Witchchester

chapter 3

As Sam was walking to his room, he could hear Cas and Dean talking about how adorable the other is, and he smiles to himself. He always thought that his brother and the angel had loved each other deep down.

"I guess it only took a witch for them to finally admit it." Sam whispered to himself.

-Back to where Cas and Dean are-

"Has anybody ever told you how beautiful you are?" Cas asked.

"Several times, actually, but it never really meant anything until now." Dean replied.

The two were now lying in Dean's bed, facing each other, and being adorable and shit.

"You know, you're pretty easy on the eyes too, Cas." Dean said, while checking him out from head to toe.

"Awww, thanks Dean."

"No problem, hot stuff."

A few moments of silence pass, and then they attack each other with their lips, and are now a tangled, yet hot, mess. Cas's hands are ferociously pushing through Dean's luscious locks. Dean's lips move against Cas's roughly, but gently because he didn't want to hurt his beloved angel. God, how he loved him. There were not enough words in the world to explain how Dean loved Cas.

Cas was the first to break the kiss.

"Dean, we shouldn't be doing this. It's only the spell making us feel this way."

It broke Cas's heart to say that to Dean because he felt there was something more. Something that ached inside him. He couldn't quite tell what it was though.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Then you should probably bunk somewhere else." Dean said.

"Is there a couch somewhere?" Cas asked.

"Yeah. In the living room. You can sleep there tonight."

"Okay. Well, goodnight, Dean."

"Mhm. Night." Dean replied, with his eyes already closed.

Cas waited a moment longer to see any other reaction on Dean's face, and right when he was about to pop out, Dean exhaled slowly. Not as a sigh of relief, but more as a sigh of disappointment. Then, Cas left before Dean could open his eyes and see him.

Dean opened his eyes, and sat in silence. His thoughts were mainly of what had happened not long ago. They almost did something they would have regretted once they were back to normal.

Cas lay there twisting and turning on the couch. He was lonely. He wished that he had some company.

'That's it.' He thought.

He got up, and grabbed all of his blankets, and he walked to Dean's room. Luckily, Dean was already passed out, but he was sprawled out all over the bed, so there was no room for Cas. He laughed quietly to himself, and made a pallet on the floor near Dean's bed. He began to drift off to sleep too.

Sam woke up, and checked his phone to see what time it was. 3:51 am. Great. He had been wondering what had happened between Cas and Dean, so he got up and wandered down the hall until he got to Dean's door. He opened it quietly to find Dean taking up the whole bed, and then he saw Cas curled up in a ball on the floor.

"I'm gonna need a picture of this for the scrapbook."

Sam snapped a quick pic, and hurried back to his room.