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“What do we got?” Dean walked into the bunker’s kitchen in his robe and sandals, carrying a box of Wheat Flakes cereal back from his room.

Sam looked up from his computer and glared when he saw Dean set the box back on the shelf. “Dude you stole my cereal? I’ve been looking for that.”

“I don’t know why – they’re disgusting.” Dean made a sour gagging expression. “What happened to all the good cereals?”

“You ate all of your sugary kid-cereals.”

Dean acted offended. “Hey now, what are you calling kid-cereals?”

“Dean, if it comes with a toy, it’s a kid cereal.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Okay mom, when are we getting more?” He started rummaging through the pantry, finding only jars of oatmeal and somehow expired soup cans.

Sam focused on his computer screen. “I think you’re old enough to go shopping on your own,” He looked up at his brother. “But we can stop on the way back. Check this out—” He spun his computer around.

Dean read the headline and squinted his eyebrows. “Couple found dead inside local residence—” He skimmed the first few lines. “Cause of death suicide.” He shook his head slightly. “I don’t know Sammy. It doesn’t sound like our kind of thing.”

Sam nodded his head. “That’s what I thought,” He scrolled further down in the article. “But…both victims had a unique identical scar.” He clicked an image.

Dean stared at it, not quite sure what Sam was trying to point out. “Help me out Sammy, what am I looking at?”

Sam pointed to distinct symmetries of the shape. “These three points – they’re symmetrical. I thought it was odd, so I decided to take a look through some of Rowena’s journals and look—”

He opened a page with the exact same drawing. Dean raised his eyebrows. “Look at you go Sammy. You’re practically a witch in training.” He pat Sam’s back as he headed towards the room.

“I’ll be ready in five.”

***

“Yeah, okay Cas. Sounds good. We’ll meet you there.” Sam hung up the phone.
Dean looked over from the driver’s seat. “Are you sure we need Cas on this. I hate witches but I don’t think we need backup.”

Sam shook his head. “No, I know we don’t need backup, but I think it might be good for Cas to get a little win. He’s been striking out a lot with all the stuff he’s working on and I don’t know, maybe he could use someone to talk to who knows a little bit about what he’s going through.”

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed. “Since when have we ever talked things through? This isn’t therapy.” He sat with Sam’s words for a moment longer. “And what do you mean by ‘someone who knows what he’s going through?’ He’s learning how to take disappointment. Not all cases end good.”

Sam sighed. “Dean I mean wanting to quit.” He looked directly at his brother who didn’t take his eyes off the road. “I know you’ve been thinking about it lately. With Amara and Chuck gone, we’re all on our own. We might actually be able to see a light at the end of the tunnel one day.”

Sam looked at his brother, expecting a response, but Dean just stared out at the empty road in front of him.

***

The brothers met Castiel at the motel – a practically empty building with faded walls and shaggy carpet that reeked of 70’s interior design.

“Great choice, Sammy.” Dean tossed his duffle onto the bed.

Sam rolled his eyes. “So I was researching a little in the car and found something. Look at this.”

“You don’t waste time.” Dean walked over to the table where Sam opened the laptop.

Sam clicked through pictures of the deceased couple’s social media. There were pictures of them together smiling, some kissing – most pictures had another woman in them.

“Who’s that?” Dean asked. “A friend?”

Sam shook his head. “How many people do know who are this close to their friend?” He clicked through to a last picture – both of the women kissing.

Dean raised his eyebrows and smirked. “Oh yeah. See now that’s what I’m talking about.” He was smiling and nodding his head until Sam clicked through to another photo of the ‘other’ woman kissing the husband. “Oh.” He creased his eyebrows. “What is this some sort of thrupple thing?”

“Looks like it.” Sam pulled up the woman’s tagged profile. “Her name is Melissa Jennings. I have her address here.”

“Great. Let’s check it out.” Dean grabbed the keys to the Impala.

“Wait Dean, Cas is almost here. Why don’t you wait for him and I’ll go talk to Melissa?”

Dean wrinkled his brows in confusion. “Or, we could just text him the address and have him meet us there?”

