time for everything and time for nothing too

[Sam Winchester]

The time for discussing some things had come to this point. He knew Cas wasn't as close to him as he was to his brother Dean. Granted he understood that they were like brothers to each other but wouldn't that make Sam,Dean's flesh and blood like a brother to Cas as well? It didn't make any sense to him nor did it make him any less angry about it. Didn't he deserve that same bond his brother had with Cas? He saved the world just as many times as Dean had. Granted when he had no soul he killed innocent people but that wasn't entirely his fault.

So here he was sitting in the library looking up some things on his laptop after texting dean a few minutes ago and it seemed like he would be here probably another half an hour or so given Dean might have a class to teach or he was out doing what ever he wanted to do. He didn't blame Dean for having a life,well somewhat of a life outside of the school. He just wished he would be invited to go to bars or to talk to Cas once in a while.

He had also asked Dean to ask Cas to come along to the library with him as they needed to talk some things over. After all it was about time he confronted the both of them,well mostly Cas about the whole brotherly thing they had. He was just getting to the point of opening a webpage about souls when he heard the door to the library open. Without looking up he sighs."About time you showed up..what took you?"He said still not looking up from the computer. Which in some cases could be a bad thing. What if it wasn't his brother with Cas that had just walked into the room? What if it was a demon or a student?

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[dean winchester]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] Dean snorted at his little brother as he pulled over a chair from a study table and sat down. “So, Sammy, who pissed in your wheaties?” he asked giving his trademark grin. On the inside he was squirming a little. Why did Sam need to talk to both him and Cas? In the back of his mind Dean knew that his chest was a little tighter than it should be. He felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar…. But he knew there was no real way he’d done anything wrong. So he liked spending time with the guy… was that wrong? No. How much he liked spending time with him was what made Dean feel… odd. Sam was his little brother. There was this familiar steadiness with Sam. It was like watching a movie you has seen a hundred times but still adored. Castiel was, well like a horror movie. Dean never knew what would shock him about the angel, make him divert his eyes or leave his heart sputtering. Hell, he even had dreams. But Dean, being ever the stubborn man, blamed it on the angel mumbo jumbo crap. To be honest, it was nicer and more pleasant to spend time with Sam. But Dean was a big enough sucker for knowing more about Castiel to put up with that high blood pressure shit to be with him. What if Sam noticed? Hell, that couldn’t happen. There was nothing to notice after all. Dean just didn’t take the high doses of holiness well. Dean looked Sam up and down. “Seriously though, whats up?” This was a little worrying. Dean would always look out for Sam. That was his job. The only reason Dean could be so cold and joke was the fact Sam knew all too well Dean would sell his soul to keep him safe. Dean was no fool, he knew it had to be hard on Sam…. This much pressure to lead and make the right choices for the school and all the students on top of his issues. Man, he didn’t envy his little brother’s position. The most he could do however, was just be there. