Remember

Castiel

Weeks passed. Dean and I spent much of his free time together. We had our first fight as well. It saddened me that Dean hid our relationship. I confronted him one day and it erupted into a fight. That was the only night I spent in the guest room.

I got a job waiting tables at Harvelle's Roadhouse. Dean was good friends with Ellen. Almost like family. She agreed to pay me under the table since I didn't technically exist. Ellen's daughter, Jo and I became good friends. Several times I thought about telling her about Dean and I. I always ended up thinking about the night I spent alone after our fight, and decided against telling Jo.

I never told Sam or Dean that Kevin's contract still stood. I didn't understand what Lucifer wanted me to do. So, I continued to love Dean. How my love for him could grow even more... I didn't know.

Late one night, Sam was at his friends house spending the night. Dean and I had the house to ourselves. We laid across the couch, Dean held me in his arms. We watched one movie, but halfway through the second one, we became distracted. We ended up kissing and groping on the couch. Time was lost until we heard someone in the living room. Dean jerked his head up trying to cover up what we were doing. I couldn't see who it was, without turning completely around, but I knew immediately.
"Sam!" Dean exclaimed. With that, I was shoved off the couch and landed on the floor with a thud. I was finally able to look. Sam stood in the doorway looking awkward.
"Uh, hey, Dean. Hey, Cas. Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt. My friend got in trouble so I had to go home. I'll just go to my room."
"Shit!" Dean yelled when when Sam was gone.
"Dean..." I tried saying.
"Well he knows now."
"Dean, so what if he knows? It's fine. It really is." I begged. "Come on let's go to bed and we can talk to him in the morning."
"Okay."

I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. The smell of bacon drifted through the house. Making my way to the kitchen, I found both Sam and Dean making breakfast. There was a deafening silence between them.
"Hey."
"Hey, Castiel." Sam said. Dean stayed quiet.
"Waffles and sausage for breakfast?" I asked looking at Dean, mentally telling him to look at me. Almost like he really could read my mind, he turned around placing a plate in front me, pausing before turning back.
I tried getting them to talk some more but my attempts were futile.
"Look. Sam, Dean. We obviously need to talk about this. Dean, I don't understand why you're so scared to admit what Sam obviously already knows from last night!" I blurt out.

"I just, don't want Sam to think less of me for this..." Dean said quietly.

"Dean, I don't. I've known for a while now actually. You guys are really bad at keeping secrets. I hear you at night, and you guys are always touching and looking at each other in some way or another! Dean it's fine to... You know, to be gay... You're my big brother. You've spent your entire life protecting me. You deserve happiness. And with Castiel, you have it."
A light seemed to go off in Dean's head.
"Really?"
"Yes, Dean."
"Thanks Sam."
"Yes, thank you Sam. Maybe now, Dean won't be afraid to hold my hand." I joke trying to ease the tension.