Tell me where we go from here 8/?
Chapter 8
Sam woke up in the middle of the night and felt way too well rested to go back to sleep. His face was itching now but at least the pain was dull enough to be ignored. With a groan he rolled out of bed and went for a shower. He didn't turn the water warmer than barely tepid, just warm enough to not rattle his teeth under the spray, and at least for his face the water did wonders. Carefully he dried it off with a soft towel and put more ointment on which had magically found its way to the bathroom. Along with the painkillers.
After weeks of being alone in the bunker, worried sick about Dean, such a little gesture warmed his heart. Dean was back and he actually cared about Sam again. And he had finally admitted his feelings to Cas, a thing Sam had never expected to happen but his brother and the angel were clearly in love and enjoying this new thing between them.
Sam had one last look at his reflection in the mirror. His face looked better, now it could pass as a bad case of sunburn despite the fact that it was the wrong time of the year for sunburns. But he had no intention to leave the bunker before his face looked like his face again so he didn't care about believable explanations anyway.
Quietly to not wake Dean or Cas, Sam walked over to the library. He could use the quiet of the night to get some work done.
"When will he ever learn to switch off the lights?" Sam muttered when he noticed light coming from the library. They didn't have to pay for anything, a fact that was driving Dean nuts - Where were the electricity and the water coming from? How could they have reception with several feet of concrete all around them? - but it didn't sit right with Sam to just leave the lights on or the water running.
"You've saved the planet often enough." Had been Dean's answer when he'd pointed it out to him one day and Sam swore Dean left the lights on on purpose now.
However, when he turned around the corner Sam didn't find the library as deserted as he'd expected it to be.
Cas sat at one of the tables with Sam's laptop in front of him. Whatever he was doing, he was so engrossed that he hadn't noticed him yet. Sam opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a masculine groan coming from the laptop.
"You like that?" A male voice asked followed by the telltale sound of skin slapping against skin. "You like getting fucked like this?"
There was a stuttered yes followed by more moans.
"Cas?" Sam stepped into the library. "What are you doing?"
As if it wasn't obvious. And Sam really wished that Cas would have taken Dean's laptop to watch his porn. Now Sam had to search the thing for viruses and other malware before he could use it again. However, that didn't give him an answer why Cas was sitting here in the middle of the night watching porn.
At least he had both hands on the table, Sam was grateful for small mercies here.
Cas looked up at him, not in the slightest ashamed by getting caught watching porn.
"I'm doing research." He said and as ridiculous as it sounded, Sam believed him in an instant. Cas narrowed his eyes on him and it took Sam a second to remember his injured face. "How do you feel?"
"Better." Sam answered, already sick of that question. He took a breath, not sure if he wanted to ask the next question but in the end curiosity won. "What are you researching?"
He took a seat opposite from Cas. From here he couldn't see the screen and Cas had paused or muted the video so there were no more disturbing sounds coming from the speakers.
"I don't have sexual experience with men." Cas answered with only a brief second of hesitation.
"And you think this will help you?" Sam pointed at the laptop. He did remember the pizza man incident so Cas might actually learn something from this but still. "You know that's all fake, right?"
"I am aware that this is a fantasy produced for sexual pleasure." Cas nodded in earnest. "But I thought I could lean something about the basics from it." His eyes traveled back to the screen, his expression almost wistful.
"Dean has experience with other men." Sam said carefully. The last thing he wanted to do was to talk or even think about Dean's sexual experience. "I'm sure he can help you with any question you have." Thinking about it, it was odd that they hadn't crossed that line already. Dean wasn't the romantic type who waited for the right moment. He lived in the now, there might be no later, so Sam was surprised that they still slept in different rooms.
"I know about the ... positions." Cas said and Sam felt the heat rising into his face. At least it was already red so Cas couldn't see him blushing. "But I don't know what Dean likes."
Sam wondered for a moment whom he might have pissed off to deserve this but then he took pity on Cas. The angel was lost here and just wanted to do the right thing.
"This is not only about what Dean wants." Sam explained. "You have to ask yourself what you want. Talk to Dean about this, I'm sure you two can figure it out. Believe me, Dean is all for trial and error when it comes to sex, you'll find a way to make it right for both of you."
Cas didn't look convinced but he nodded.
"Seriously." Sam said. "Talk to him."
"I will." Cas shut the laptop and stood up and Sam wondered if he would go and wake Dean at three in the morning to discuss sex positions with him. "Thank you, Sam."
