and limbs for his brother.

Making his way up to the top of the stairs he stopped as he scanned over four bodies lying on the ground. Three were beheaded, the fourth faced away from him crumpled against a support beam, gasping and struggling to keep conscious.

"Sammy!" he called as he quickly he rounded the corner and dropped to his brother's side as he checked his injuries. He was bleeding pretty badly from a gash on his neck and looked about ten seconds from passing out.

"Dean." his brother groaned as he looked up at him with a pained look in his eyes. "We fucked up big time this time."

No shit.

"Hang on I got you." he pulled out a rag from his pocket and pressed it tightly to the injury. "They bite you?"

"Claws. I think it was it's claws. Check it though I'm not sure." his voice strained with the effort of maintaining consciousness while bleeding out.

Dean pulled the rag away from the injury to check for bite marks, pulling his shirt back in other places as he inspected his brother. Slight relief filled him at finding nothing but long scratches across his neck where he was bleeding profusely.

"Cas! Can you heal him?" he screamed as he replaced the rag in an effort keep as much of his brothers blood inside his body.

Castiel looked at the damage with a frown on his face. "My grace is still weak, but I can stop the bleeding at least."

"Thanks Cas." he said as he put Sam's hand on the rag to hold it still as he moved out of the Angel's way for him to move in to inspect the damage. Pressing two fingers on the skin of Sam's forehead, he shut his eyes as he concentrated his grace. He removed his fingers a moment later as Sam's hand fell away from his neck leaving smooth skin instead of the bloody mess it was.

"You are welcome." he looked at Dean, their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments before their attention went back to his brother. "Sam, you will need to take it easy for a while, I don't have the power to fully restore the blood in your veins." Castiel instructed Sam as they both helped him up.

"That's ok. I've been through worse." Sam grunted as they heaved him to a standing position.

"You ok there Sammy?" Dean asked as he caught his brother as he nearly fell over himself with the exertion of standing on his own.

"I'll be fine. Just get me to the car." he grunted.

It took some juggling for Dean and Castiel to get Sam down the stairs and out of the barn. That however, was as easy as pie compared to getting him into the Impala. Crowley was right. The guy was a fucking moose. He was sure his antlers got stuck on something as they tried to shove the man into the back seat. Once in the car, he laid down on his back to rest while they got the hell out of Dodge.

"Heya Sam, you want to stop at a motel and sleep this off?" Dean asked his brother as he turned the keys to the ignition, Castiel just now getting in the front passenger seat next to Dean.

"Nah. It's only a three hour drive home. I think I'll survive until then." Sam slurred slightly as he propped his head up slightly on a loose blanket in the back of the car.

"Want some food at least?" He asked his brother as he took off down the road toward the closest highway.

"Just hand me a water or something. I can't reach it." Dean's hand shot to the flat of unopened water bottles behind his seat, crashing into Castiel's as he leaned over and fished one out for Sam instead.

He watched out of the corner of his eyes as Cas opened the bottle for his brother and pressed it into his hand before turning back around in his seat. He couldn't hold back the smile on his face as he watched his lover care for his brother.

Honestly it was good to admit that he was in love with the man. It had only been a week since Cas had come to him that night and they had finally admitted how they had felt about each other for literally years. For the first time in a long time, things felt just right.

Well, mostly. Sam still didn't know, and he wasn't exactly looking forward to telling him. He couldn't say why exactly, other than this shit should just be fucking private.

So when he'd been driving for at least a half an hour and Sam was more than well passed out in the back seat, he shouldn't have felt so tense when Castiel's fingers wrapped in with his on the seat next to him. But he did. He felt himself actually sweating a bit and he found himself glad that the fan was on to cool himself. Sure, he could have pulled his hand away, but he chose not to.

Instead he just drove on. Playing with fire as always. Part of him scared shitless that Sam would wake up and see how Castiel's fingers were woven in with his. How Castiel's hand gave his fingers a light squeeze when he was lost too far in his own thoughts and began speeding too much. How Castiel looked at him out of the corner of his eye with a grin on his face. How he kept looking at Castiel out of the corner of his own eyes with a light blush and a grin tugging on his own lips.

