A Long Hunt

Hidden Love

Cas and Dean heard the motel lock click, and they quickly let go of each other's hands and scooted apart.

Sam was currently unaware of their relationship, and Dean was pretty sure Sam wouldn't approve of them being together. From what Dean knew about his brother (and he knew an awful lot about Sam) he was weird about gay couples. He always had been.

Dean had always known he was bi, but growing up he managed to keep it a secret from his brother for all these years. When it came to his father though, Dean hadn't been quite so lucky.

Dean remembered the day John had found out like it was just yesterday. His father had returned from a hunt early; Dean hadn't been expecting him for another three days. When John stepped through that motel door that night, he found Dean on the crappy motel sofa in a very compromising position with another boy. Meanwhile, Sam had been sleeping quietly in the other room.

John's disapproval was evident on his face, the moment the two of them had made eye contact. His father's anger had barely concealed as he pulled the two of them apart and practically tossed the other boy out the door. Afterward, Dean paid hell for what he had done. I was days before the burn of his father's belt had faded. Although Dean swore not to let something like this happen again, John never looked at Dean quite the same way.

The whole event had left Dean pretty traumatized. For a while, he pretty tried to forget about his bisexuality. However, despite himself, Dean couldn't help noticing the occasional hot guy as he passed. For years he managed to hide who he really was, and things had actually been going pretty well. Dean had almost convinced himself that his bisexuality had just been a phase, that is until Castiel came along. After that fateful day Cas appeared in the barn, Dean was lost on him. Though at the time, he didn't have the faintest idea of what Cas was, Dean somehow knew he was perfect. All thoughts of suppressing his bisexuality were tossed out the window. Dean knew one way or another the two of them would be together.

As the years passed, the two of them flirted back and forth and checked the other out when their attention was elsewhere. It was like a never-ending game of cat and mouse where no one ever won. This game seemed to have no end in sight; at least, it had until a month ago, when Dean, blushing and jittery, finally got up the nerve to ask the angel out.

Castiel, to Dean's utter relief, had been more than happy to say yes. A rush of joy had overcome Dean in that moment. He was finally taking control of his destiny, and now he was able to share this destiny with his amazing and undeniably breathtaking boyfriend.

Since then, the two of them both decided to keep the relationship a secret. They both figured that this route would be the best option for the time being. However, in recent days the two have been getting restless and more than a little careless. Because of the new case they were working, Dean and Castiel's alone time became limited. Whenever they started to get a little handsy with one another, Sam always seemed to appear nearby. In the end, they resorted to late night visits. After Sam dozed off Cas would slip into the room to see Dean without the watchful eyes of Sam.

Silently, Cas would move under the covers beside Dean and they would snuggle up together, quietly swapping kisses. Dean would roll them to where he was hovering over Castiel's built frame. Then, he'd pepper Castiel's exposed skin with kisses. Dean wouldn't stop until he had layered Castiel's stomach, legs, and neck with hot, slick kisses. Sometimes the two of them got a little too noisy which made Sam stir restlessly in his sleep. As the first sign of motion from the other bed, Cas would immediately fly off, leaving Dean in whatever awkward position he was his departure.

This left him facing more than one uncomfortable moment with his brother. Dean's heart always seemed to skip a beat when Sam's sleep lidded eyes glinted at him in the dark. Fortunately, Sam knew better than to ask questions, so he'd just say, "I don't wanna know man," and roll over to fall back asleep seconds later. In the morning the Sam never asked for details. He either forgot what he saw or at least pretended to out of respect.

Dean withdrew from his thoughts as the Sam opened the motel door and walked into the room. He glanced up from the laptop and called, "Heya Sammy."

"Hey Dean, hey Cas," Sam greeted the two of them, setting a few plastic bags filled with groceries, onto a table.

Immediately, Dean pushed the laptop aside and jumped up. Eagerly, he rushed to where Sam had set the bags and started digging through the supplies.

"How's the research going Dean," Sam asked.

"Shitty," Dean grunted absentmindedly, still searching through the contents of the bags. With a huff of frustration, Dean looked up at his brother and said, "Dude. Where's the pie?"

"Aw damn it. Sorry, Dean, I forgot to grab it..." Sam muttered his face falling.

"You always forget the damn pie," Dean grumbled.

"I don't forget it every time," Sam protested.

Dean glared at his brother, scrunching his face in bitter resentment at Sam's negligence. "Well it doesn't matter 'cause I still need pie. Cas and I are gonna go out and get some, aren't we Cas?" Dean gave Cas a subtle but mischievous look as he spoke.

"Wait, we are?" Cas looked confused, apparently missing the intent behind Dean's words.

"Yep, let's go. Sammy here is gonna try and make a dent in the research 'cause we got nowhere, and I need pie," Dean insisted.

Then, before Sam could protest Dean grabbed the keys to the Impala and walked out the motel door with a bemused Castiel following closely behind.