Destiel ;-;

The Realization

Dean awoke to the sound of Sam yelling something unintelligible. "Dean ! Dean ! Are you awake yet ? !" Sam yelled as Dean sleepily blinked his eyes open. "What the hell is this ?" The younger brother shouts in a i-need-an-explanation-now tone. Dean's insides twisted, was Castiel still in bed with him ? He looked around the bed to find no one. What was Sammy talking about then ? "What - What the hell do you mean ?" Dean replied completely bewildered. "Do you not see the trench coat on the floor ?" Sam said glaring at Dean, as if he was keeping a secret from him that he was meant to share and trust him with. "Oh-um" He sputtered, he had no clue what he was going to say. "Did you have - Did you have a man in here last night ?" Sammy asked in a slightly hurt voice. Dean blushed, hard. "I can't believe you wouldn't trust me with the fact that you're bi." Sammy said with genuine sadness and betrayal on his face; he sat down on Dean's bed, looking sincerely upset from head to toe. He clasped his hands together and stared down at the ground, as a father would from just hearing about all the bad things his kid had been doing behind his back. He looked furious, excited, but also like he had fallen fifty-thousand feet from cloud nine. "Who was it ? Do I know him ?" Sammy said, still looking at the ground in a disappointed manner. Dean didn't know what to say. Should he lie ? Or should he just tell Sammy the truth ? After a few moments he decided against lying. "You know him." Dean said, sitting up, looking just as upset as Sam. Sammy gave something that looked like a grimace, "Who is it ?" Sam continued. "Castiel." Dean blurted, just wanting this conversation to be done with. Sam merely stared at Dean in disbelief.