The other part of him just wanted this next step to be over and hoped that his brother saw all of that just so he didn't have to tell him anything at all. He didn't want to have to go through the whole 'So, Sam. I need to tell you something about me and Castiel' thing. He didn't want to have to deal with his brother's reaction, mainly because he partially believed- not a big part granted- that his brother might reject him because of it somehow.

He spent the rest of the drive home to the bunker with his heart randomly racing in panic whenever Sam moved even an inch. Still he didn't move his hand from Castiel's, if anything when he had these little heart attacks of his, he held on tighter as if he were his lifeline and he didn't dare let go.

When they parked the Impala in out front of the Bunker, he quickly woke up Sam and again they helped him into the Bunker and to his bed down the hall from Dean's.

"Dude. I need a shower." Sam mumbled as they lay him down on his bed, struggling to get back up as he pressed his brother back into the mattress.

"Dude, you need to get some fluids in you and rest. Lay the fuck down." He quickly got some Gatorade, crackers and some of that organic turkey jerky he was so big on lately out of the kitchen for his brother.

"Sammy." he called as he sat on the edge of the bed, unscrewing the lid on the bottle and gently lifted his brother's head to sip the Gatorade. He watched him take a few sips and then he carefully screwed the lid back on placing it on the night stand as he shoved a stick of the jerky in his mouth. Sam grabbed it and tore off a big piece of the jerky and chewed on it slowly.

"Get some rest, Bitch."

"Thanks Jerk."

Dean smiled at his brother and lightly punched him in the shoulder as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him and Castiel as they left.

Dean walked down the hall a ways with Castiel close behind him, twining their fingers together again as they walked.

"So, what do you say to getting cleaned up?" he asked as he opened the door to the bathroom.

He was met with a curious look from Castiel.

"Dude. I'm filthy, and I need a shower. You're kind of grody too." he pursed his lips as he gave him the once over.

"I suppose a shower would be useful." he mused as they walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind them, Castiel hanging up his dirtied trench coat before he loosened his torn tie, slipping it over his head and onto another hook on the door.

Dean pushed Castiel up against the wall and pressed his lips against his. Grinding his hips against his body, feeling the silken smooth texture of the panties press against his own cock.

Shit.

He forgot about the panties.

Ever since Ronda Hurley had made him wear her panties that one day when he was nineteen, he hadn't been able to get it out of his mind. It had taken him three years to do it, but eventually he bought his own pair and kept them hidden from everyone. At first he'd only worn them once the first year he owned them, maybe twice the next year as he jerked off in private. After they lost their dad though, every chance he got he'd wear them, he even owned nine pairs now- each a different color- which he kept in a false bottom in his underwear drawer. Hell he'd even begun wearing them on missions now that they had the bunker.

Whether it was having a home that made him feel secure enough to do it, or that having a home made him long for some kind of security while he was away he wasn't sure. They were reassuring somehow though in times of stress he had found himself wearing them more and more often.

That was why he had put them on before going on the mission today. Hadn't really given it any thought really, just slipped them on while Castiel was helping Sam get the Impala ready and had left wearing them like he had probably fifty times.

He just hadn't told Castiel about them.

He hadn't told anyone about them. Except himself, but even that was weird now that he thought about it.

God he was going to be sick.

"What's wrong Dean?" Castiel cocked his head to the side in concern with the question.

"I-" he swallowed. "I, um." God this was stupid. He'd fucked himself on the other man's cock a week ago when he'd asked him to re-fucking-brand him for fuck's-sake. He'd had lots of sex with the man every chance he got, yet he couldn't bring himself to tell him about the panties.

Why was it so damn hard for him to fucking say what he thought or felt?

He liked women's panties, and he was wearing them. He couldn't say it, the words wouldn't come out. He just couldn't do it, but he couldn't run away and change now without him seeing either.

So he dropped his pants instead, kicking them to corner of the bathroom, turning redder than he'd ever been in his life in the process as he guided Castiel's hands to the edges of the pink satin panties.

"Are these what is making you nervous?" Castiel asked curiously as his hands rubbed the texture of the lace which ran around the edge. He felt himself stiffen as he touched him, pressing the rough lace into his hip, and he could only nod his head 'yes' in reply with his own eyes wide in near panic.

