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Dean's POV
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"God damn it!" Shouted Dean as he watched Sammy get thrown across the room and hit a wall.
It didn’t look like Sam was going to be getting up anytime soon. Thank God that Cass was there this time to have his back. He fucking hated witches. What they had originally thought was one witch, had turned out to be a Coven. They were 5 to 3, luckily they had ganked three of them already. Dean was hit with a spell, knocking his gun out of his reach.
"Shit!" Exclaimed Dean as he scrambled for his gun.
Luckily, he reached it just in time and shot the bitch between the eyes with a witch killing bullet. As Dean stood he realized that the last witch and Cass were nowhere to be seen. Looking at Sammy and hesitating a moment on whether or not to leave him, Dean decided to go looking for the pair. Dean could hear a struggle going on not too far away from him. Creeping along the hallway of the house, Dean stopped to check each room. Dean found them just in time to see Cass hit with a spell and knocked down. The witch was laughing, but not for long, Dean aimed and shot the last witch in the heart.
"Cass!" Screamed Dean in panic, as he ran across the room to the fallen angels side. "Cass, buddy. You alright?"
Cass was not unconscious, but he was clearly dazed by the hit. Cass tried to stand up, but he fell back down. Dean reached out to him and helped him up. Cass' was leaning against Dean, and the hunter was struggling a bit to keep the angel on his feet.
"Cass, come on man." Said Dean as he tried to gently shake him. "You alright? What that bitch hit you with?"
"I am unsure Dean... I... I... " Started Cass, but he was having a rough go focusing on any one thing.
"Its alright, I gotcha.”
It had been a while since Dean had been this close to Cass. At some point the angel started to listen to Dean's complaints about personal space. Which, if Dean was honest with himself, made him a little sad. It wasn’t because Dean disliked the close proximity that made him chastise the other man, or angel rather. It was quite the opposite actually. It always made Dean's heart race and his breath catch when Cass was too close. Dean could smell Cass right now, and he smelled damn good. Which immediately made Dean mentally kick himself. His best friend is hurt and all he can think about is that he smells nice. He had long ago realized his true feelings for the Angel, and it was a constant struggle to not only keep those feelings at bay, but to keep them hidden from everyone else.
"Dean!?" Yelled Sammy, fear clear in his voice.
"In here Sammy!"
Dean could hear his brother run down the hall and in no time he was inside the room with them.
"What's wrong with Cass?" Asked Sam.
"The bitch hit him with a spell." Replied Dean as he nodded over to the dead body across the room. "A little help here Sammy?!"
"Right!"
Dean released a sigh as some of Cass' weight was lifted off of him, as Sam went to the other side of the befuddled angel.
"What spell was he hit with?"
"Not sure. He was too out of it to answer when I asked." Replied Dean.
"He will be okay, Dean" Said Sammy in his calm, soothing voice.
"Let's get him to the car." Answered Dean gruffer than he intended to.
"Yeah."
Dean ignored his brothers bitch face. He was too concerned for Cass at the moment to even begin to think what Sammy meant by the look. The two slowly made their way to the car, Cass between them, barely able to walk on his own. It took several minutes to just make it outside, and Dean was starting to sweat.
"Damn it Cass, you weigh a ton." Grumbled Dean.
"Sorry, Dean."
Dean felt Cass' breath ghost across his neck and it sent shivers down his spine, straight to his cock. 'Ha, straight, yeah sure', thought Dean. He cleared his throat and furrowed his brow.
"Come on, we're almost there."
They finally made it to the car and Dean felt Sam gently rest all of Cass' weight back onto him. Sam had driven to the house, so he had the keys to the Impala. Dean redistributed Cass' weight so it was easier to hold him. His leg was between Cass' in an attempt to stop him from crumbling to the ground. Dean felt something big and thick rub against his thigh. For a second he thought it must have been Cass' angel blade.
"Dean!" Moaned Cass softly in Dean's ear.
"Fuck!" Whispered Dean as he looked down and realized that it definitely was not Cass' angel blade rubbing against him. At least not the one he had originally thought.
Dean could feel his cheeks turning red as he watched his best friend slowly thrust his boner against him. He practically stopped breathing when Cass let out a small moan. His heart was racing. What the hell was he supposed to do?!
"What's wrong?" Asked Sam, holding the back door of the Impala open for them.
"Noth.. Nothing." Replied Dean as he cleared his throat.
Dean tried to shake his arousal, this was not the moment for it. His friend was clearly under some kind of lust spell. That was the only explanation for this. Cass' would never do this for any other reason. Not with him at least. Dean helped Cass into the back of the car, and laid him down. He was straddling the angel, trying to work his way back out of the car, when Cass grabbed dean by the back of his neck and lifted up to place a chaste kiss on his lips. The world stopped for a split second. Cass' lips were much softer than they looked. Much softer than Dean had imagined they would be. Dean shook his head and cleared his throat as he got out of the car. He shut the door and turned around to his brothers smirking face. 'Great', thought Dean.
"Did Cass just kiss you?"
Dean ran a hand across his mouth and then back around his head, resting on the nape of his neck. His heart was pounding, his cock was hard, and he could feel the intense burning of his face and chest. He could barely look at his brothers stupid grinning face.
"I think he was hit with a lust spell or something." Was all Dean could come up to reply with.
"Hmmm." Replied Sam as his grin grew broader.
"Shut up, bitch! Give me the keys."
"Jerk." Replied Sam as he tossed the keys to Dean, smirk still firmly on his face.
Sam's POV
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Sam could not help the smile that was now on his face. He had watched his brother and Castiel dance around each other for years now. He was frankly getting sick of it. There was only so much eye-sex one person could take watching. A chuckle bubbled out of him and he pursed his lips to stop a full blown laugh from erupting.
"Shut it, Sammy." Said Dean from the driver's seat.
"I didn’t say a thing.
Sam heard his brother growl in frustration and he smiled more. He honestly thought he deserved a medal for keeping the laugh in this time. It didn’t last long, however. The next moment Cass let out a moan from the back seat, and he watched as his brother turned almost purple. A laugh erupted out of Sam. He saw his brother turn and glare at him, so he turned and looked out the window at the passing scenery go by. Maybe this would finally make Dean fess up about his feelings for his 'best friend'. Hell, if he even realized his feelings. Dean was so far in the closet that Sam wondered if he would ever admit to his bisexuality. The fact that Dean thought he was hiding it was laughable. The thought that Dean felt he had to hide it, however, made Sam's heart ache. He grew up with John Winchester too. He knew where Dean got his ideas of what a man should be from. A slight frown crossed Sam's face.
"Dean!" Moaned Cass breathily from the back of the car.
Sam burst out laughing.
"Damn it Sammy, it isn't funny! He is not in his right mind. Who knows what kind of hoodoo that witch put on him."
"He is only moaning for you, Dean." Replied Sam.
"That... that's probably because I was in the room when he was hit." Answered Dean, and Sam could hear the self hatred in his brother voice.
Sam looked back at the angel, he was writhing around and his moans were getting louder and more frequent. Sam noted that he also seemed a bit more coherent. Clearly under a spell, but not like he was about to pass out. Sam had a feeling that it was about to get even more awkward soon.
"Dean." Said Sam in a serious voice. "I think you should pull over."