“I’ll be fine Dean it’s just fishing for a lead.” He shrugged his shoulders softly and raising the pitch of his voice slightly. “Maybe you can take a minute and talk to Cas.”

Dean was even more taken aback by this. “Talk to Cas? Why do I have to talk to Cas?”

Sam tilted his head forward and looked at Dean straight in the eyes. “Come on Dean. We all know you and Cas have this thing going on.”

Dean stared at Sam with wide eyes, half confused and half angry. “This thing?” Dean took a step back and stiffened his posture defensively. “What are you even talking about Sam?”

Sam sighed and used the opportunity to grab the keys from Dean’s hand. “Look, I’m not judging or anything and I’m not going to force anything out of you, but you’ve got this bond with Cas. He listens to you and I think he just needs you to be there for him right now.”

Sam opened the motel door and walked through. “I’ll be back in a couple hours.” He shut the door, leaving Dean standing alone in the room, still processing what his brother said.

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed and his stance stiff.

“I’m not gay.” He said aloud, more to himself than anyone.

***

Dean opened the motel door after a knock from Cas and he walked straight in, looking around.

“Hello Dean.” Cas paused after glancing around the room. “Where’s Sam?”

Dean opened the mini fridge and grabbed a beer from it. “Sam’s out following a lead – interviewing a woman we think might be this witch.”

Castiel was visually confused. “And he went without you?”

Dean took a seat on one of the wooden chairs by the table. “Yeah, uh. He’s just finding out some information, getting a feel for the woman and her…lifestyle.”

Cas stood awkwardly in the center of the room. “Okay. What are we going to do?”

“Well,” Dean took a sip from his beer. “How about we just talk.”

“Talk?” Cas asked hesitantly. “About the case?”

“No,” He adjusted his body, attempting to get comfortable in the chair. “Just about how things are going. How are you holding up Cas?”

The two stared at each other for an extended pause. Cas didn’t break his concerned stare at Dean. “Dean, are you alright?”

Dean’s soft expression fell to a glare. “Come on is it that weird?”

“Yes, wanting to discuss emotions is particularly uncharacteristic for you.”

Dean threw up his hands in defeat. “Okay fine. Sam thinks you’re going through a rough patch and he thinks a conversation about feelings will make Sally all better again.”

His sarcasm was lost on the angel. “I don’t understand. Who is Sally?”

“That’s not—” Dean shook his head. “Never mind.” He gestured for Cas to take a seat on the edge of the bed, which he followed. Dean rose from his chair and dragged it across from where Cas was now seated and sat back down.

The silence between them was thick and felt more like a forced intervention with Dean thinking of a way to begin the conversation. He took a deep breath and looked away from the angel’s eyes, which never departed from their focus on Dean.

“I’ve been thinking it too, Cas.”

Cas narrowed his eyes in confusion.

Dean continued. “About stopping. You’re tired. I’m tired too, man.”

Cas broke his eye contact with Dean as his gaze shifted towards the ground.

“We haven’t caught a break since, well, ever. And I can see the light too.”

Castiel looked back at Dean. “What light? Dean what light are you seeing?”

Dean let out a frustrated sigh. “No, Cas it’s the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s an expression.”

Castiel nodded. “And this light, for you, it’s stopping hunting?”

Dean contemplated for a moment before returning his gaze to Cas. “Yeah man. I think so.”

“Is that all?” Cas asked, a mic of hope and sadness in his tone.

Dean was unsure how to react to Cas’ response. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly. “What do you mean ‘is that all?’ is there anything bigger than that?”

Cas’ eyes fell to the ground and his blank expression dissolved into a frown.

Dean watched Cas’ expression carefully, studying it. “What is it Cas? Is there something else I’m supposed to say?”

Cas shook his head. “No.”

Dean knew there was something Cas wasn’t saying. “Cas what is it?”

Castiel sighed and his eyes met Dean’s. “Nothing, Dean. I’m just tired.”

Dean stared harder at Cas. “Yeah, Cas. I’m tired of hunting too that was the whole point of this.” He motioned his hands around, gesturing to their whole conversation.

Cas looked into Dean’s eyes. “Dean,” He took a breath. “That’s not what I meant.”