"They are just underwear Dean. Why are they making you upset?" Cas calmly and rationally asked as he stepped in closer to him, yet their distance remained the same. Apparently he was walking slowly backward, still unconsciously holding Castiel's hands in place on his hip.

"They are women's panties Cas." he stated plainly as he felt his rear bump into the sink in the bathroom.

"Then why did you wear them if they cause you distress?" Castiel closed the distance and wrapped his arms around him in reassurance.

"I kinda like them." his voice came out rough and thick as he felt even more blood rush to his penis.

Fuck.

As much as he was afraid of being caught, the humiliation of this actually happening was making him even more aroused, if that was even possible.

Castiel pulled away and watched him for a moment, his cheeks burning as those blue eyes roamed over his body, pausing at the growing bulge under the pink satin.

"I see." Castiel roughly pressed his lips to his and began to peel off his blood stained flannel shirt, dropping it to the side then lifting his filthy t-shirt over his head, tossing that in a heap with the rest of his clothing.

He couldn't stop himself from moaning as he felt the man's lips pressing kisses into his collar bone, stopping to nip at one of his nipples on his way down. Oh god this couldn't be any fucking better. He fucking got it. At least he thought Cas got it by how he was acting.

Nope, he definitely got it, he thought to himself as he felt the panties pulled down to expose his cock, silken material still snugly pressing into the flesh of his testicles. No sooner had the cool air hit his penis, than a warm wet sensation engulfed him as Castiel took him into his mouth.

A small warble escaped his lips a quick moment before he regained control of himself, afraid to wake Sam down the hall. He'd managed to have sex with Castiel nearly every single day this last week in one form or another without being disturbed by his brother, and he intended on keeping it that way.

If Castiel was going to keep sucking the way he was, that might be a problem by the low groan that escaped his lips.

Fuck where did he learn how to do that anyway?

He felt Castiel's head bob up and down on his cock, until the panties loosened on his hips as the man's hands slipped away and he heard a zipper. Leaning forward to see what was happening, he was met with the bluest eyes amidst a sea of stubble and dirt. His lover's mouth firmly wrapped around his own penis as the man worked his tongue over the underside of his flesh. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, his lover's cheeks caved in as he sucked long and hard as he felt himself sink deep into his throat.

His hips bucked involuntarily, and one of Castiel's hands came back up to brace himself for better leverage on his hips. Hands gripping tightly onto the silky texture of the panties as he continued to work him over. Castiel's own eyes grew darker, his shoulder moving back and forth slowly as he pleasured himself while he sucked.

Dean tried to wrap his head around what was happening. Castiel was jerking himself off while giving him the best damn blow job he'd had in his life. All while he wore pink satiny panties with lace on them.

It was the most lewd sight he'd ever seen and he couldn't take any more of it as he felt himself begin to reach a desperation and he gently grabbed the back of Castiel's head as he thrust himself into the man's mouth. It only took a few more thrusts and he felt his testicles tighten as he came down his throat, each spurt swallowed as he rode the waves of ecstasy down.

Involuntary sounds erupted from his lips as twitches wracked his body. Castiel's tongue continuing to work small circles around the head of his penis while he softened. The mouth working him over suddenly flew wide, slipping off of his member as he pressed his face into the pink fabric covering Dean's hip with a moan as his eyes flew shut with a shudder. Hot liquid poured onto Dean's leg with each convulsion of Castiel's orgasm.

"Fuck Cas- That was- Fuck." Dean exclaimed as he stroked Castiel's hair.

"You said that multiple times already before you ejaculated." Castiel grinned wickedly as he picked himself up from the floor, finally dropping his pants past his ankles and shedding his shirt. Dean pulled Castiel closer and kissed him chastely, briefly worrying he'd woken his brother.

"I'm sorry Dean I smudged your panties." Castiel said shyly as he pulled away, pointing to the spots where he'd gripped onto them for leverage with his dirt smudged hands.

Damned if he hadn't added a step to his kink right then and there. They were both still filthy and if he'd thought about it before he would have cum in his panties before Cas could have even blown him.

"They'll wash." he replied nonchalantly, brain nearing overload after orgasm. "We should get clean."

