Revelations

Contented

Sam was sweating and nervous and surrounded by a group of Indian women dressed in very colorful saris.

The smell of spices consumed the room, and peas. Lots of peas were being grinded and mango fried in round bottom pots. And although he hadn't eaten since that morning, it was half past three in the afternoon and Sam was growing hungry by the minute. So hungry, that he literally wanted to eat the shredded mango from Mala's auntie's metal basin.

His girlfriend, as he had chosen to label her for two weeks now, was wearing a very beautiful dark green sari trimmed in gold. Her large gold hoop earrings glinted under the fluorescent lights. And on any other occasion, Mala would have been cladded in a pair of black jeans and a graphic t-shirt. But since they were preparing for her sister's wedding, she had respected the use of her traditional wear.

"Sam, you have one brother", Mala's mother had taken a seat next to him immediately after she had come into the room. Her face was round and jolly and she smelled like baby powder.

He nodded and cleared his throat. "Yeah, his name's Dean."

"And he's married?"

Her face radiated with so much warmth and love and innocence, he wanted to lie but after all, telling one little white lie led to many others. And Mala was watching him intently.

"No, he isn't actually," Sam said, feeling terribly out of place and too tall.

"He has a girlfriend then," Mala's mother was a very inquisitive woman.

"Mom," Mala sighed, "what's with the questions? Are you done now?"

"I was only asking because Sita is long overdue to find a suitable man. And if Sam is this intelligent and handsome and sweet, then his brother would be very much more interesting." When she provided that speech, everyone else nodded.

Mala shook her head. "Sita isn't Dean's type."

"How do you know that?" her mother frowned deeply as she peeled garlic in an orange bowl. "Sita is well suited for any man."

"Dean is...uh," Sam interrupted Mala before she could jump into the truth because she would have, "...in a relationship. With someone. Very nice. It's long term."

"And how long have they been together?" one of the aunties asked.

Sam smiled a little. "Ten years." Mala actually smiled back at him because he had indulged her with a bit of the past.

And at that precise moment when the smell of dhal and curry filled the house, Dean's vision was obscured by a pair of wide blue eyes. His mind was spinning out of control. His lungs were on fire.

Breathless. He had literally been kissed until he couldn't breathe anymore. And now Cas was chewing on his freaking neck like a freaking wild kitten whilst Dean held onto his hardened cock and jerked him slowly underwater. And it was amazing how expansive was Cas' sexual appetite.

Hell, if he was an angel and had the willpower to drive Dean crazy by wrapping his thighs around the hunter's waist and grinding their bodies together...Dean had no idea what would happen to him when Cas took full control in bed. When Cas dominated and fucked him all the way. And maybe it was true, that absence made the heart grow fonder.

But Dean was so certain that it wasn't just their hearts that had grown fonder...it was also their sex drive. And he wasn't exactly innocent in all of the aggressive action going down in the lake. Dean was purposeful in getting his hand on that glorious part of Cas' body from the moment he turned around and found that the other man's lips were inches apart from his. So that when his fingers did eventually wrap around that thick, beautiful length that was full and hard, Dean had become thirsty. For everything.