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Chapter 7

Looking at the angel in his life, Sam couldn't help but grin. Chuckling slightly, he asked, “You did what, Cas?”

“I kissed him then left,” Cas explained again, looking at Sam, wondering where the mirth was coming from. After all, it was a serious situation, one he wasn't sure if he did the right thing in.

Grinning bigger, Sam shook his head, shoulders shaking from repressed laughter. “Dude, normally, as I told you before, this isn't the way to go about things, but I think you did good this time. I was wondering why Dean was so freaked out and muttering about psycho angels all day!”

Seating himself on the bed across from Sam, Cas looked at his lover intently. “You think that was the way I should have progressed?”

“I think, in this case, it was a good step,” Sam nodded, still unable to stop grinning. “You've thrown Dean for a loop and it seems to actually have driven him off the path that was making him crazy. Instead, he's focusing on you and what you did. That seems to be helping. Shades of the old Dean are back, more than before. It's something that really helped even if it isn't the way you should normally go about it in a similar situation.”

Relieved, Cas nodded. “I will admit that wasn't my intent when I broached the whole situation that way, but if it worked, I'm pleased.”

“Dude, I gotta ask-- what was your intent? What did you think would happen?” Sam inquired.

Looking down, brow creased, Cas said, “I think, perhaps, my line of thought was more like what I did with you. Though you and Dean react differently to situations when presented with them, I thought this might get things moving in the direction I wanted them. I was well aware that he isn't you and wouldn't give me time to explain, but Dean tends to want a physical sign from beings when there is an attraction, not always getting something more subtle unless it's something in a random pickup. As I'm not subtle anyway when confronted with such complexities, I thought, perhaps, this might be the way to start moving the situation in the direction I desired. However, I do admit to plenty of 'second guessing' last night after doing so.”

“You did good, Cas,” Sam nodded, unable to wipe the grin off his face and visions of what he was sure happened on Dean's end after the angel vanished. “Now you have to work on pressing it forward.”

He was pleased that he did go about this the right way, though it wasn’t intentional on his end. “I understand,” Cas nodded. Brow still furrowed, he asked, “Are there any suggestions as to how I should proceed from here? I'm rather at a loss on how to deal with the fallout that I'm certain is coming. Though I'm not adept at dealing with such things or have much experience, I don't feel that leaving it alone is the way to go. Dean tends to stew over situations and that makes what is there worse.”

“You're right,” Sam told him firmly. “Don't just vanish and let him rest. Pop up again tonight to see him when he's alone.”

“What would you suggest I do from there? I'm not certain what my next step should be here,” Cas admitted.

Looking down at the floor, thinking it over, Sam then said, tone slightly distracted, “Honestly, I don't pay much attention to what Dean does with others in a sexual way. I mean, I’ve seen him pick people up and other things, but this isn't my area. Though I do know what he's like. From what I saw today, he wasn't enraged. That would have come if he was pissed about what happened. What I did get was some confusion. Maybe work with that. Push it a little further like you did with me though don't give him the time to over-analyze what you're doing. He's not going to talk it out. With Dean, it's more like start swearing and then throwing punches. You don't want to get into that with him.”

Taking that in, Cas nodded, filing it away as something to use.

“In this case, I think just you being you will work best,” Sam schooled, looking at Cas.

“What you do mean?” The angel asked, slightly confused, looking back at his lover.

“You're not subtle, Cas. In Dean's case, I don't think subtle would work with something of this nature. I think going about it like you did with me is going to be more effective. Blindside him with it then go from there. Of course, stop if he makes it real clear that he doesn't want to. That's just common sense.”

“Yes, I'll know if he truly wants me to stop,” Cas nodded. “I'm not certain about this approach, Sam. Dean can be prickly on a good day. I'm not all that sure it won't drive him over the edge.”

“Just pay attention to him and what you're getting from his direction,” Sam told him firmly. “Let that guide you. It's something humans do when it comes to these matters.”

Taking that in, Cas nodded once more. It did sound like good advice and was a way he could go about working with this. “I'll see what I can do tonight. It should be a defining moment on how to progress from here. We should know how to continue once I get more of a feel for Dean and where his 'head is at', I think that's how it's put.”

“It is,” Sam chuckled. Sobering up, he then said, “Yeah, it should. It'll give us an idea of which way to go about working with this.”

