Sam lay in his bed staring up at the dark ceiling. The room surrounding him was quiet. The only real noise was what could be heard through the wall that connected his room to his brother's. And that noise was not something he really wanted to hear.

A solitary tear ran down his cheek as Sam rolled to bury his face in his pillow now. He hated having to hear those sounds. Sounds of his brother that way for someone else. Sounds of the man he loved loving and being loved by another. Sounds of Dean being brought to pleasure again and again; night after night at the hands of Castiel.

Dean's cries of pleasure as he bellows out Cas' name cover the noise of Sam sobbing into his pillow for the umpteenth time in the last six months.