Sam ran his hand through his hair nervously. He had no idea where the hell he picked up that habit but it seemed comforting to him. "Honestly? I dunno. It's been brewing for a while and then the whole de-aging thing happened and... what about you?"
"I am not entirely sure. It just happened. I believe it started during the Apocalypse."
"So we liked each other and we were to dense to see that the other person liked us back. It took the devious efforts of other people to get us to see that? I'm gonna send them a fruit basket or something."
"I am not as anatomically impaired as a Ken doll."
Sam gave Cas a look. "What? Oh, were you watching Dogma again?"
"Yes. Although the movie is full of inaccuracies and the real Metatron is, as Dean would say, a dick, it is an enjoyable film."
"Good to know," Sam said, while thinking 'Dean has a lot to answer for.'
Cas seemed to read Sam's mind. "It wasn't Dean."
"Okay, I'll take your word for it." Sam sat on the bed and Cas sat next to him. "Uh, how do you want to work this?"
"I believe we start with kissing and see how it progresses from there."
"Sounds good to me," Sam leaned forward amd gently pressed his lips to Cas' in a chaste kiss.
"No, Sam," Cas said quietly when Sam pulled back slightly. "Kiss me like you kissed me in the dining room. I liked that."
Sam felt his heart skip a beat. He hadn't kissed anyone for a long time so he was worried that he was a bit rusty. He shrugged to himself and pulled Cas in for a deeper kiss.
Cas kissed Sam back and willingly opened his mouth so Sam could slid his tongue into his mouth along side his own.
The two of them tangled tongues for a while before Sam found himself kissing down the side of Cas' neck. He pulled back slightly, breathing heavily. "I won't rush you. Tell me to stop and I will. No questions asked."
"Sam," Cas answered, already sounding wrecked. If he was like this after a kiss, what would he be like after they had gone all the way. Of course Sam would go at the pace set by Cas. "Don't stop. I think we've waited long enough, don't you?"
"What did I do to deserve you?" Sam asked. He held up a hand as Cas opened his mouth to reply. "It was a rhetorical question, Cas."
"Look, we need to be on the same page. I won't rush you into anything you aren't comfortable with. I just want to be close to you."
"And you are." Cas punctuated his words with kisses on Sam's jawline. "Let's just see how it goes."
"Yes, I can do that," Sam said, moving his head so he was kissing Cas on the lips again. "We have a lot to talk about."
The next morning, Sam and Cas walked down to breakfast, hand in hand, smiling dopily at each other. "I really liked last night," Sam stated.
"I did too."
"What took us so long?"
"I think we were oblivious to each other's feelings for each other. It took Dean..."
"And the terrible twosome..."
"...To get us to realise that we liked each other."
"Yeah, we need to thank them. Where are they anyway?"
Cas didn't answer as he pulled Sam in for a kiss, which Sam returned eagerly.
"Hey, hey, hey! Break it up, you two," Dean's voice said as the person in question sauntered, with a noticiable limp. When he came closer, Sam noticed that his hair was sticking up all over the place and he had two sets of teethmarks in his neck. "Glad to see that you two finally hooked up. It only took you, what, five months."
"What the hell happened to you?"
Dean smiled a crooked grin. "Twins, dude. Same time."
"I don't want to know."
"Dean, it looks like you were attacked by a wild animal... or two."
"Yeah, well. Both twins bite." Dean smirked. "You should see Barty. Poor guy looks like he was mauled by a vampire or werewolf or something." He paused. "I'm not entirely sure that Bardulf, or I guess I should call him James now, isn't a werewolf or vampire."
"Do we need to hunt him?"
"No. Checked him with silver and checked for fangs but no dice. He's just got sharp teeth."
"You cut him? How did you swing that?"
"Told him I wanted to try a bit of bloodplay. Surprisingly he was all for it."
"I don't want to know."
Sam huffed. "Dean, they have no clue on what we do. What happens when we go back to our normal ages? Then what?"
"You're right. They deserve to know. In fact, I think we should tell them."
"And what happens when they freak out and refuse to speak to you any more?" Dean seemed lost for an answer. "It must be serious if you're thinking of exposing them to our world."
"I want them to be prepared."
Sam shook his head and changed the subject. "Just one question, and I don't want any details, but who was in the middle?" Sam asked, curious at Dean's reply.
"I was. I can die happy now."
"I will resurrect you if you do die," Cas pointed out. "I mean, I would if I could."
"Figure of speech, Cas... Although, those two might just kill me with their stamina." Dean smirked. "So, out of you two, who was on top?"
"I'm not telling you. Not all of us like to broadcast their love life for all to know."
"Why not? It's a natural thing." Dean winced. "I'm going to be feeling this for days. That's a sign of a very good time had by all."
"Too much info."
"Sam is most definitely not a prude. In fact he..." Cas trailed off. "Is that something we should not tell Dean?"
Sam nodded. "Yes, Cas. Definitely not."
"Right," Dean said with a happy smile. "I'm glad you finally sorted yourselves out. I was getting a headache from all the emo'ness that was plaguing you two. Okay, chick flick's over now."
"You set us up! You caused chaos! You roped the twins into it. There was misunderstandings galore."
Dean shrugged. "It all worked out. You got the guy of your dreams. I got twins."
Sam gave Dean a look. "Dean... This whole thing had the makings of a Shakespeare comedy written all over it."
"Hey, as Shakespeare once said, 'All's well that ends well'."
"Dean..." Sam gave Dean a warning look.
"Go grab some breakfast. I'm sure you're hungry."
"Yeah, I could eat," Dean muttered. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, kids," he called behind him as he walked towards the dining hall.
"That's a very short list," Sam commented, shaking his head at the retreating form of Dean, before turning back to Cas.
"Or a blank list," Cas agreed, reaching for Sam.
"Now where were we?" Sam questioned, pulling Cas in for another kiss.
Cas returned the kiss eagerly. He abruptly pulled back slightly. "I think we can have our curtain call on this whole affair."
"I agree. Let's go backstage for a bit of offscreen action and hope that there are no calls for encores," Sam agreed. "Or we can go for breakfast."
"Yes. Breakfast sounds good."
Sam smiled at Cas as they made their way into the dining room to get some breakfast.
Epilogue: Coming soon
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