Dean’s confusion started to clear. Cas wasn’t tired of hunting. He was tired of something else – something more personal, more wearing to the soul.

Dean’s eyes glanced down Cas’ body and back up again. He hadn’t paid attention, really paid attention to Cas’ body language until now. Maybe he knew it deep down – how Castiel felt towards him. He even felt it sometimes. But they didn’t have a normal relationship. Their lives weren’t that simple.

He swallowed in the silence and wet his lower lip with his tongue. He was suddenly out of place in his own seat. He rose from the chair and maneuvered to the empty spot on the motel bed next to Cas.

He wasn’t sure why he sat so close to Cas. He just needed to. He needed to be near Cas, to touch him. It was a feeling he’d rarely felt before that was stronger than the urge for sex. It was an emotional longing – love, maybe.

Dean never broke his gaze at Castiel, even though the angel couldn’t keep his eyes trained on any one thing. He felt Dean’s stare. Cas was staring up towards a corner of the ceiling, attempting to control his breaths and collect his next words carefully. Before he had a chance, he felt a hand fall onto his.

Castiel turned his head towards Dean. He took a sharp breath, trying to adapt to the closeness of Dean’s face to his. He placed his hands back, trying to subtly create more space between them – personal space, as Dean used to refer to it.

Dean swallowed, and his eyes shifted between Cas’ eyes and lips. “I know.” Dean felt a rush of relief and tension together with those words.

Castiel wasn’t sure if Dean’s touch was just reassurance – perhaps a gesture to let him know that their relationship was intact, that it wouldn’t be ruined by Castiel’s feelings.

But this felt stronger than that. Dean didn’t move his hand. He didn’t pull away. He didn’t even let Castiel’s attempts to create space succeed. He was leaning into their proximity even more, though ever so slightly.

“Dean,” Castiel was unsure of what to think, but his puzzled expression didn’t hide his confusion. “What are you doing?”

Dean moved his hand slightly up Cas’ arm, softly brushing his wrist and forearm. He licked his bottom lip before speaking. “Come on Cas, don’t make me say it.”

Suddenly the hand moved from Castiel’s arm to his cheek, scratchy against the angel’s scruff.

Cas’ eyes were wide, searching Dean’s for answers, for whether this was real and wasn’t some twisted trick of desire.

Dean’s eyes were watering, only enough to make them glisten a little more than usual. His pulse was racing. He was nervous. “Cas, I…” He knew he shouldn’t feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this, not towards Cas. “I just—” The tension between their faces was begging to be broken.

He leaned into Castiel, slowly at first, and then caved. He used all the momentum of his body to force their lips together.

Castiel was taken aback at first, his torso fell back and he rested his elbows on the motel bed. Dean hadn’t let his lips go. Cas didn’t want him to.

Instinctively, Cas’ arm reached up to Dean and his hand held their faces together. They started moving synchronously, forward and back, forward and back.

Dean pulled away first, he moved his body off the bed and stood just in front of the angel, who still rested shocked sitting on the bed.

Cas stared at Dean, fear covering his face that Dean would suddenly snap out of it and say it was all a mistake. Dean looked him over. He didn’t have an ounce of regret in his eyes.

“Take your shirt off” he said. Dean was a different person now. He didn’t care about consequences or repercussions. He had waited too long for this moment. He was in it.

Cas didn’t think – his brain was too scrambled to. He pulled himself up from laying back, just enough to get his trench coat off his arms and undo the buttons to his shirt.

Dean watched him and did the same, stripping his flannel over his head and then the black t-shirt.

They both breathed in the quiet – shirtless, staring at each other for just a brief moment.

Then they were together again. Dean pounced onto Castiel, grabbing his torso and guiding him up further onto the bed. Their lips refused to part, gasping at the air being sucked between them.

Dean broke the kiss again to travel to Castiel’s neck. He started along the jawline, planting a kiss every few inches – to the collarbone, to the sternum, across a nipple, and onto the bare stomach. Castiel’s head thrashed in different directions. He was melting inside, feeling his body heat up with every second.

