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Dean Winchester and Castiel have been in a secret relationship for a few weeks now. They have been trying to hide it from Sam, but he can sense a change in Dean's behaviour. Sam thinks that Dean has a secret girlfriend that Dean is hiding from him and Castiel.
"So Dean, tell us who the lucky girl is." Sam says teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows at Dean. "Who?" Dean asks in confusion. "Oh come on, you've been acting so giddy recently, there must be a new special someone in your life." Sam says playfully. "There's nobody new in my life Sammy." Dean says hiding the blush on his cheeks. Technically he wasn't lying. Castiel wasn't a 'new' special someone in his life. Sam laughs it off, "Well I have to go out to restock some of our ammo and weapons. I'll be back in an hour or two." He walks out the door.
Dean and Castiel stare intensely at each other before they hear the click of the front door of the bunker closing. Castiel immediately goes over to Dean, hid hands going around Dean's head, his lips meeting the hunters. Dean lets out a little moan of surprise before his hands find the angels waist.
Castiel pushes Dean towards the kitchen island. He grips Dean's waist tight as he lifts him onto the table. Their lips interlocking, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle waiting to be put together. Castiel's hands slip under Dean's shirt, feeling up and down his warm chest. Dean lets out a small whine as his hands vacate his chest and go back to his waist. Castiel breaks away from Dean's kiss. Dean's lips feel cold at the quick loss of connection.
Castiel's attention now goes to Dean's neck, kissing and leaving a trail of hickeys along his path. His hands move to Dean's thighs, teasing him as he rubbed his hands back and forth slowly. Dean arched his head away from Castiel to open up his neck. Castiel finds Dean's sweet spot, right behind his right ear, nibbling softly. Enough for Dean to feel but not enough to hurt. Dean let's out a moan, "Yes." he whispers to Castiel as he closed his eyes in pleasure. All of a sudden, the sound of car keys hit the ground.
Dean's eyes snap open immediately. He sees Sam standing at the entrance of the kitchen, mouth open in shock. Castiel didn't seem to hear Sam's entrance and keeps kissing Dean's neck. Dean pushes him softly off of him. "Dean? What's wrong?" he asks Dean sadly, wondering if he had done something wrong. Sam clears his throat, making his presence known to Castiel. Castiel quickly turns on his heels to see Sam staring at them awkwardly. "The shops were uh.. closed. Had to come back early.." Sam said, unsure of what to say. He looked at Dean sitting on the counter, a trail of hickeys going up his neck and Castiel standing beside him, his beige trench coat looking disheveled.
"Sammy I.." Dean said, feeling panic rise in his throat. He had no clue what Sam was going to say. Castiel, sensing his boyfriends panic, gave a sympathetic look and placed a supportive hand on Dean's thigh. "So" Sam began, "This is your secret special someone." he teased and threw a grin their way. Castiel looked over to Dean, "See, I told you he wouldn't care."
"You thought I'd care?" Sam asked. "I didn't know if you were going to be like dad about it." Dean admitted. "Like dad?" Sam asked, concerned.
"When Dad found out about my...preference.. to say he was livid was an understatement." Dean laughed nervously. "I don't really want to get into it but I was just worried-"
"You were worried that I'd be a narrow minded ass like dad." Sam said, finishing Dean's sentence. "Yeah, I guess it sounds stupid hearing it said out loud."
"Sam is nothing like your father Dean." Castiel chimed in.
"Well anyways, I'll leave you guys to it." Sam said playfully. "Just maybe get a room next time..." he added.
Dean laughed, any shred of worry dissipated with those words. Sam was really okay with him and Castiel. He wasn't mad, he wasn't weird about it. He was just Sam. Castiel turned back to Dean. "Well now that he knows.. maybe I could sleep over tonight.." Castiel pleaded, looking lovingly into Dean's eyes. "I see no reason why not to." Dean smiled.