"Yes." Castiel nodded and headed to the over-sized corner tub, reaching the knobs on the side and plugging the drain as it filled.

Dean watched as he stepped into one end of the tub, playing with the dials on the water for a moment as he adjusted the temperature before splashing water over his face, scrubbing vigorously.

Looking at himself in the mirror, his hand ran back to the newly re-branded grace scar he had asked Castiel for last week. Now that it was back, he found it more comforting than he had remembered even, like a piece of himself was missing that had been given back. A warm sensation remained permanently on that spot as a reminder, this time not of Dean's failing, his sins, but of Castiel's love.

For him.

He'd filled himself with such self-hate and loathing that at one point he had worried he might do something incredibly stupid to himself. Some parts of him still ached from the raw hurt he'd carried for so long, but they were quickly fading now that he had something, someone to hold onto. Someone who took out all of the bad and filled him with so much joy that he couldn't imagine life without him anymore. Someone who seemed to need him just as much as he needed them.

Hell he couldn't even remember what life had been like before he met Castiel.

He'd always felt better about life when he had a purpose, someone to live for, to take care of. Until this point though, he hadn't cared this much about anyone else before now. The deep, cold heavy burden he'd strapped inside himself, now seemed to feel much warmer, lighter, almost freer.

Dean dropped the panties on the floor finally and ran a hand across the imprint line that ran across his hips and over his testicles from where they had been pulled tight. Glancing up from inspecting the lace imprint, a now clean Castiel motioned to him to join.

He picked the opposite side from his lover and sank into tub with a sigh as the warm water rose to his stomach as the tub filled. Gently he tucked his feet up next to the man he was growing to desire to share so much of his life with, as he leaned his head back and waited as the water slowly rose to his chest.

Missions always wore him out to the point of exhaustion, but until they found the bunker, he found he could never fully relax after one. It was good to finally have a home. He'd been excited when they found it, having always wanted one, but never really believing that it was possible. Living on the road as a hunter could do that to you.

Even with the fact that the Steins had broken in and lead to him nearly killing Castiel-no he was not going down that path again.

This was too nice right now. Besides, after that they had beefed up the security around the place from the spells, to installing better locks and sturdier doors and an actual security system that monitored all possible points of entry or interest. Hell they could even check it form their phone on a secured server to ensure the coast was clear before going home.

Not that he'd used it often. That one was kind of Sam's baby, feeling guilty after Charlie died and wanting to somehow keep her legacy alive through the technology she loved.

Dammit. NO. He wasn't doing this right now.

Even with everything that had happened, he still felt safer here anywhere than anywhere else they had ever encountered in their lives.

A quick tickle on his foot, followed by a gentle pressure spurred him out of his trance, as he opened his eyes to see Castiel rubbing soap into his flesh as he massaged his foot.

"That feels good Cas." he groaned as he propped up his head to watch the other man dote on him.

Castiel just smiled at him as he worked over a sore spot on his foot. If he didn't love the man before, he sure did now he mused as Cas moved to the other foot to give it the same treatment.

"Come here." Cas murmured as he released his foot, placing it back in the hot water.

Dean turned in the tub, leaning back against Castiel between his legs as strong fingers began to rub soap into his shoulders, pausing to work out the tense spots. Firm grip working deep into the muscles as he leaned in, tension releasing as a pain he hadn't even realized was in his neck began to fade.

Hot water poured over his neck and head as Castiel used the rinse cup to carefully wet down his hair before beginning to work the shampoo into his scalp.

This was definitely something he could get used to.

Strong fingers worked through his short hair, massaging as they worked the shampoo through and he began to feel himself begin to drift.

Barely noticing as the sudsy water was rinsed away from his hair, only aware of the strong arms pulling him tight into the chest behind him, his mind wandered to a pleasant place in his mind he was rarely allowed the luxury of during his life.

Sam was happy and healthy, researching something in the library of the bunker. Castiel was sitting reading a book in Enochian with smile on his face, occasionally chuckling at something he read. Dean was curled up next to him reading one of his own, some cheesy romance novel or something as he glanced up at his lover.

