Based on this post by @destieldrabblesdaily~
The spell hits Sam seconds before Dean knocks the witch out with a blow to the back of the head.
Sam stumbles back, hand to his chest, coughing. Dean turns to him, frantic. Cas takes an extra second to ensure that the witch really is out cold, then he too looks at Sam with concern.
Sam coughs again and shakes his head. He drags his palm down his face and shakes his head again, as if to clear it out.
āIām fine, Iām fine,ā he assures Dean and Cas. He breathes in deeply and looks up at his brother and the now-former angel. As usual, Cas is standing less than a foot behind Dean, so close that anyone seeing them would think⦠well.Ā āJust friendsā arenāt always up in each otherās space like that.
Also as usual, Dean looks completely at ease with Cas being so close. Anyone else, Sam knows, would get a gruffĀ āpersonal space, dudeā, and Dean shuffling away to at least armās length. Not Cas.
And as always, Sam heaves a mental sigh that Dean and Cas still donāt have their shit together.
Except this time, thatās not all he does.
āYou know, you two should really just kiss already,ā Sam says. His eyes go wide.
He didnāt mean to say that.
Dean looks stunned. Cas pulls back from Dean suddenly, like heād been burned, expression a mix of fear and shock.
āWhat,ā Dean croaks flatly, not daring to look back at Cas.
āYou two should kiss,ā Sam repeats, too shocked to even try to shut himself up. āThe tension between you two is unbearable and Iām sick of watching you dance around each other.
āI⦠weāre not-ā Cas says, glancing at Dean uncertainly.
āSam, shut it,ā Dean snaps, hustling forward while studiously not-lookingĀ at Cas. He grabs Sam by the arm and makes as if to march him towards the stairs, but Sam doesnāt want to move.
āYou are,ā he says.Ā āHave been for years. It would be hilarious if it wasnāt so-ā Sam makes a sweeping gesture with his hands, unable to find a word for what Dean and Cas are so.Ā āBut itās you two, and I want you both to be happy, and it kills me that neither of you see. Dean never sees it when Cas stares and Cas never notices Dean checking him out and thatās the status quo and I have to deal with you both PININGĀ over something you could HAVEĀ if one of you would just get your head out of your ass and-ā
āThatās enough, Sam,ā Dean says, head bowed so Sam canāt see his expression.Ā āLetās find her fucking spellbook, burn the damn thing, and get you back home. Just⦠shut up.ā
āIāve seriously considered just locking you two in a closet. Or a room. With a Ā bed,ā Sam rambles, unable to stop himself and some part of him relishing the ability to finally let it all out.Ā āOr getting both of you drunk enough to talkĀ about yourĀ feelings-ā
āWhat kind of spell did she hit you with,ā Dean mutters.Ā āThere a spell forĀ ācrazyā?ā
āIām not-ā Sam starts hotly.
Dean and Sam both turn to look at Cas, who is studying Dean intently, a questioning, hopeful look on his face. Sam hears Dean take a fortifying breath, hears it as it shudders in Deanās lungs.
āThe spell the witch cast is a truth spell. It should wear off shortly, as there wasnāt much power behind it. If we burn her book, I doubt sheāll trouble anyone again.ā Casās expression grows more intense, eyes laser focused on Dean.Ā āBut if you and I could⦠talkĀ for a moment?ā
Itās not really a request. Dean nods anyway, almost unconsciously.
āYeah. Yeah, letās-ā Dean clears his throat.Ā āSam, burn the book and meet us back at the car.ā
Thatās not a request either. Sam would protest, except all he can think of isĀ āfinallyā.
Well, that and one other thing.
āJust please not in the backseat, I sleepĀ there sometimes.ā