Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warnings: Minor spoilers, slash
Summary: Sam is sick of Dean and Castiel dancing around each other. One night he finally snaps at them, and then leaves them alone. While he's walking he finds a stranger about to be possessed. He always has to be the hero.
A/N: This was going to be the one-shot I promised to the first person who guessed the new guardian angel in Shadow Protector. Congratulations Kirallie! It has gained a life of it's own though, and is going to have a few chapters instead of just being a one-shot. She requested a Sam/Harry, with Dean/Castiel in it. This is the result. Hope you enjoy.
This was not the way Sam wanted to spend his evening. Watching his big brother flirt it up with one scantily clad girl or another, was not his idea of fun. It was amusing to watch Castiel get more and more frustrated, without really knowing why though. The poor angel had no idea how obviously he was crushing on Dean, just as Dean seemed oblivious to the angel's feelings.
Dean had been flirting with Castiel every time he showed up in whatever motel room the brothers happened to be staying in at the time. Dean hadn't even realized he was doing this until Sam pointed it out earlier in the night.
"What? That's ridiculous Sammy; I do not flirt with Castiel!"
"Don't call me Sammy. It's not ridiculous Dean, it's the truth! Why do you find it so hard to believe?"
"For one, he's a guy! Two, I would know if I was flirting with someone. Three, if I was flirting with him he would have already been in my bed."
Dean says this with his usual cocky smirk. Sam just sighs and rests his head against the wall behind his seat, closing his eyes in frustration.
"So what if he's a guy? You obviously like him Dean!" Sam raises his head again to stare right into Dean's eyes.
Dean just glares back at him. "I do not, Sammy. Just because you can't get a girl doesn't mean you need to be accusing me of liking guys!"
Sam suddenly stood up, glaring at dean from across the small room.
"What is so wrong about liking guys? If you were to find someone and be happy with them, I wouldn't care what gender they are, I would just be happy for you! And do not call me Sammy!"
Dean folds his arms across his chest and steadily looks at Sam.
"Is there something you need to tell me Sam? Like maybe, the reason you never go home with a girl, is because you aren't interested in them?"
"I am not. I am simple saying, I want you to be happy Dean. If your happiness comes in the form of an angel, albeit a male one, then you should go for it!"
Before Dean can say anything else Castiel suddenly appears. Dean gapes at him in shock for a moment before recovering.
"What are you doing here Cas? How did you find us? Not that I'm unhappy to see you, I just thought you couldn't locate us with those symbols you carved into our ribs…"
Dean cuts his rambling short as he notices the knowing smirk on Sam's face.
"Sam sent me a text with the address."
"You can text?"
"Yes. Sam showed me how the last time I was with you two."
Dean looks over at Sam, who is watching the conversation with apparent amusement, before turning back to the angel.
"Where was I? I don't remember him teaching you."
"You were having relations with a girl you met at the bar."
"…Oh, right then…"
Sam snorts at the blush that formed on Dean's face. He had never before seen his brother blush because of taking about some girl he had slept with. The blush disappears when Dean hears Sam snort, and he turns to mildly glare at his brother.
"Shut up Sam. So why are you here Cas?"
"Sam thought I would be beneficial for me to 'take a night off'. I agreed to spend the evening with the two of you. What do you have planned?"
Dean rolls his eyes at Sam's chuckles, before a decidedly devious grin spreads across his face.
"I was just telling Sammy about a strip club I saw a few blocks over. We were just talking about going over there, when you showed up."
Castiel looks slightly uncomfortable, but nods anyway.
"Alright. I told Sam I would spend the evening with you both, so I won't break my word."
Sam just glares at Dean, but doesn't say anything against it.
Sam snapped out of his thoughts at Dean's shout.
"What Dean? You don't have to shout, I am right here."
"Clearly I do have to shout. I've been calling you're name for almost two minutes, dude!"
"Oh, sorry… So what did you want?"
Dean smirked, and gestured to a girl standing beside him.
"Candy here was just telling Cas and me about what a great lap dance she does. I was saying that I think you should have the honor of enjoying it."
The girl, Candy, gave him a flirty smile and walked over to him.
"Thanks man, but no thanks." Sam turned to Candy and handed her a few small bills. "Thank you, you are very pretty and I'm sure you give a great lap dance, but go give it to someone else."
Candy pouted, but walked away none the less.
Dean just gaped at him, before expressing his thoughts.
"Dude! That was so uncool! What is up with you tonight?"
"What do you mean?"
"That's the third girl you've turned away tonight! What's wrong with you? You can't even say they aren't your type, as they have all been fairly different!"
Castiel cringed at Dean's shout, as it had been right in his ear. He ignored this in favor of trying to reason with Dean.
"Perhaps he is uncomfortable with the idea of paying someone for the service of their body, Dean."
At this point Dean turned to the angel at their table, and glared.
"I did not ask you Mr. High and Mighty! You are just as bad as he is, I haven't seen you hit on one girl yet either!"
Sam noticed that while Dean seemed angry, he also slurred his words slightly. Realizing his brother was probably drunk he sighed heavily, reaching over to pat Castiel on the arm.
"Don't mind him Cas, I think he's just had one to many."
"I have not! You have barely even looked at a girl in here! If I didn't know better I'd say you weren't interested in any of them! You should just pick one Sam; maybe if you got laid you would be less grumpy!"
This was the final straw for Sam and he shoved his seat away from the table, standing angrily.
"You know what Dean; I'm not interested in any of them! Cas isn't either, but that's probably because he only has eyes for you! You think I'm grumpy, look at yourself, when was the last time you were happy? Leave my love life and sex life alone! Go screw your angel; I'm going for a walk. I'll be back later."
Dean just alternated between gaping at Sam in shock and openly staring at Castiel.
Sam stormed off, Castiel quickly following behind him.
Before Sam got very far Castiel grabbed his shoulder and shoved him into a wall.
"What did you mean by that, Samuel?"
"Mean by what, Castiel? You're going to have to be more specific."
"Don't snap at me. It's Dean you are angry with, I have done nothing to anger you. What did you mean about me having eyes for Dean?"
Sam chuckled, squirming out of the angel's grip, to stand firmly on the floor.
"Have you noticed that every time you are in the same room as Dean you can't stop watching him? Maybe when he speaks kindly to you, you get a strange feeling in your stomach?"
"It's polite to look at someone when you are talking to them. I'm sure my stomach problems are simply a problem with this body."
"What about the unexplainable feeling of anger when Dean spends the night with some random girl? Or tonight, when he was hitting on everything with legs?"
"…None of those girls are good enough for him. That's all."
"Cas, face it. You think none of those girls are good enough for him, because you think you would be a better fit for him. I think it's cool. You would be good for Dean, he needs someone like you. Even if it doesn't turn out to be anything more than a one night stand, I know Dean wants you too. Go talk to him about it. Take him back to the motel room; I'll stay out until I get a call from you."
Castiel just nodded numbly, still processing what Sam had told him.
Sam gently turned him around and pushed him back in the direction of the table they had been sitting at, and Dean.
After making sure his phone was on, he walked out into the cool night. He took a deep breathe of the crisp air, glad to be out of the smoky atmosphere of the club. He hung out in the shadows around the club for a little while, until Dean walked out of the bar, being slightly supported by Castiel.
Smiling, Sam turned and walked in the opposite direction. Let them have a good night, even if was only one.