Sam had made some cheesy comment and he flipped him off before going back to his book, snuggling closer to Castiel's shoulder. The warmth of the fireplace radiating into his bones.

Wait, since when did they have a fireplace in the library?

Oh.

He was dreaming.

This was a dream and he was dreaming in the dream.

Dream Dean sure was intelligent. What with the words and the thoughts and the sentences.

Castiel sure felt nice though. He snuggled back into him as he continued reading the cheesy romance novel, knowing full well he wouldn't ever be caught dead reading something like that in the real world. At least not by Sam.

He had read numerous romance novels before in the past, but always kept them hidden from his brother in the bottom of his duffel. Only pulling them out when he was certain he was alone, resorting to sometimes reading them in the bathroom on the toilet just to get away when things got really good in the book.

Dream Dean apparently didn't give a flying-mother-fuck who knew he liked to read girly book porn, and even blatantly did so in front of his brother. Also apparently blatantly cuddled with his new boyfriend in front of his brother.

Yeah. Like that would happen.

Still though, this happy place, certainly was a happy place.

Just when he thought it couldn't be an even happier place, he could smell apple pie. Nice warm apple pie, just sitting next to the fireplace in the library of all places.

Because that was a logical place for a fireplace.

Wait, when did he start thinking of him as his boyfriend?

Warm water splashed on his face gently as Castiel's fingers washed away the last litle bit of grime from their mission.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Castiel murmured as he wiped the last bit of soap from his face.

"Mmmmh. This is nice Cas." he replied as he sleepily stroked the other man's knee. He noticed the temperature of the water seemed slightly cooler than he remembered. "How long have I been asleep?"

"About an hour. I wanted to let you rest. I know you had a hard day with your brother being injured and I thought it would be nice let someone take care of you for once."

"Yeah." his throat constricted with the words, not knowing really how to react with the emotions that bubbled up. He focused on the leg next to him, trying to will the reaction away.

It worked. He could be horny instead.

His cock was slowly reviving itself as he focused on every inch of skin he could touch. The lightly toned abs pressing into his back. The arms wrapped around his shoulders. The knee his hand stroked lightly. The lips gently pressing butterfly kisses into the back of his neck.

"We should probably go back to my bedroom." he looked back at the blue eyes behind him and their lips awkwardly pressed together.

"I think that is a wise decision."

The two of them stood from the bath, Cas pulling the plug to allow the tub to drain it's now filthy water as Dean grabbed two large towels. Handing one to his lover, he stepped out of the tub and ran the towel over his hair before drying the rest of his body quickly.

He stooped to pick up his grungy clothing and wrapped them in the towel before grabbing his favorite 'dead-guy-robe'- as his brother had so eloquently named them. Robe hung on his shoulders, he tied the belt shut around his waist as he turned to look at Castiel donning a similar robe.

Quickly he unlocked the door and headed down the hall into his bedroom with his bundle of clothes, tossing them into the hamper. Castiel walked in door a moment later and tossed his trench coat on the floor next to the door before closing it.

He had noticed Castiel had taken to tossing his trench coat on the floor of his bedroom just before they ended up having sex on his bed. The thought might be turning into a kink of his, and he felt himself grow stiffer at the sight.

Sure enough, Castiel stripped his robe, heading straight for Dean and his hands untied the belt around his waist as if he were a Christmas present, tossing the wrapping aside. Castiel's lips caught his own briefly before turning to lay on his back on the bed, tugging his hand toward him before letting go.

Dean grabbed the bottle of lube from the night stand and climbed on top of him as he opened the bottle. Spreading some of the slick liquid onto his fingers, he reached down between Castiel's wide spread legs, gently sliding his fingers in to loosen him up.

"Dean. I want you now. Just do it." Castiel begged and writhed under him as he pressed a finger into his prostate.

"I don't want to hurt you Cas."

"You won't. I promise." he was right. He was back to healing others sure, and he didn't have a mark on him from the battle today, so that must have meant he was healing himself now too. It felt a little weird not getting him ready first, but he trusted him.

So, instead of working his fingers into his body until he was satisfied he wouldn't cause him any discomfort, he slicked himself and positioned his member at the entrance before pressing in the tight ring of muscle with a grunt. Sinking into his body until he could not go any further, he leaned forward to brace himself as he allowed his partner to adjust before he slipped out slightly and thrust back in tentatively.

