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Dean embraces his brother; tears streaming down his face. "We made it." He sighs into Sam's flowing hair. Jack smiles and joins the hug. They all hug each other tightly. For the first time in their lives the weight of the world isn't on their shoulders.
Dean and Sam lean against the trunk of the impala drinking a beer. Jack sleeps in the backseat. They pulled over to take a moment and breathe. Sam tells Dean about Eileen. They both tear up. Dean tells him about Cas. Dean Wipes away the tears forming, he clears his throat as Sam rubs a hand across his shoulder and pulls him into a brief hug.
After an adequate moment of silence Dean clears his throat, "so Cas..." Sam looks at him giving him his full attention. "He... He said a lot of things, right before. Mostly about how he cared for things, the world, us..."
"Yeah?"
Dean's quiet but Sam waits for him to continue. "He said, he loved me."
"Well yeah; he was our best friend, he always told us he loved us."
"No, sammy. He said he loved me, like loved me..." Dean waits for Sam to make the connection.
"Oh...OH... Right... So, do you want to talk about that? I mean how do you feel about that?"
Dean shrugs, looks at his brother. "I feel like you owe me some money."
"Huh?"
Dean punches him in the arm, "I told you he was gay!"
10 years ago:
"Dude, I think Cas is gay."
Sam, not looking up from his book. "He's an angel, technically he has no gender, so sexuality is probably..."
"I don't care what his gender is" Dean interrupts, " he likes guys."
"I wouldn't bet on it."
"You wouldn't?" Dean raised his eyebrows.
"Ok, twenty bucks says he's not gay." Sam rolls his eyes into a bitch face.
"It's a bet." Dean strode out of the room with confidence.