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Destiel: Secrets and Bets

At first, Dean thought Castiel was annoying. He found it irritating how the angel would always be no more than two inches away from him, that he would constantly follow him around. But soon, those things became less irritating. Dean found himself starting to find all of Castiel's little quirks endearing and cute, then he became attracted to the angel and wanted to have him all to himself. It wasn't long until the two confessed their feelings for each other. For a month now, Dean and Castiel have been secretly dating. And no one is suspicious...or so they thought.

"I'm tellin' ya, those two are f**kin'." Bobby tells Sam.

"Ehhh...are you sure? I think you're reading too much into it. Dean and Cas are just getting along better, that's all. I mean, Dean is a total skirt-chaser, why would he screw a guy?" Sam replied.

"Oh come on, I ain't f**kin' blind. Those two are always givin' each other the bedroom-eyes." Bobby said rolling his eyes.

"I still don't think you're right about this." Sam said.

"I betcha a hundred bucks that those two are gay for each other." said Bobby.

"Wow, you're holding on to this crazy theory strongly." Sam said shaking his head.

"Well, do we have a bet or not, streanbean?" Bobby said opening a can of beer.

"Fine, if it'll shut you up." Sam laughed.

The two clink their drink sealing the deal. Somewhere in an empty field, a black Chevy Impala blasts 80's rock love ballads on the radio while an angel and a hunter have some fun in the back seat. When they were done, the two just lie there, covered in each other's sweat.

"That was very...pleasurable." Castiel said catching his breath.

"H*ll yeah, it was!" Dean chuckled.

Dean looks down at his angel boyfriend and stares into his beautiful blue eyes. He kisses his lips gently, then his cheek, his forehead, and his hairline. Castiel strokes his fingers on the handprint-scar on Dean's shoulder. Then he traces Dean's anti-demonic possession tattoo lightly. His hand moves down to Dean's abdomen and gently rubs at an old scar.

"Where did you get this scar? A fight with a monster? A demon?" Castiel asked.

"Nahh, it's just an appendectomy scar. I got it when I was 14." replied Dean.

The elder Winchester nuzzles his face into his boyfriend's chest and listens to the soothing steady beat of his heart. He was almost asleep, but then his phone started to ring.

"What do you want?" Dean grumbled into the phone.

"Dean, a case came up, we gotta check it out." Sam told his brother.

"Uhhg, alright." Dean sighed.

"Where are you anyway?" asked Sam.

"None of your d*mn business, that's where." replied Dean with a snappy attitude.

Dean hangs up the phone and groans into Castiel's chest.

"Was that Sam?" Castiel asked rubbing Dean's head.

"Yeah, there's a case he wants us to check out." answered Dean.

"Want me to accompany you?" Castiel asked his boyfriend.

"It's alright, me and Sammy's got it covered." Dean said sitting up.

The couple put their clothes back on and head back home.

"Where have you two been?" Sam asked walking towards the car.

"Like I told you before; none of your d*mn business." grunted Dean.

Castiel gets out of the passenger seat and goes inside. Sam sits in the passenger seat and gives his older brother a look.

"What's with the look? Do I got something on my face?" Dean asked.

"Is that...is that a hickey?" Sam asked pointing to Dean's neck.

Dean looks in the rearview mirror and sees the hickey in question.

"Dean, what is going on with you? You've been acting strange lately." Sam said.

"You're the one being weird, asking all these stupid, evasive questions. Just mind your own f**king business!" Dean said getting very defensive.

Sam drops the subject when Dean starts to get angry. They go to where the case is and gather some info. They come back to look through some books for research. Dean sits at the desk and looks through a large book. There's a crick in his neck that he just can't rub out.

"You alright, Dean?" Castiel asked suddenly, making Dean jump.

"Jesus, Cas, don't sneak up on me like that." Dean said.

"Sorry. Does your neck hurt?" replied Castiel.

"Yeah, my neck and shoulders are kinda stiff. I had to hide in a teeny-tiny cabinet so I wouldn't be caught by security." Dean explained.

"Here, let me help with that." Castiel said helping Dean out of his jacket.

Castiel gently and firmly massages Dean's neck and shoulders. The green-eyes hunter hums in satisfaction as his boyfriend relieves the tension in his muscles.

"Does that feel better?" Castiel asked kissing Dean's temple.

"Mhm." Dean nodded.

Dean faces Castiel and sits on the desk. He then cups the angel's face and starts kissing him passionately. Carrying a bunch of books, Sam enters the study, but immediately stops in the doorway seeing what was going on. Dean and Castiel didn't notice Sam, so the younger Winchester backs out of the room slowly and quietly. He makes his way to where Bobby is and sets the books down on the table. Then he hands the old trucker three 20's and four 10's.

"Huh, a hundred bucks....so I was right?!?" Bobby asked a little shocked.

"Yep." replied Sam.

Bobby sticks the money in his back pocket while giving Sam a smug look.