Operation make Dean jealous

Two.

The bunker was a welcome sight after two days of hunting vampires in Illinois. The Winchester brothers, covered in a gruesome mix of blood, dirt, and vampire guts, tossed their bags onto the nearest table with a collective sigh of relief. They both needed a hot shower and some downtime.

With minimal conversation, they went their separate ways to their respective bathrooms, each seeking solace in the soothing embrace of steaming water. The sounds of running showers soon filled the bunker, washing away the grime of their latest hunt.

After his long, hot shower, Sam emerged from the bathroom feeling refreshed. He quickly dressed in his usual attire— jeans, a plaid shirt, and his trusty brown boots. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and he ran a hand through it to push it back.

As Sam made his way through the bunkers dimly lit hallway, he nearly collided with Dean, who had surfaced from his room. Dean was dressed in nothing but a sleek black robe, his damp hair tousled, and his expression mildly annoyed.

"Where are you headed off to?" Dean inquired, a hint of curiosity in his voice as he eyed his freshly dressed brother.

Sam shrugged nonchalantly. "Dinner. I told Cas I would meet up with him when we got back."

Dean's jaw clenched tightly at the mention of Castiel. He had hoped for a quiet evening with Sam, but it seemed his plans had been foiled. He muttered under his breath, "let me go put some pants on—"

But Sam interrupted him before he could retreat to his room. "That's okay," with a casual grin he adds, "It's just going to be the two of us. If you don't mind."

Dean's reaction was immediate. He clenched his jaw tighter, his irritation clear. "I got better stuff to do anyway," he muttered through gritted teeth, then turned on his heel and marched back to his room. The door slammed shut behind him with a loud thud.

A few moments later, Dean poked his head out of his room again, his voice echoing through the bunker. "Don't you dare touch my car!" he yelled, his tone gruff, before slamming the door once more.

Sam chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Maybe, just maybe, this evening would be the tipping point for Dean, the nudge he needed to admit his feelings for Castiel. Sam was determined to keep pushing his brothers buttons until Dean couldn't deny the truth any longer.

***

The quaint diner was a haven of low light and nostalgia, with old vinyl records decorating the walls and a jukebox playing soft tunes in the background. Sam and Castiel had secured a table near the window, a classic 50s-style checkered tablecloth adorning their corner.

Sam sat on one side, quietly munching on a salad, while Castiel occupied the other side of the table, his untouched plate of burger and fries before him. His angelic gaze remained fixed on Sam, curiosity flickering in his deep blue eyes.

"You should've seen him," Sam began, breaking the silence as he speared a cherry tomato. "I think hell break any time now."

Castiel tilted his head, considering Sams words. "Or perhaps this is a waste of time—"

"Dean has been pining for years," Sam interjected, determination in his voice. "He hasn't had a single hookup since you brought him back from hell, Cas. And don't get me started on the way he looks at you." It makes Sam want to puke up his salad.

Before Castiel could respond, a familiar sound of a chair sliding across the checkered floor reached their ears. Dean, clad in his usual leather jacket, casually joined them at the table for two, settling in next to Castiel. His presence disrupted the conversation like a sudden storm.

"The way who looks at who?" Dean inquired, arching an eyebrow, his voice a curious drawl.

Sam, ever the strategist, sidestepped Dean's question and focused on the more pressing matter. "What are you doing here? Did you—did you follow me?"

Dean shrugged, a mischievous glint in his green eyes. He reached for Castiel's plate of untouched burger and fries, sliding it closer to himself. "There's only so much Scooby-Doo a man can watch in one night." He mumbled, smirking at Sam. "You're not the only ones who get to have fun."

As Dean dug into the burger with gusto, Castiel watched the exchange between the brothers with bemusement. It seemed that this dinner was becoming a battleground of emotions, hidden desires, and unspoken words.

Sam winked at the angel when Dean went off to get a beer as to say, 'I told you so.'

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