at first, sam thought it was just a coincidence. cas walking out of dean’s room, fiddling with his tie as he left. the angel almost bumped into sam as he made his way towards the library, and there was a hint of a flush on cas’ face as he said hello before he quickly disappeared.
sam watched cas as he walked away, filing the information away for later.
but it happened again and again and again. sam often caught cas sneaking out of dean’s room, adjusting his tie or fixing his trenchcoat. and it didn’t take long for sam to put two and two together.
dean and cas were sleeping together.
they had to be. although why the need for the secrecy, sam didn’t know. it wasn’t like he was oblivious to the looks the two of them had been giving each other for years now. in fact, sam was damn glad they’d finally done something about it, because the incessant pining had become unbearable.
so when a case came up that needed a gay couple to go undercover, sam immediately pushed the computer towards dean. “you and cas can handle this, right?”
dean looked down at the computer, slightly horrified, before he darted his eyes up to sam in a panic. “why would cas and I handle this? what would possibly make us fit for this job? you and cas could easily handle this one, too.”
just then, cas walked into the room, hands full with a mug of tea for himself and a cup of coffee for dean; which he placed conveniently into dean’s hand before settling down next to him. “I heard my name. what’s going on?”
sam cocked his head, gesturing at the laptop with his thumb. “I thought you and dean could handle this one,” sam said.
cas looked at the screen and froze, his eyes darting nervously towards dean before a flush creeped along his cheeks. “why? I’m sure dean doesn’t want to do a case like that with me.”
“what?” sam asked, darting his eyes back and forth between dean and cas in confusion.
dean picked up his cup of coffee; mostly as a distraction.
“why wouldn’t you? since the two of you are already sleeping together,” sam stated.
there was a sharp cough before dean choked on his coffee. taking a few rattling breaths, dean managed to gasp out, “we’re what?”
“sleeping together. cmon, it’s obvious. I’ve known for weeks,” sam said, giving dean a look that clearly said that dean was the crazy one here.
“cas and i… we’re not… we haven’t… we’ve never…”
“we’re not together,” cas mumbled, darting his eyes down to his mug of tea.
“you’re not?” sam asked.
dean shook his head rapidly, even though his eyes darted over to cas and lingered.
“then why is cas always sneaking out of your room and fixing his clothes?” sam said in surprise.
cas looked up, meeting dean’s eyes. “we watch movies together in dean’s room, usually on his bed. I guess I hadn’t realized I was fixing my clothes after I left…”
dean coughed, tearing his eyes away from cas. “it’s just movie night. not like cas wants more anyway,” dean said, mumbling the last part into his coffee.
cas swiveled around, looking at dean with a sharp look of surprise… and hope. “you want more?” he whispered.
dean slowly moved his eyes away from the coffee and towards cas, giving him a small shrug. “maybe I do.”
“maybe I do, too,” cas replied, leaning closer into dean’s space.
“oh for the love of god. so you two aren’t sleeping together?” sam asked, looking back and forth between his dumbass brother and their ridiculous best friend.
“we aren’t…” cas started to say, even as his eyes flickered down to linger on dean’s mouth.
“but we are now,” dean finished the sentence, closing the gap to kiss cas.
sam sighed, pushing away from the table as dean’s hands found their way to cas’ tie. if sam thought cas had looked rumpled before, he certainly didn’t want to wait and see how disheveled cas would look now that he and dean were actually together.
Summary: After Sam woke Y/N, & Dean up early for an early morning, unfortunate events lead to a long morning.
The alarm clock and Sam's voice was all that could be heard when I woke up. I didn't even hear the birds chirping or the cars moving on the street, the only thing I heard was Sam.
The motel room was completely dark when I opened my eyes. I had slept on that couch that night needing some sleep of my own. The couch seemed more appealing for a night of sleep then Dean stealing the covers and kicking all night.
Leaning over the head of the couch I could barely see Dean waking up, Sam was hovered over next to him poking at his shoulder. Dean finally woke up, but not before pushing Sam leaving him to fall into his own bed.
Sam got off his bed and began to turn the lamp on near Dean's side. Deans eyes winced as he began to sit up and I could already see Dean looking at me from across the room. Dean sighed and pushed Sam's shoulders back pointing my way.
"Oh great job Sammy, see you woke Y/N up." Pushing the hair out of his eyes, Dean got up out of his bed and made his way towards me. Slowly walking over to the couch, Dean turns back to look at Sam opening the blinds.
"Dean you can't run away from me while I'm still trying to talk to you." Sam continues to clean up the motel room while Dean rolls his eyes.
Finally making his way towards the couch Dean sits down on the makeshift bed, laughing when it squeaked. Dean sat on off the couch again and repeated the same actions he did before leaving me to bounce with every sit. After awhile it started to become annoying and I wanted nothing more for him to stop.
"Dean stop your giving me a headache." Rolling over so that my face was smushed in the pillow, I put my hands over my ears.
