Eleven minutes straight.
Acually not that straight.
Acually totaly gay as unicorn running on rainbow, eating butterflies and pooping sparkles.
Eleven totaly gay minutes, thay was time how long Dean and Cas been staring at eachother, over their breakfasts, and Dean over newspapers he was reading, thinking Sam wont notice.
But sam did.
And he was sick of it.
Dean and Cas pretending they don't stared eachother with sex eyes, that they don't strip eachother with lustfull looks. Totaly not wanting to fuck eachother.
Noo. Dean was too busy denying that sexual tension between him and ex-angel.
And Sam totaly wasn't fine with this shit. Nope. He was so done.
He sighed as he looked from Dean on Cas, and from Cas on Dean. Small smile was on Castiel's lips and Dean's smile was bigger then Castiel's. Sam groaned and got up.
"Just fucking make out and fuck in bed! I'm leaving into library!" He shot up and left blushing hunter and confused Cas behind.
And they did as Sam said.
Sam swore it was worse then when they were eyefucking.
Since you can't hear eyefucking in middle of a night.
