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It was a regular week for the Winchester brothers, a demon hunt, a few burgers, some cold beers and the long road ahead. And although Dean was a little distracted lately, he had immersed himself in this hunt. Some demon was killing teenagers leaving obvious traces of Sulphur behind. It was not that hard to track it down. After three dead bodies, it was obvious he was killing Indian girls. And there was only one girl left in town that fit the description. This case was not easy of course, seeing teenagers limp on the floor with their hearts missing did a number on their heads, but no matter what, they had to focus or that last kid had no chance either. They had found the girl using their fake FBI badges and somehow convinced her to get out of the house before that stupid demon could attack her, without arousing too much suspicion.
The very same demon was now trapped in the devil trap, sitting on the chair with his hands and legs cuffed with the enchantments scribbled on them. In summary, this demon could not go anywhere. His face was a bloody mess which did him right, there were cuts down his legs and his chest along his neck caused by the silver knife currently in Dean’s hand.
“For the last time, I am going to ask politely," he asked sarcastically, "Why were you killing those girls, asshole?” No answer. All Dean had to do was point his knife at Sam and they could almost hear the demon whimper. Sam, you see, was in the middle of filling a syringe with a mixture of holy water and salt. This of course won't kill him or send his ass back to hell, but it would hurt like a bitch and that's all Dean needed. “Listen to me buddy, I know you are some low-level, demon-of-the-week, scumbag, doing somebody’s dirty work. Tell me who you are working for. And why? and I’ll let you die. Painlessly" Dean said, a smirk on his face “Almost mercifully.”
The demon seemed to consider his offer for a few seconds but the look he had on his bruised face told Dean he was not giving up soon. “Why don’t you ask your angel boyfriend, Winchester? Castiel, was it?” he snarled.
Dean rolled his eyes and looked at Sam “Why do these low lives keep saying it like it’s going to enrage me? So Cas and I are dating; so what?”
Dean saw it all happen in slow motion, Sam gasped, his eyes wide. He heard a second gasp, he turned around to find the demon in shock too.
“You- what? - Dean?” Sam stammered trying to think of words to form sentences, which usually he was good at.
“What?” Dean asked oblivious to his brother's confusion.
“You and Cas are-“
“You know I am gonna call him down, he could help us, for real.” Dean cut Sam off “Cas if you are listening, could you come down here, please? I could use your help here.” Sam had never heard Dean say please in a normal sentence. So he gaped some more if that was even possible.
“Hello Dean.” Cas said appearing right next to Dean. “Hey, Cas.” Dean smiled.
“Sam.” Cas nodded at him and Sam returned the gesture. The way Dean was smiling made him feel like an idiot that he hadn’t noticed this dynamic before.
“You know him Cas? He’s been killing off some girls in this neighbourhood, three so far.” Dean sighed and Cas looked like he could smite the demon right now.
Cas walked towards the demon and placed two fingers on his forehead. The demon winced in pain. After a few moments, Cas walked back to Dean, “He used to work for Lilith, and now he works for Crowley. He is a small spawn, he is of no use, Dean. I have all the information you need. He was killing the girls to complete a ritual which was going to raise an Asura this midnight. But time has passed and he has failed. If you don’t kill him now Crowley will. Just exorcise him and send “his ass to hell” as you would say.” Did Dean blush? Sam was about to lose his mind.
“No please wait-“The demon shouted in pain.
“Excorcimus te omnis immundis spiritus, ominis satanic protestus” Sam chanted.
“Serves you right for killing those girls. Enjoy hell bitch!” Dean smirked.
“-te rogamus audi nos.” Sam finished.
After dumping the body in the trunk of their car, Sam cornered Dean when Cas had vanished saying he was needed back in heaven. “You and Cas are-are dating?”
“Why are you so acting so surprised? You knew!” Dean almost shouted back.
“No! No, I didn’t Dean! How could I know?”
“How could you not know?”
“Dean!” Sam shouted. “You don’t get to be angry here. I do. My brother is in a relationship and I got to know because a demon said so!”
“Look, Sammy, we weren’t hiding or anything. We just thought you knew! I mean hell; you are the one teasing me all the time.” Dean laughed.
“I had no idea. Oh my god, it all makes sense now.” Sam said thinking back “Cas always stands way too close to you and you are always taking long walks with him whenever we don’t have a case. And whenever he is not around, you are so damn cranky. Not to mention the ‘profound bond’ he keeps insisting you two share. How could I not know?”
“Geez. Thanks for portraying me like a 16-year-old” Dean walked towards the driver seat to get in.
“I can’t believe this!” Sam shouted across the car.
“Wait, why is this so hard for you to believe?” Dean asked once they were both inside.
“Just that-” Sam began but Dean cut him off again.
“Jesus, Sammy you are not homophobic or something, are you? Because if you are, I’ll have to preach your ass. I did not expect this from-”
“No dude! I’m fine with that. I can’t believe you never told me about this, that’s all. And I just can’t believe you were brave enough to come out of the closet! You were so deep in the closet you had reached Narnia!” Dean snorted.
“You were so deep in the closet you found the shoe I lost in there when I was 6.” Dean gave him a stern look.
“You were so deep in the closet you found John Watson there!” Sam laughed.
“Yeah, you need to stop talking to Charlie!” Dean gave him his patented annoyed look.
“You were so deep in the closet-“
“Yeah ok! The joke’s over. Ha-ha-ha. I get it, Samuel.” Dean cut him off.
Sam laughed for the next few minutes still cracking jokes and teasing Dean like nobody’s business. Every once in a while dean laughed along too because no matter how hard he tried, Sam was making blood rush to his cheek.
"So how long has this been going on?" Sam asked, seriously this time.
"I donno- Six maybe seven months." Dean shrugged keeping his eyes on the road.
"Dean! I can't believe you didn't tell me for this long." Sam whined for the hundredth time.
"Again, I thought you knew. You're supposed to be the smart one Sam." Dean laughed at his own joke.
"Well I am happy for you."
"Yada yada yada, let's find some food, I'm starving." Sam did not argue there.
Before reaching the motel they stopped by a diner they had seen on the way. Sam prayed to Cas to join them for dinner. So Cas zapped down as well. They didn’t talk about anything much different than usual and Sam did his best to keep his cool (at which he failed miserably). They had fries and beer and every once in a while Cas nibbled on one of the fries from Dean’s plate. And every time he did, Sam noticed that Dean smiled wide and happy, truly happy. How did I not know? He wondered; they both were too obvious with the glances they threw at each other. When Sam noticed that Dean was currently holding his beer in his left hand while his right hand was under the table and so was Cas's left hand, he couldn't help but smile to himself.
He was glad Dean had found this bliss in their crazy, upside-down life. He hoped neither one of them will mess this up for he had never seen either of them this happy before. These idiots are in love he thought.