"Oh, what's the matter sweetheart you got a headache?" Nodding towards him Dean leans back further onto the couch so that his back is fully against it. Turning the tv on Dean leaves on repeats of general hospital and begins to rub my back. Practically almost falling asleep again Dean interrupts my thoughts.
"Wait a minute, Sammy why'd you wake us up anyways?" Waiting for a response from Sam the bathroom door open. There was Sam already dressed and in his suit hanging up the phone with someone.
"I got us a new lead that's why. Remember that girl Cathy, and how her parents went missing off that bridge, well there's more to the story that gives in. Were supposed to meet with Cathy at-" Looking at his watch Sam turns and looks our way "-7:30."
Groaning to myself I wanted nothing more then to not go on this case. By the looks of it, it was already 6 o'clock and I needed at least a full hour to get ready. For some reasons I knew I was feeling off already. Waking up with a headache, moodiness, wanting to lie in bed, I knew that something was wrong.
Dean rolled over on the couch leaning into my side. Putting his head on my stomach, Dean starts to hide himself in my blankets. "7:30, Sam that wayy to early, why were you up that early talking to that girl anyways? Does my little brother have a crush?" Moving his eyes in a curious way, Dean looks at me then back to Sam.
Sam looks between both Dean and I, and begins to grab his stuff. "Come on guys, you get ready I'll get breakfast." Finally all agreeing on something we all start to get up. Sam finally leaves the motel room and the door slams.
"Ughhh fine Sam I'll getting ready." Dragging my bunny clad slippers across the tile floor, I made my way into the bathroom. I could already hear Dean laughing at me for the way I dragged my feet and carried the blanket with me to the bathroom.
Dean and I started to get ready together switching between the bathroom and bedroom. I started to apply my makeup on when the first cramp came my way making me drop my brush. Dean noticed, and came my way. "You sure your okay sweetheart?" Nodding I turn my head back to the mirror.
The motel room door opens and Sam comes in with two white bags. "Now listen they had 2 bagels, and 2 dounts so I got both of those and sandwiches." Looking at the time I couldnt even believe any place was open. I was still was in shock at how Sam got all 3 of us to wake up that early.
Sitting at the dining room table in the motel the three of us all eat our food. Sam had the sandwich, Dean eat half a bagel and muffins with a sandwich, while I finished Dean's other half of food. The boys and I continued to talk speaking about the case and any possible threats. Sam and Dean finished cleaning up our mess from last night while I finished getting ready.
Grabbing the high heels from my suitcase I knew it was too late. Bending down I could feel all the cramps going through my body. Taking a container of tylenol, heels, and my overnight bag to the bathroom I was complete. Leaving all of my stuff on the counter I knew I wasn't okay. The never stopping cramps and the headache that lingered was bothering me and I started to wondering if I could miss this one case.
Stepping out of the bathroom I turned to the boys. There they were both doing the total opposite of one another. Dean was lying on his bed partly falling asleep while Sam sat at the table reading . Sam looked at me and knew something was wrong.
"Y/N are you okay, you look kinda pale?" Joining Sam at the kitchen table I slump in my seat.
"Yeah, erhhh well no?" Huffing into my chair I brought my hands into my head towards the table. Sam scoots closer and begins to inspect my face.
"What happened?" Rubbing my arm Sam starts to close his laptop and look near the bathroom towards my makeup bag seeing all my items everywhere.
"That-" pointing to the tylenol bottle, I spoke again. "That happend Sam. That horrible, horrible thing that happens once a month, and I hate it. I just wanna go to bed." Whinning I began to take the bottle into my hands. Realizing I was acting like a baby I began to move away from Sam. Sam noticed and took the bottle out of my hands and held them instead.
"Y/N it's okay to feel that way, I'm sorry I woke you up I didnt know you were feeling good" Smiling I looked up at Sam, he always knew the right things to say.
"Its okay, I wanna go on the case but I dont feel good." My eyes started to tear and I began to take my heels off. I guess the dropping sounds of my shoes woke Dean up because the minute he dropped he leaned up straight.
"Whats happening! Since when do you guys talk so loud?" Dean sits up and straightens his coat before putting it on.
"Come on we got a case to solve Dean let's go." Sam motions for Dean to get up and walks towards me. Sam grabs the dount bag before placing it infront of my eyes.
"That's for you. Go lay down relax and eat dounts." Laughing I look at Sam and thank him moving towards the couch. Of course the minute I sat down the springs on the bed popped up.
"Wait a minute sunshine, why arent you coming with us?" Dean looks at Sam who gives me the blanket from the bed. Dean looks between the two of us with curiosity.
"She doesnt feel good Dean just leave it." Dean puts his hands up and walks in the bathroom to brush his teeth. I watch as Sam puts his shoes on and switches out his ids. Sam gets all of his things and asks me to tell Dean he was outside.
Muttering under his breathe Dean huffs "Where'd he go?" Pointing to the door Dean starts his line of curses at Sammy.
