Don't you remember? -A Destiel ff

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Castiel, who was still sitting in the backseat glanced at Dean with empty eyes, seeming totally broken and destroyed before he finally disappeared leaving nothing but cold air and a quiet swoosh-Sound.

"What the hell, Dean?" ,Sam bursted out. "What is wrong with you lately? You're acting so weird."
Dean wasn't talking. It was this silence again. This choking silence. Sam hated it, but he couldn't change it.
When the sign 'Colorado' finally showed up on the right side of the Highway, Dean stopped at a gas station in the city.
"Wait inside, Sammy."
Dean left the car and walked a few foot until he picked out his phone and dialed a number. Apparently he didn't want Sam to hear anything Dean was talking, but his little brother understood every word.

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"Yeah, it's me" ,he whispered into the phone.
"You know, I told you it'd be just a one time thing. I don't even know how it happened."
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"Did you...like..." ,he sighed heavily and mumbled the last part "catch feelings or something...?"
--pause--
"Great, so everything's all fine."
--long pause--
"Well. If you won't speak..."
--long pause--
"But it'll never work. I just can't."
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"You don't understand-..."
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"So what is it?!"
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"THE WHAT?!"
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"What do you mean?!"
--long pause--
"Son of a bitch!"
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"No no! I didn't mean-...I just-..."
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"Wait no. What's with the-...hello?! Cas?! CASSIE!"
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Did Sam just hear right? It was Cas talking with Dean like this?

Dean sighed loudly as he put his phone back into his jacket pocket and walked back to the car. He brushed through his hair before he sat on the drivers seat and let the engine roll.
Sam decided not to talk to him about this kinda subject. But the more he thought about it, the more he actually started to think that this whole thing wasn't even surprising.
He knew his brother for a very long time and he likes to fuck everyone, who isn't on the tree by three. It wasn't surprising at all that he'd go so far with a guy...or an angel...

After the brothers checked into an old crappy motel they went for the local police office in their FBI suits.
"Sheriff ..." Dean checked the name tag on the sheriffs clothes. "Smith. I am Agent Kose and this is Agent Niederberger." Both, Sam and Dean, showed their fake ID's as their fake came up. "We're from the FBI and liked to get some information about the case 'Jeremy Hunker'"
The sheriff was in his early 40's, he had a big belly and was maximum 5'6" tall. His sheriff clothes were pretty dirty, probably because he hadn't washed them for a few days.
He seemed very uninterested, but as Dean brought the case up he looked disgusting.
"Ya', right. That weird fetish guy, who ate his boday. Gross, blurk" ,he started acting like he was about to throw up. "I was there...it was yeah, y'know...gross. You guys wan' a muffin?" He gripped a box of chocolate muffins with cream as a topping and offered the two boys some.
Sam held his hand as a polite decline gesture, but Dean took one and shoved it into his mouth. Of course with the judging glare of Sams'. The officer himself took one and also shoved it all at once into his big mouth.
"So you wanna see the corpse?" ,the chief asked with a full mouth.
"Yes, please." ,Dean answered, also with a full mouth. Sam continued watching him with the judge look, Dean just shrugged and took another muffin as soon as the both turned their backs to him.

"Y'know. I'm working here for 20 years and I've never seen anything like that."
"I don't think most people do" ,joked Dean.  
"Would you please give us some alone time, me and my partner"
"Ehrnn...sur" The policemen gave them the dead man's folders and disappeared through the only door, which leads to the office we came from.
When the sheriff left, Sam went straight to the paperwork, while Dean was observing the body.
"Yeah. This is very gross." ,he said while biting in his muffin.
Sam glanced disgusted over to Dean, but kept going with his researching.
"Hm...I don't think he ate himself." ,the moose started. "He literally bit parts of flesh out of his body, but there were no remarks of his own particles in his stomach."
"So he didn't swallow. What a bitch."
"Dean. Could you be serious? Like for one time?"
"Woah, what's going on with you?"
"What's going on with me? You're the one who fucked our best friend and dumped him right after."
"Cas?! I didn't fuck Cas!"
"What?"
"You thought I fucked Cas?!?"
"It all seemed so obvious...."
"What do you mean with obvious?!" ,Dean got louder with every sentence.
"I mean the staring, the weird talk in the car and the call...?"
"You listened to the call? You bitch!"
"We can't keep things from each other!"
"This was private!"
"We're brothers!"

Dean let this sentence sink in. Silence. An awful silence.

Sam started the conversation more careful and quietly: "So was it about Cas?"
"Of course not!" ,Dean answered with more pressure in his voice than usual.
"You know I wouldn't have a problem with that...with you being bi."
"Bi what?" ,Dean raised his eyebrow and opened his mouth.
"Bisexual?"
"That a disease?"
"Dean? Are you serious?" ,Sam chuckled. "It's when you swing in both ways."
"That a thing?"
"You can't be serious!"
He shrugged. "Hm. Didn't know that one"
"Are you?"
"No!" It sounded more unsure than convincing. Dean didn't even once consider being attracted to the male. Well, that was half true.

Dean always knew he wasn't gay. He was 100% attracted to the female body. But the thought of maybe being bisexual never really crossed his mind.

"Well...okay!" Sam's voice seemed kind of disappointing. Dean should be free to tell him everything, he was his brother. Plus he kind of wanted a thing between Cas and Dean. He didn't know why, but he just wanted it to work.