What the Righteous Man Wanted (1 of 3)

Chapter Three

And so began their relationship, their twisted, beautiful, messy relationship. They have always been Dean and Cas, Cas and Dean. Never would you find one without the other, and never would you want to. Without Cas, Dean is arrogant. He is reckless, and without Dean, Cas is blunt. He is heartless. They round each other out. They soften the edges and sharpen the pudge. They level each other. They better each other. They've been together all their lives, since the beginning of creation, but never have they been together like this. Sure, they've never been these sweating palms or these frantic lips, these broken cries for more, but they've always needed each other. They've always been everything the other ever needed, a best friend, a brother, a confident, someone to beat at Call of Duty, but they've never known how much they needed this until the sweating palms and the frantic lips becomes all that they have. Dean needs Cas in his entirety, every damn blink, breath, and smile.

Which is precisely why he's freaking out. Dean's never before needed someone to love, only someone to fuck, and here he is, thinking of Cas every single moment.

"Hey, Dean," Sam calls, startling him out of these thoughts. He is sitting at a picnic table in the yard of the high school. Dean's head is still spinning from all that that night was, and his dorky brother is jogging towards him, a dopey grin on his face.

"Sammy," Dean says, smiling and waving to his little brother. Sam takes a seat next to Dean on the bench.

"Where's Cas?" Sam asks, and Dean's face heats before he can stop it.

"How should I know?" Dean asks with a defensive shrug.

"I don't know. You're always together. I just thought you might know," Sam says, reaching into his backpack and pulling out an apple.

"Well, I don't." Dean left that night and has avoided Cas since. His window has been locked for the past three nights, and Sam doesn'tknow. Dean fears that, should Sam find out his big brother was fooling around with a dude, he would find him repulsive, find in himself the disappointment Dean has always been accustomed to. "What do you need him for anyway?"

"I wanted to thank him," Sam says, that dopey grin coming back full force around the chunk of apple in his mouth. "He said he'd put in a good word for me with a girl he's been tutoring, and last period she asked me to get a milkshake with her after school." Sam is practically giggling. Dean barks out a laugh.

"You go, Sammy!" He cheers, reaching a hand out and rustling Sam's shaggy hair.

"Dean," he groans, leaning away from his older brother, cheeks heating. After the blush subsides, he speaks again. "Would you mind driving us?"

"Course not. So what's her name?" Dean asks, still grinning at his brother. Sam's eyes brighten immediately.

"Her name is Jessica, and she's awesome." Sam's grin comes back, fully doting now. Dean represses the urge to roll his eyes.

"Hey, guys," a voice says, coming up on and sitting across from Dean. Dean goes rigid at the sound, his face heating as he remembers kissing him yet again.

"Cas," Sam says excitedly, turning away from Dean to gush to Cas about his new girlfriend. "Thank you so much for talking to Jessica! She wants to go out for milkshakes later!" Cas lets out a laugh that makes Dean's blush rise higher.

"That's wonderful, Sam. I told her only the truth." Sam grins at Cas a moment longer before turning back to Dean, but his gaze goes right over him.

"There she is," he mutters, so Dean turns to follow the gaze of his baby brother's sights. What he sees is a willowy girl with long blonde curls and a sweet smile aimed straight for Sam.