By the time Dean reached his pelvis, Cas’ bulge was hard beneath his slacks. Dean breathed against the fabric, forcing Castiel to whip his head back. “Don’t—” Cas gasped. Dean hesitated, his eyes searching for Castiel’s to meet them. “Don’t… stop.”

Dean smiled at the beg and his hand stroked the bulge, playing with the zipper before slowly pulling it down.

Castiel’s cock bounced outward, free of its cage and covered in precum. Dean didn’t waste any time in making contact. His mouth captured the cock and Castiel felt the warmth of his cheeks enveloping the tip and shaft. He lunged his shoulders forward, jerking at the sudden pleasure.

Dean’s head bobbed up and down, sending waves down Castiel’s spine. He moaned as Dean took more into his mouth, deepthroating the throbbing cock.

“Dean—” Cas moaned. “I—” He couldn’t gather his thoughts. Not with his body experiencing the sensations he had never felt before. He watched Dean’s head travel up to the tip, then down again, Dean’s eyes flashing up to meet Castiel’s gaze.

Dean released the cock from the suction of his cheeks with a pop and Cas released another moan, jerking his hips forward with the sudden absence.

Castiel was on fire. His eyes showed a flicker of desire as they held Dean’s gaze. Dean got the cue and jumped back towards Cas’ face, their lips meeting again. This time was somehow messier than the first, rougher.

Their tongues wrestled between them. Dean moaned against Cas’ lips as Cas’ tongue took control. Dean flipped a switch in Cas, something he’d rarely seen except for when Castiel bore his wings in a fight. It was – daunting and thrilling together at once.

Castiel broke the kiss and his eyes wandered all over Dean’s face, which was desperate for more attention. “Take your clothes off Dean.”

Dean’s eyes flickered and he followed Cas’ demand. Cas stripped the unzipped slacks from his own legs and the two combined again, falling back onto the bed. Castiel rested on top of Dean and used his arm to grab Dean’s cock. He guided their lengths together and rubbed them both. Dean let out a moan that never seemed to stop.

“Cas—” Dean moaned. “I need you.”

Cas continued grinding their hips against one another as he moved his arm below Dean’s pelvis and spread his legs apart.

Dean’s moans were suddenly suppressed by three fingers in his mouth. His eyes widened as he looked at Cas, still full of lust. Cas’ wet fingers travelled down to Dean’s hole and he inserted a finger, slowly; letting Dean adjust.

He rolled back his eyes and grunted with pleasure. Cas took the cue and removed the finger, spitting on two and reinserting them.

Dean panted as he moaned. “Cas, I need you—” He couldn’t finish his thought before Cas shifted his fingers and forced another moan out of Dean. “I need you inside me.”

Cas’ burning eyes grew brighter and he smiled. He spit on the palm of his hand, making sure there was plenty of liquid. He added that to the precum seeping out of his own slit and rubbed his cock before lining it up at Dean’s hole.

Dean took a deep breath as Castiel loomed over him, anxious and excited. “Dean,” His attention was brought back to Castiel’s eyes. “Do you trust me?”

Dean nodded. “Yes.”

With that, Castiel forced his cock into the hole, just slowly enough to let the muscle adjust to the size.

Dean moaned in a pain-filled pleasure, a type of grunt Castiel recognized from a few choice fights in bars or fighting some monsters.

“Dean am I hurting you?” Castiel demanded with a groan of his own.

Dean didn’t hesitate. “Cas I swear to God you better not stop—”

He didn’t. He thrusted further into Dean, again and again. They reached a rhythm, a pace that rocked the frame of the bed to the point of almost breaking.

Dean’s moan’s turned into a whimper. “I’m gonna—”

Cas cut him off. “Me too—” The men groaned together, Castiel using one hand to grab Dean’s cock and jerk as he shot his load into Dean’s ass.

Dean was overloaded by the stimulation. He shot white cum into the air, falling all over his stomach and chest, some hitting Castiel’s face as it loomed over his.

Cas collapsed onto Dean, smudging the cum onto both of their chests. They remained together, skin pressing against skin while they caught their breath.

Then Dean’s cell phone rang.