Sam waited until Cas had left the room before he hurried to get out of the chair. He wanted to know if Cas was going straight for Dean or to his own room. Glancing around the corner he saw Cas stopping at Dean's door but then he kept on walking and opened the door to his own room.
Shaking his head with a grin Sam returned to the table with the laptop sitting innocently on top. As far as Sam could tell Cas hadn't shut anything so there might be some porn waiting for him when he turned it on.
Sam made a face but then he opened it and pushed the button. He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little bit curious what Cas had been watching for his research. Gay porn wasn't Sam's thing but he didn't felt grossed out or anything when he accidentally stumbled over it, at least not more than he was by other porn.
However, what greeted him when the screen came back to life wasn't at all what he'd expected. One man was tied face down to a bench, his thoroughly whipped ass up in the air while a second man in some kind of leather harness fucked him roughly from behind.
Sam couldn't click the x in the upper corner quickly enough. That was totally not his thing. And now he wondered in which position Cas had pictured himself. And which he'd left for Dean. Sam could picture neither of them in anything like this but he didn't really want to think about this too closely. He loved Dean and Cas but there were things he really didn't want to know about them.
"Maybe he's just stumbled over this by accident." Sam muttered to himself and started cleaning the laptop from every evidence of Cas' research. Somehow he doubted Cas had been looking for something like this. Either way, this was none of Sam's business. But he couldn't help the smile creeping on his lips when he thought about the conversation these two would have in the near future. He would like to play fly on the wall to that, just to see Dean stutter in embarrassment.
Sam made himself more comfortable in the chair and went back to work. He wasn't searching for a new case, the last one had been more than enough for a while, thank you very much, but there was still the Mark of Cain and Cas' grace. And Sam got the feeling both problems weren't easy to solve.
By the time Dean was up, Sam had piled up books and notes all around him, his eyes were burning and not from the irritation, and he wasn't one step closer to a solution to their problems.
"You're up early." Dean commented when he came in with fresh coffee. Sam rose his head more to the smell of the coffee than to his brother but with that he gave Dean the chance to examine his face and that was apparently all Dean wanted. Sam held his gaze until Dean smiled at him, indicating that he liked what he was seeing.
"You look almost human again." He set one mug on the most stable pile of Sam's notes and then settled into a chair with his legs stretched out, warming both hands on his own coffee. Dean hadn't bothered with dressing just yet so he sat there in his dead guy's robe with showing way too much leg for Sam's liking. For some reason he pictured him with a leather harness beneath the robe and he had to shake his head to get rid of that picture.
Dammit, Cas, Sam thought but grinned into his coffee. Should he warn Dean? Tell him about Cas' research? Sam thought about that for a second but then decided against it, he didn't want to spoil the surprise.
"Cas still sleeping?" Sam asked as innocently as possible.
"Yeah." Dean scratched the back of his head. "For an angel he's sleeping a lot lately."
Sam didn't know what to say to that. Angels didn't sleep, that was a fact. The only times Cas had needed to sleep had been when he'd lost his connection to heaven, had become human or was running out of grace.
"I'm looking for a way to find his grace." Sam said because that was the only thing he could say to that. Dean knew as well as Sam that a sleeping Cas wasn't a healthy Cas, to put it lightly.
Dean didn't answer. He just nodded and took another sip from his coffee.
"How is it going between you two?" Sam asked and could only hope that Dean would take the question as the genuine interest of a brother it was meant and not as prying on his part.
"Good." Dean set the mug on the table and rolled it between his hands.
"That's good." Sam said and meant it. "You know that I wouldn't mind if you two would share a room, right?" He was on thin ice here, he knew that but he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was the reason they hadn't gone farther yet.
They had shared the double bed Sam had forced on them in the motel without complaining but back in the bunker they stayed in their own rooms.
Thinking of the way Dean had awkwardly told him that he and Cas were together now, Sam wasn't sure if Dean was still worried that Sam would react badly to this. Dean hadn't hid this part of himself but he hadn't actually shown it either and it might be hard to break with old habits here. Not that it had ever been necessary around Sam.
Now Dean glanced at him.
"And you know that's none of your business, right?" He shot back but there was something in his expression that told Sam that he got the message. Sam raised his hands in defeat.
"Just saying." With that he went back to work and Dean left to get himself some breakfast.
Chapter 9
Masterpost