“If the situation goes favorably, we need to start planning on a way to go about drawing the three of us together,” the angel said looking back at Sam.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, Sam looked down at the floor then said, tone quiet and thoughtful, “I think I might have a way to go about it. Maybe. I'm not sure about that though. As you press things with Dean and little further, I'm going to try to work a little on my end to see where it leads. If it goes the way I think it will, I might have a workable plan. Just give me some time to adjust accordingly as this plays out. Dean's not someone I know how to work with when it comes to this area so I'm going to have to play it by ear. Alright?”

“Alright.” Cas nodded, looking intent. Sam knew his brother better than anyone in the world so he was more than willing to let him see what he could do with the situation. After all, if Sam could do something from his end to aid things and he could work with it from his, Dean might end up more amiable on the topic than if they each worked the situation alone.

“It's just going to take me a couple days to pull this together and see if it'll work. I'm going to need you to show up every night, if you press on with him, to compare notes to see. Can you do that?” He asked, looking back at the angel.

“I can,” Cas assured him with a firm nod. “Can you tell me what you have in mind? At least the basics?”

“We're just going to play into the obsession that's there,” Sam told him, grinning slightly. “Not much, mind you, but a little. Let's see how what I do over the next couple days works before I get too far into planning this out.”

Liking that Sam might have a way to deal with the situation, Cas was pleased. “Yes, I can work with whatever you come up with.”

“Dean's not going to be happy the two of us played him when it comes out, but if we do it right, the fallout shouldn't be too bad,” Sam told him with a shrug.

“I'm certain he won't be happy at first, but I feel we can deal with that. After all, he's not a being that one could come out and say some of this to without an explosion or show of his temper of some kind,” Cas sighed, brow furrowed.

“Exactly,” Sam told the angel pointedly.

“Yes, I can deal with this,” Cas nodded. “It's much easier to work with, as you put it, as I now know a direction I should go with the situation. Let me see what I can accomplish tonight and then I'll fill you in tomorrow.”

“And I'll do the same on my end when he finally drags his ass home,” Sam told him.

Pleased, Cas relaxed slightly. That was one thing off his mind. Eyeing Sam, he felt a rush of blood to his groin and a heat starting to build again. Standing, he walked over then pulled Sam into a heated kiss while letting one hand drift up under the t-shirt the younger Winchester was wearing.

Putting his hands on Cas' waist, Sam kissed him back. Though still not used to how aggressive Cas was about things, he had to admit he liked it!

Breaking off the kiss, the angel looked down at his human lover then said, “I want sex again.”

Chuckling at the bluntness, Sam just nodded. This was going to take some getting used to, that's for sure!

Once consent was given, Cas shoved Sam down on the bed and started tugging his clothes off.

For once, Dean wasn't whiling away the hours away from the room in a dive somewhere, getting drunk. Instead, he was parked down by the river at the local state park with a six-pack. Sitting on the hood of his baby, he was nursing a beer, staring off over the river that flowed endlessly, listening to the chirp of the insects and babbling of the water as it passed by. Right now, he needed to think, alone. Normally, the whole thinking over something and trying to deal with it wasn't his 'thing'; he left such pursuits to Sammy. However, he was now to the point he didn't have a choice. So much was being thrown in his direction that he was out of options other than thinking it over and trying to figure out what to deal with then how to go about it.

Sighing, taking another sip of his beer, he shook his head. There were three things on his mind right now; what Hell was up to with the 'man' they had on earth, the whole mess with the attraction to Sam and whatever the hell it was Cas did last night. Well, he knew what Cas did, it was more the why behind it.

Though he knew that he should focus on what plans Hell had, as those were probably going to cause the most trouble, his mind wasn't wanting to stay on that topic. As it was one that was seriously uncomfortable, that would be normal. It wasn't the case though. Instead, he was locked on the kiss the night before. He supposed that had to do with the fact that it blindsided him in a way nothing had in a very long time and he had no friggin' clue where it came from!

Scrubbing a hand through his hair in an agitated way, he sighed and shook his head. Cas was odd, no doubt there, but he couldn't figure out why the angel had kissed him. Hell, wasn't there something in that books that so many went by about same sex whatever? He was sure there was. Of course, Cas had said the book had things more right than wrong most times so maybe this was one of those things. Hell, he didn't know! All he knew was the friggin' angel kissed him and now he couldn't stop thinking about it. Besides the oddity of the situation, you know, the fact that Cas had kissed him, he didn't know why his mind was locked on that or kept playing it out. It wasn't like there was an attraction there. Shit, he didn't even like guys, other than Sam, of course. That was not a road he wanted to go down anyway so he wasn't going to think about it if he didn't have to.