"Oh!" Castiel grunted as he thrust again, he felt himself moan in response again and again with each thrust. He pressed his lips to Castiel's tightly in an effort to silence them both, just as a loud crash erupted behind them as the door flew open.

"Hey Dean, do you want any-" Sam walked through the door, abruptly stopping as he took in the sight before him. Dean swallowed his tongue as he bounced up and away from Castiel with the sudden intrusion trying vainly to cover himself and Cas with a pillow.

"Hello Sam." Castiel calmly said as he held the pillow Dean had thrown on his crotch.

"Oh god! Sorry!" Sam cut himself off as he retreated, slamming the door so hard behind him it bounced open again. "Sorry! Sorry!" he cried again as he blindly reached into the room to try to close the door behind him.

He stood there gaping like a fish trying to process what had just happened when the door opened one more time, Sam poking his head again in with a hand over his eyes.

"For the record, I'm glad you two finally stopped being such idiots about how you feel about each other. You really are kind of cute together." he said with a small smirk on his face.

"Sammy! Get out!" was the only reaction he could think to come up with at the moment, now that he had coughed his tongue back up out of his throat. He was pretty sure he was going to kill his brother for this one, injured or not. He was going to fucking pay. Unless he passed out first.

That was a definite possibility.

"So I was going to ask if you guys are going to be hungry soon? I'm starving, so I'm going to make some dinner." Sammy called from behind the door as Castiel stood and walked over to Dean's side.

"I think food would be a wise decision Sam." Castiel replied for him through the closed door. Dean flinched as he, gently touched his shoulder for reassurance.

"Ok. I'll have food ready in like twenty then. Just um- come get it when you're ready." he swore he heard a chuckle from the other side of the door.

"Go away Sammy!" Dean bellowed as he threw the pillow at the door, how dare that bitch laugh at him right now!

Puke. He was going to puke, and Castiel wanted to fucking eat?

Everyone hated him. They were plotting against him as he stood there. He was sure of it.

"Take a deep breath Dean." Castiel's voice was deep and soothing as he rubbed small circles into his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. "It's alright."

"He just fucking walked in on us Cas!" he whispered loudly, afraid now that Sam would hear anything he said.

"Yes, he did." Cas confirmed as he began to sway slightly from side to side as if he were trying to comfort a small child.

"Fuck!" he swore as he wrapped his arms tightly around his boyfriend. Yeah that's how he was thinking of him now dammit. This was serious now wasn't it? He felt every muscle in his body grow rigid and his eyes hurt. In his adrenaline he had apparently forgotten how to blink, so he did so forcefully, vision going blurry in the process.

"Relax Dean. It's done. I know you've been worried about this. You get tense every time I'm near you outside of this room." Those were not tears dammit. He must have damaged his eyes by not blinking or something. The warm fluid running down his cheeks were not tears.

"He's supportive of us." Castiel continued, and he heard what he said, it was even understood the words that came out, but it just didn't make any sense. There was no logic in his statement.

"What do you mean he's supportive of us?" he snapped, trying unsuccessfully to jerk away from the man as he pulled him back in an embrace.

"He said, and I quote 'For the record, I'm glad you two finally stopped being such idiots about how you feel about each other. You really are kind of cute together.' It's what he actually said Dean. I may be confused about human interactions sometimes, but that one was pretty clear, even for me. We should go probably talk to him."

"What? No." he was crazy. They were both crazy. How was any of this ok?

"You are going to have to talk to him eventually." Castiel countered, still rubbing small circles in his back as he rocked form side to side.

"No. I'm going to move to fucking China, change my fucking name and hide from him for at least twenty fucking years." he fumed. Fuck his brother. Fuck the bunker. Fuck all of this shit. He was so fucking done.

"No you won't." Castiel calmly countered.

"Oh yeah, why?" Dean fumed.

"Because I'm not going to China." Castiel replied, and his heart stopped.

"Oh. Crap. I guess I'm not moving to fucking China then." he might be pissed at his brother, and if he was honest with himself, he was more embarrassed than anything, but this wasn't something that he could deal with without Castiel.