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Dean picked up the phone as Cas grabbed a towel from the bathroom, smudging the mess off himself.

“Hey Sammy,” He said. Castiel watched intently, the realization of their actions coming to play on his face – and Dean’s.

Cas could barely hear Sam on the other end of the line:

“I don’t think Melissa is our witch. She seemed pretty devastated and nothing in her house suggests she knows anything about witchcraft.”

“Are you sure? Witches are sneaky little things. Maybe she was hiding something.” Dean’s words echoed in his own thoughts – hiding something. Should he hide this? He couldn’t tell Sam. Not now, not yet. He’s not even sure what this is. Cas is a friend. Cas is just a friend.

“I don’t know yet. But I don’t think we should narrow down on any suspects just yet. I’m headed back to the motel.”

“Great, that’s great.” Dean exchanged a glance with Cas, still wiping himself with a towel. “Uh, Sam I need you to pick me up some pie on the way back.” Dean’s posture was tense, his naked body still covered in Castiel.

“What, why?” Sam said. “Don’t you think that can wait?”

“I just really want pie and you forgot it last time, so you owe me.”

“Alright, whatever. I’ll stop at the diner down the road from the motel.”

“Take your time.” Dean inserted.

Sam hung up the phone. Dean threw the phone down onto the bed.

“Cas, get in the shower. Sam’s on his way back.”

Cas’ eyes widened. He dropped the towel and stepped into the shower, Dean right behind him. Dean wasn’t thinking. He was on autopilot. He turned the water on and washed himself off, cleaning out his ass and rubbing body wash down his torso.

Cas stood awkwardly next to Dean, watching him.

“Here,” Dean started rubbing body wash on Castiel, frantically washing away the sticky goo stuck to his chest.

Cas’ breathing grew heavier. Dean reached down and started washing the cum off his best friend’s dick.

Cas grabbed Dean’s arm with a whimper. “Dean,” Dean looked up at Cas, whose eyes were rolled towards the ceiling. “I need you to stop touching me.”

Dean suddenly grew aware of what he was doing. He looked down at his hand, firmly grasping Cas’ cock, half-hard in his palm. “I—uh, sorry.” He released his grip and cleared his throat, turning away from Cas.

Dean looked down at his own dick, growing a little from the thought of turning Castiel on with a touch. “Wow already?” He said under his breath.

He licked his bottom lip. “Maybe,” He started. He turned his torso back around and Cas’ eyes met his. “Maybe we have just a minute.”

The two exchanged glances up and down their naked bodies. Dean reached for Castiel’s cock again, this time caressing the shaft up and down.

Castiel let out a moan louder than he meant it to, and he grasped Dean’s cock, returning the action.

The two stroked each other hard and fast, rapidly jerking their cocks in an off-beat rhythm as they moaned into each other.

Their hands fisted up and down, using the water as a lubricant to slide their fingers around the shafts.

Castiel stepped closer to Dean, putting their cocks against each other, both feeling the throbbing of the other’s dick.

“Cas, I’m gonna cum.” Dean moaned. He took in a heavy breath and with an exhale, he came again, Castiel’s hand rubbing out the cum from his slit.

Cas smiled and threw his head back.

Dean breathed heavily, his palm still gliding against Castiel’s cock. Cas’ eyes were closed in a anxious bliss. “Dean, we need to stop. Sam will be back—”

“Not before I help you out.” Dean pushed Castiel’s back into the shower wall. He bent down and his lips captured Cas’ cock again.

His tongue explored around the shaft and returned to the tip, letting the ring of his lips linger around the angel’s most sensitive area.

It wasn’t long before Castiel’s breath began hitching. “Dean—” Dean sucked a little harder and opened his mouth. Cas’ eyes fluttered in a squint and he came with a moan onto Dean’s tongue.

Cas pulled him up and turned off the shower water. They jumped out and dried off with the only clean towel left, panting and not yet fully recovered from their activities.

The men pulled their pants on and quickly reassembled their outfits, Dean accidentally putting on Cas’ white undershirt beneath his flannel. Cas put on Dean’s black t-shirt beneath his button-down.