Downing more of his beer, he shook his head then muttered aloud, his voice seeming to be louder than it actually was because of how quiet the park was, “This is fucked up, the whole thing.” Shutting his eyes, he rubbed them and sighed. How in the hell did he find himself in these situations? That he didn't know.

Draining the last of his beer, Dean chucked the empty into a nearby garbage can. Just as he was about to slide off the hood to get another out of the car, he was put on edge by the sound of fluttering wings. Instantly wary, he looked around and spotted Cas walking towards him. Not sure what to do, he slid back up on the hood and waited, body tense.

Stepping up in front of Dean, Cas was pleased. Not only hadn't Dean been drinking as much as he was previously, but he seemed more focused and not as angst-ridden as he had been since coming back from Hell. “You're doing better tonight,” he said simply.

“I don't know about that,” Dean said, looking at the angel, frowning. Cas always looked rumpled, that was part of who he was. Right now, though, he looked more so than normal. His hair was sticking up all over the place, his shirt was partially untucked and his coat appeared more wrinkled than normal. It was strange. “What happened to you? You look like you slept in your clothes or something.”

“I don't sleep,” Cas told him seriously. “I thought I mentioned that before.”

“I know, Cas,” Dean sighed, shaking his head. “It's just an expression to ask why your clothes look rumpled.”

Looking down, Cas frowned. It did appear that his clothing was more wrinkled than normal. It probably had to do with the fact that they were under him and Sam while they had sex. With a shrug, he replied, “It's nothing to be concerned about.”

“Cas, you're weird. And you get weirder with each passing day,” Dean said, shaking his head. Eyeing the angel, he then asked, “Would you care to explain to me just what in the hell that kiss was about last night? 'Cause, dude, I don't have a clue.”

“I thought that was self explanatory. I wanted to, so I did,” Cas told him simply, gazing into his face.

Really, with what Cas was like, Dean should have expected that. He really should have. With a groan, he rubbed his face, then inquired, “And why did you want to? You do realize that I generally don't kiss men, right? I mean, I'm not attracted to the same sex for the most part.”

“You were last night since you had sex with a man,” Cas told him simply, glancing at him.

Flushing, Dean didn't know what to say but blurted out, “How did you--” stopping, he scrubbed a hand over his face. Shaking his head, he said, “Nevermind, forget I asked. Dude, that is not your business and I don't want to talk about it!”

Nodding, saying nothing, Cas just continued to look at Dean, wondering what he should do now. Really, all talking was going to do was run them around in circles. Dean didn't want to deal with any of it and would continue to deflect the situation if they kept talking. Thinking back over the talk with Sam, he decided to go with what they had discussed.

Stepping closer, he put both hands on the sides of Dean's face and pulled him into another kiss. This time it was far more passionate than the one the night before had been. Feeling the older Winchester stiffen up and start to pull back, Cas kept his mouth locked with Deans' then slipped one arm around the other man's waist, holding him there. Parting Dean's lips with his own, he slipped his tongue into his mouth.

Once more, Dean was stunned, not sure what to make of the whole situation. Though he had to admit that Cas could kiss, and the vague question of where he learned to do that arose, Dean pushed those thoughts aside then tried to pull back. Again, though, that wasn't going to happen. When Cas slipped his arm around his waist, the man realized that the angel was a helluva lot stronger than he looked because he wasn't going anywhere. Then, much to his horror, he felt his dick start to stiffen slightly. Now, that was just plain wrong!

Holding Dean tightly to him, Cas was pleased to feel the man's flesh start to harden. Though not knowing much about the whole act, he did realize that was a good sign if there was one. He let the hand that wasn't holding Dean close to him slip to the back of the man's head and continued to kiss him. Finally, after a couple minutes, he pulled back and looked at Dean intently. “That was enjoyable,” he told him.

Stunned, not sure what to say, all Dean managed to stammer out was, “Dude, what the hell?”

“You enjoyed it,” Cas commented bluntly. Nodding, knowing this was a good place to leave it for the night, he said, “I'll be back tomorrow.” Then he vanished with the sound of fluttering wings.

Staring at the place the angel had been, Dean's heart was hammering in his chest, eyes overly wide. What the hell was that and why? Shit! Just when he thought his life couldn't get any more complicated, it did!

Looking around, he wondered what the hell to do now. Groaning, he rubbed a hand over his face again and shook his head. A being that had tortured him in hell, an unnatural lust for his brother that he couldn't kill and now an angel that could kiss like no female he had ever met-- yeah, his life sucked right about now and he didn't know what to think!