"Call me if you need me, ok?" Nodding Dean and I exchange goodbye while he walks out door. The last thing I heard was the door locking before I passed out of exustaion. In one way I felt bad letting the boys go alone, but I was doing them a favor they could use some bonding time.
I didnt know what time it was when I woke up all I could remember where the lingering cramps I felt and the presence of Sam and Dean.
"Dude shut up, shes sleeping." I could assume that it was Dean saying those words. I could hear Dean's footsteps coming closer to the couch because he shut the tv off. I knew it was Dean's footsteps coming closer because of the way he stepped. Sam walked with caution trying to be quiet with each long step he took, while Dean stomped his feet taking shorter strides.
Opening my eyes I realized the room was now completely dark. I didnt know what time it was but I could hear the rain hitting the shutters outside and someone getting out of the shower. Looking at the tv I had seen that 6 hours had passed since the boys left. The room was quiet now besides from the shower noise and the smell of take out. At this point the rain had been beaming on the motel window, the wind moving the power lines with each move.
The shower had finally stopped and the bathroom door opened. There stood Dean with a towel wrapped around his waist walking to his suitcase. He must of not notice that I was awake yet because by the time I crawled around the top couch to say hello he almost dropped his towel.
"Jesus Y/N you cant wake up from the dead like that." Rolling my eyes at his remark, Dean collected the plaid pajamas pants and grey t shirt from his suitcase and went back to the bathroom.
"Where's Sam?" I called from the bathroom. I wondered where the youngest brother was seeing as I had heard his name before, but now he was gone.
Yelling from the bathroom Dean stopped brushing his teeth and opened the door. "He went on a date" Gasping when the words came out of his mouth Dean laughed. I couldnt belive Sam had went on a date. It had been the first "date" I had known of since Jessica and I couldnt of been happier for him.
"Well dont seemed so surprised Sunshine, my brother has moves." Standing up from the couch I walked to in the bathroom with Dean watching as his shaved his face. Sitting on the toliet seat I watched in curiosity as Dean shaved his face.
"Can I try?" Pausing what he was doing Dean stopped to look at me. Pointing the blade my way Dran brought the shaving cream to his hand.
"You wanna try shaving my face?" Dean held the blade in his hand waiting until I gave an awnser. Nodding my head I began to stand up pointing for Dean to sit on the lid. Mumbling to himself Dean starts to complain, "I cant belive I'm letting you do this."
Taking the blade from his hand I start to outline Dean's face with shaving cream. Dean shutters from the cold, but just holds onto his legs. I could already tell Dean was nervous when I brought the blade to his face because he was already inching away. Sighing to myself I placed the blade back on the counter. "Dean you know I wont hurt you."
Laughing Dean leans back to his position placing my hands on top of the blade again. Dean begins to look around at everything besides me. The shower curtain, tile floor, my slippers, the granite countertop, the mirror, and then finally he looks my way giving me the nod of approval. "I know, I just never had anyone else do this before, I trust you sweetheart."
Smiling at the nickname I began to put a hand on Dean's shoulder and lean closer to his face. In all honesty it was a lot easier then I thought. I could of sworn that I cut him a couple of times, but when the shaving cream was off he was clean like a baby.
Grabbing a washcloth from under the sink I began to run it under the water for Dean's face. Dean and I had been in this position before, believe it or not. Standing close to one anothers embrace cleaning up eachother wounds. Out of all the scenarios I could think of this had to be the most intimate. Even when we would clean up wounds we still held affection, and protection around eachother. But standing in the bathroom (no one hurt) while the two of us laugh and deeply focus on one another was something elese.
After wiping away the cream from Dean's face, he grabs my hand and holds it for a moment. Letting out a soft thank you, I smile and motion for him to get up. Dean followed me to the couch and there we sat watching old re runs of our favorite 80s movies. Towards the end of the night Dean and I practically fell asleep, the ambience of the rain and the darkness of the motel added to the perfect sleepy weather.
By time Sam came home he was already confused. The motel room was pitch black and when he tried calling both of our names, there was no awnsers. Putting the kitchen light on Sam looked around the room searching for Dean and I. Finally landing his eyesight on the two of us, Sam smiled. There layed both Dean and I cuddled into one another's arms wrapped in a blanket. Sam shut the kitchen light off and headed into the bathroom thinking about how well his date went and how his two best friends were finally making a move
I may like a ship where the OTP are friendly and sweet and generally nice to each other. But..... What I truly love is a messed up couple that makes no sense and has no chance of ever getting together with a lot of emotional baggage and issues and they tried to kill each other at least once!
I just finished season 14 and I’m convinced that season 15 was supposed to end with Dean getting Cas out of the empty. They totally set it up with Nick’s attempt to bring Lucifer back so it would’ve been possible. Cas even left a bloody handprint on Dean. All the pieces were there. And we could have had two episodes of Dean working out his feelings for Cas in the aftermath of the confession. It could have been something great y’all and I am real bitter about it.
thinking of when Jensen ackles was the king of bacchaus and everyone came back to school after Ash Wednesday swearing he made eyes at them… but I KNOW we had a moment
