This was not real. This was all just a dream and he will wake up right about now. Dean blinked. ‘It couldn’t possibly be him… Right?! Oh my god, please say this isn’t real.’ Dean was officially panicking. ‘Please say he did NOT just kiss Castiel’s fucking BROTHER.’ Oh god, he could feel himself turning white as a sheet as he stared at his ex-lover.
Castiel, on the other hand, just gave him a quick once over before turning back Balthazar. It was as if he didn’t even remember him! Did Dean really mean nothing to Cas, even after all they’ve been through. He knew he wasn’t hard to get over but this… It wasn’t as though Cas was over him, it felt more like Cas had never been with him in the first place. And honestly, that hurt a fucking lot.
Maybe Dean hadn’t made a mistake after all..
Maybe, Cas just hadn’t felt what Dean had felt all those years ago…
No. He knew what they had was real. But did Cas even remember that feeling?
What was Dean supposed to do now?
Dean blinked in realization.
Wait a minute. Why the hell did Michael say yes to him if he was Castiel’s brother!? Didn’t Cas even tell his family about him?! Had Dean run his mouth about Cas to Sam and Bobby… Only to find out he was Castiel’s dirty secret! Okay, now he felt hurt and offended. He had spent the last 6 years mooning over someone who didn’t even tell his loved ones about him!
When Dean focused back into reality, he took in the exact moment Cas took hold of Balthazar’s shirt and kissed him smack on the lips.
If Dean thought a knife to his heart was painful, then this was an understatement.
Dean felt like he was gonna be sick. He felt his stupid tears pushing at the back of his eyes and a ball of angst in his throat.
No. Abso-fucking-lutely not. Dean was not going to lose to this game. Cas wanted to play? Oh, he had no idea just what he had gotten himself into. He was gonna make Castiel pay for this.
He looked at Michael, who stared back at him in return. Dean ignored the fact that Michael had a similar look of realization in his eyes.
If Michael knows something, he’s apparently not going to say it anytime soon.
Time to play the Game. “He’s your brother?”
Michael’s eyes flickered to Castiel then looked back at Dean with a slightly softer look.
“Yeah, that’s him.”
Dean just slightly nodded and pulled Michael closer to him, shifting slightly to kiss the guy properly. He now knew why everything seemed so familiar about Michael, he reminded Dean of Castiel. But he wasn’t Cas and he was missing the special thing about Cas that Dean loved, the exact shade of Blue in his eyes.
No. Dean was not going to think about this anymore, not now. Not when he knew Castiel never felt the way he felt.
God, he hated himself even more than ever. It doesn’t help that kissing Michael only made the guilt worse.
Though, if he had paid any attention to Michael when they began kissing, he would have felt the slight hesitation Michael gave off before kissing him fully once more.
Dean, back to playing his little game with Castiel, bit at Michael’s bottom lip, very pleased when Michael opened his mouth and allowed his tongue in. Dean could definitely get lost in his mouth.
Dean could tell the exact moment Sammy saw Castiel and recognized him when he decided to bruised his side with his massive elbow.
Dean broke the kiss and turned to Sam, who somehow looked like he was about to have a panic attack.