Sliding off the hood of the car, he walked over to the driver's door on shaking legs then slid behind the wheel. Starting her up, taking comfort in the familiar rumble of her engine, he tore out of the parking spot and headed in the direction of the hotel where they were staying in for the night. Dealing with Sam wasn't the best, what with the thoughts that ran through his head every time he saw his brother, but it was familiar enough that he felt better. Right now, he needed that!

Pulling up in front of their room, Dean was pleased to see that the lights were still on. That, usually, meant that Sam was awake. Right now he needed someone to talk to, no, not about the kiss, but just shoot the shit with. Sammy was perfect for that. They would be able to bullshit around for a while then he would feel better.

Grabbing what was left of the beer, he piled out of his baby then let himself into the room. After shutting the door and tossing the keys onto the table, he was about to say something to his brother, turning to where the beds were, but stopped cold. Immediately, he wished he hadn't come back to the room.

Sam wasn't awake. Instead, he had fallen asleep with the lights on. Sprawled out on his bed in nothing but his boxers, Sam had one leg dangling off the side, sleeping soundly. That wasn't at all odd, as Dean well knew. The problem was the fact that there were bite marks and hickeys all over Sam's bare chest, not to mention at least one on his neck. His hair was sticking up all over and he had that look you only got after you spent a night getting your brains fucked out by someone. Looking at his younger brother's face, he could see a small smile there. Then the smell hit him. It was subtle but one he recognized; the smell of a room after you had sex. That made his gut clench and ire skyrocket.

Shutting his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to think, not to mention get his temper under control. After all, it would look damned strange to Sammy if he woke him to rant about him getting laid. Shit, he was the one that kept trying to set his brother up with someone, telling him he needed to get laid more. While trying to get himself calm, his thoughts skipped to wondering who the hell his brother could have been in bed with. His first thought skipped to Ruby. Though he hadn't seen the demon skank in a while, nor had Sammy mentioned her, he had to wonder.

Opening his eyes, he looked around then took a few deep breaths. There was no hint of the smell of sulfur around. If those two had done something, it would be there, no doubt. No, it wouldn't be much but enough to get a faint whiff of. Nope, there was nothing. Now he had to wonder who it was. After all, he doubted Sam went out anywhere since he had the car and the nearest dive wasn't within walking distance.

Trying to think, though really not wanting to know, Dean put the last of the beer in the mini-fridge, trying to be quiet so he didn’t wake Sam. However, there was something bothering him and he didn't know what it was. Nor could he put a finger on what it might relate to. Shaking his head, thinking that he was just overwhelmed by so much strangeness, he headed towards the bathroom to get ready for bed.

After taking a quick shower, he came back out into the main room dressed only in his boxers and a t-shirt. Walking over to where Sam was still sprawled in the same position, he gently moved the one leg dangling off the bed onto it and covered his brother with the sheet. While doing that, he tried not to look at the bite marks and hickeys nor contemplate who might have left them or what they did. Once that was done, he shut the lights off then flopped onto his own bed with a groan.

Covering his eyes with one hand, he tried to will everything away and force himself to relax. It probably wasn't going to come, he knew that, but he hoped.

Forty-five minutes later, just as he was dozing off, Dean sat up in bed, wide awake. What was off had finally hit him. Looking over at his brother, wide-eyed, he took a deep sniff of the room, feeling his gut clench as he did. From past experience with so many of the female sex, Dean knew almost every single one of them wore some kind of perfume. If they didn't, they tended to have very feminine scented deodorant or something on them. Those left lingering smells, even long after they were gone. There was none in the room, at all, none whatsoever. Instead, all he was picking up on were masculine scents. There wasn't a hint of anything girly in the room at all, just a deeper, manly musk. Part of it he could tell came from Sam. As he knew what his brother smelled like from so many years of close quarters, he easily identified that. The other, though, was also masculine. There wasn't even a hint of anything feminine in the room.

Staring at Sam, he felt a pure wave of acid green jealousy flood his body. Could Sammy have been with a man? Really, it wasn't any of his damned business who his brother slept with, of course, as it wasn’t any of Sam's who he did, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to know! He also wanted to know if it was a man. If it was, he wanted to know how long Sam had liked men.

Flopping back down, he grabbed the pillow and stuffed it over his face. Shit, this was a nightmare! He didn't need more piled on than what was already there! With a mental groan of pain, he tried to focus on something else but he couldn’t help but think about what Sam could have been doing with a guy, brain chalking up visions of all kinds of things that he really wanted to try with his brother.

Oh, hell. It was going to be another long night where he was sure he wasn't going to get any sleep!

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