“Here.” Dean grabbed Cas’ trench coat from the floor and tossed it to Castiel, wrapping it around his arms as he looked out the motel blinds and saw the Impala pull into a parking spot.

“Sam’s back.” He said, his voice a little dry.

Dean rushed to one side of the room, leaning against a wall while Cas stood in the middle of the room watching the door intently.

When Sam opened the door, the men stared at him with wide eyes.

Sam closed the door behind him, a brown paper bag hanging in his grip and he turned to see the two staring at him like deer in headlights.

Sam’s eyes widened. “What’s wrong? You look like you just saw or ghost or something.”

“Nope. Nothing like that here.” Dean started. “Only our witch – the witch. Not ours. There isn’t an ours here.” He chucked, fake and forced. Sam raised his eyebrows, confused. “Ours was a weird word to say, wasn’t it Cas?” He looked to Castiel for help.

Cas stared into Dean’s eyes for a moment, attempting to read the layered meaning. “Well we are discussing a suspect pertaining to a case which belongs to the group of us. I think ours is a perfectly acceptable use of vocabulary in a colloquial application—”

“Alright never mind.” Dean’s expression soured and he snapped out of his inability to act natural.

Sam nodded his head slowly. “Okay… So I don’t think Melissa is the witch, but she’s definitely hiding something. We should try and figure out a little more of what’s going on.”

Dean cleared his throat. “Right. Did you get any answers about the thrupple thing?”

He took the pie out of the bag and dug in with his fork.

Cas’ eyebrows creased in confusion. “What is ‘the thrupple thing’?” he asked.

Sam pulled up an image of the two victims with Melissa from her social media. “Here Cas. Our two victims were in a relationship with this woman. Apparently only our victims were married, but Melissa was involved in the other aspects of their relationship.” He and Dean met eyes and Dean nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. “But, outside of that they were close friends. She said that they did everything together. They practically lived together, went grocery shopping together, and were always hanging out with each other – at least two of them were almost always together.”

Cas nodded. “Ah, yes. Like the three of us.”

Dean choked on his pie. He threw the plate onto the table and hit his chest to calm the violent coughing fit.

Cas instinctively grabbed a water bottle from the table next to him. “Would you like something wet in your throat Dean?”

Dean grabbed the bottle from Cas and took a swig of it, glaring at Cas the entire time.

Sam grinned at Cas’ comment and his brother’s reaction. He shook his head. “No, no, Cas. It’s like a romance thing…like a sexual thing.”

Cas’ confused expression remained as he passed his eyes between Sam and Dean. “Yes exactly. Like Dean and—”

“Cas!” Dean shouted, cutting the angel off.

Sam looked between Cas and Dean, confused.

“We, uh.” Dean’s improvisation drew on his cockiness. “We don’t need to talk about how inherently sexual I am right now.”

He laughed lightly to himself, attempting to play off his reaction as a joke.

Sam nodded slowly and smiled uncomfortably, used to Dean’s overwhelming sarcasm in inappropriate situations.

“No, Dean. I’m referring to the fallatio—”

“Castiel!” Dean yelled again. “Stop. Talking. Please.”

Sam’s expression dropped in more confusion and he looked straight at his brother, who stared frozen at Cas.

Dean’s hand raised to cover his mouth, wiping against his stubble as he found a way to turn to his brother. “I, uh, I gave Cas the sex talk.”

Sam furrowed his brows and nodded; his lips pressed tightly together. “That’s uh, that’s great. Better you than me, but uh, Dean,” He motioned for Dean to come closer. Dean took a few steps forward and the brothers turned their backs away from Cas. Sam lowered his voice. “That’s not exactly what I meant for you to talk to Cas about.”

Cas spoke up from behind them. “If you’re referring to the perceived emotional depression I appear to be in, Dean had a very productive meeting with me.”

Sam turned back to face Cas, still concerned, but easing slightly. “Yeah, okay, Cas. I’m glad.” He looked to Dean and back at Cas. “We just want you to know that we care about you buddy.”

Cas smiled. “I do appreciate that,” His eyes shifted back to Dean. “and I am very aware.”

Sam breathed easy. “Okay then. Let’s see about this witch.”