Ok. He could do this then. He released himself from Castiel and walked over to his dresser. He'd just put on some clothes from his dresser and go talk to his brother.

"Are you alright Dean?" Castiel asked as he stared at the dresser.

The dresser didn't open itself.

"Yeah." he lied as he reached forward and pulled the drawer out, grabbing the first t-shirt that was there and practically threw it at Castiel for him to put on. Quickly he grabbed the next one on the stack and slid it on his body. Closing the drawer and opening the second, he found a pair of underwear- regular manly-man underwear, the kind that was boring and white, made out of cotton- and put them on, tossing an extra pair to Castiel.

It donned on him how odd it was that he was sharing underwear with another man, but considering everything they have done together it didn't really seem like it mattered a whole lot. He should take the man clothes shopping sometime though.

His closet had some room to spare.

He pushed the random hopeful thought out of his mind for the moment as he focused on quickly getting jeans on the both of them. Next step was socks. He got them each a pair and grabbed his shoes as he sat on the bed to dress his feet.

Once his shoes were tied, he sat there staring at the door, dreading what was coming next. Castiel took his hand and stood up, but he couldn't move.

"I think I need a minute." his mind blank now and he wasn't quite sure why.

Castiel just sat down next to him on the bed and held his hand tightly as his head stopped spinning.

He was a fucking hunter dammit. Why was he so panicked about this? Probably didn't help that he hadn't eaten in like what- since before the mission began- that had to be like ten hours.

Food sounded good. He was going to blame it on lack of food. That was a good idea. He stood and walked to the door, Castiel close behind, opening it with a swift motion heading down the hallway to the kitchen where smells of something with tomato wafted out.

"So. Sam. About what you saw." he began as he rounded the corner.

"Look, man I'm really sorry I interrupted you two. My bad." his brother chuckled with nervous laughter as he stirred a large pot full of spaghetti noodles.

"I- Well- We- Um- You see-" he stammered, not quite sure where to begin.

"Look. I get it. I've seen you struggle with things for a while now since you first met him. I've seen him struggle with things too. I mean really, you both exchange glances at each other when the other isn't looking. I think your timing was just always colossally off man. At least from what I saw. I would have said something to you if I weren't completely convinced you'd rabbit on me, or break my jaw, or both. This is really a relief for me honestly. I mean I don't have to deal with the fucking tension between the two of you anymore." He glanced over his shoulder as he talked, stirring what looked like his famous 'canned organic spaghetti sauce' aka 'not ragu' as it simmered.

God he hoped he put something with beef in there this time, and not that tofu or tofurkey crap he liked to buy sometimes.

"Sammy, I-." his words cut off in his throat and he wasn't sure why.

"Don't sweat it man. Seriously, just breathe." Sam replied. He inhaled deeply in protest, and realized that he probably did need oxygen. It was kind of nessicary.

"Why do you and Cas keep telling me to fucking breathe?" he argued before he could force his mouth shut again.

"Because you aren't." Sam countered. Thanks captain obvious, he'd just realized that himself. He wasn't really angry, just drained.

"Oh- You're really ok with this?" he asked defeated. It had been a long day. A long bad day. Well, not entirely bad. It had however been a long emotionally draining day. All damn day long.

"You're my brother dude. Why do I care what the gender is of who you put your dick in?" He felt himself choke on his own tongue again.

Cough "What?" he blurted as he forced his tongue back in his mouth for the second time in such a short amount of time.

"Just sayin. Besides, Cas is a good guy. He's good for you, and I think you're good for him." he said as he turned the burner off of the sauce.

"Sam?" Dean asked numbly, not even knowing what was coming out of his mouth before his brain shoved it out of his face.

"Yeah?" he asked as he lifted the pot of boiling noodles off the stove and took it over to the sink to drain of the excess water.

"Thanks." he rubbed at his head absently as his brain turned to jelly.

"No problem. Get some plates out, Spaghetti is ready."

Notes:

Faster update this time! Yay! It makes it easier when I actually have time to write things. Also when I'm procrastinating on writing things I actually should write, then this stuff comes out instead.

Anyway, Feedback is always welcome. What do you guys think of this so far?