Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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×Sam POV×

I had been better.
After Lucifer rose, the bloodlust had just been like a distant craving in the back of my head.
I had only been aware of it when I intentionally checked if it was in fact still there.

One second you're a person and in the next you're basically no better than a vampire.
Just the way Satan wanted you to be.

When those demons had showed up at the motel, I just hadn't been able to resist the urge anymore. I had missed the feeling of the thick, hellish liquid running through my veins and with the first drop on my tongue I had known that I would empty them both.

If Angie hadn't thrown herself in the way, I would've happily drained every single one of Famines demons too. I didn't even get the chance to thank her yet, to ask if she could maybe try her magic on me to ease this fantom feeling of starvation.

Because that's what this was: a false sensation. I'd live if I didn't get more blood. It just really didn't feel that way.
"Where is Angie?"

"Dunno, she's resting, I guess.", Dean mumbled.
He was sitting across from me with a beer. He has been observing me ever since we came back, probably fearing that I'd jump up and run out to get my next blood dosis.
And he wasn't wrong.

"Did something happen between you two?", I asked, then decided that I might need to be more specific since something seemed to happen all the time between them. "I mean, more than usual."

Dean was just frozen in place, his eyes focused on the beer in his hands. He didn't move, didn't answer but his eyes flicked upwards to gauge me.

I knew that he was wondering if I'd bring up the lie again because it had become a pointless and redundant ritual that I reminded him every single day that he should just tell her and then he usually cussed or threw stuff at me.

"No.", he answered quietly with a scoff.

"Dean."

"It was your idea.", he said, although it had the same tonality and possibly the same meaning as 'it was your fault'.

"Care to elaborate?"

"You said that Angie needed, uhm, physical warmth, so I- We were just..", he made a random gesture with his hand that means exactly nothing. Oh no, they better did not.

This was the situation from the storage Hall where we chased the Djinn all over again.

"While I was in the bathroom tied to the radiator?!” I cried. My shocked voice carried around the tiled kitchen with a tone of what sounded like displeasure and Castiel shot me a confused look.
"You guys are unbelievable- no, you're even shameless."

“Okay,” Dean soothed, looking a little taken aback by my reaction before sipping his beer. "We didn't go there, we were just cuddling and uhm..."
His words got gradually quieter so I couldn't even understand the last word.

"You were just cuddling and what? Tell me, Dean.", I urged, half laughing.
It was absurd, how he was embarrassed of his feelings when it came to Angie.

"Kissing."
He said it like a confession.
I've heard him talking about people he killed in a less bothered way.
Somehow, I would've expected worse.

I was still traumatized from all the times he tried bragging into excruciating detail about his bar hook ups and I would've bribed him with pie or beer but I had to remind myself that to him, everything Angie-related wasn't on the same spectrum:
To Dean one kiss from her valued more than all the women before.
And that probably scared the shit out of him, even if he'd never admit that.