"Say that again." Dean said, eyes wide as he stopped interrogating his little brother. "Because I think I misheard you." Sam shot him a look at the incredulous tone.
"Dean, you heard me." And saw us, but he didn't say that.
"Sammy," Dean started again, his expression turning into one of doubt. "You can't seriously be dating the king of fucking Hell!"
When Sam's expression never changed, Dean knew he needed a strong drink tonight.
"Holy shit. You're actually dating Crowley." Dean muttered, rubbing his lips slowly. "Since when?"
"After the trials." Again, Dean was left shocked.
"That's been over a year." Sam nodded, nearly flinching at the hurt tone. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I knew you wouldn't approve of it, Dean." Sam wasn't looking at him now, eyes distant.
"You could have at least told me." Dean huffed, but then took in another deep breath. "This is just so much to take in, Sammy." He shook his head. "It's not every day you find out your brother is sleeping with the king of Hell of all people." Sam only rolls his eyes, tensing in surprise when Dean touches his shoulder.
"Dean?" Sam glances at him, biting his lips.
"Look, it's gonna take awhile for me to accept this, okay? But you should have told me sooner, Sammy. If you're happy, so am I." Right after he was done, Dean pulled away. "Now let's go get some dinner. I have more questions."
Sam huffed in resignation. "Of course you do."
Hope all of you enjoyed this one, I know I had fun writing it. Can't wait to write some more.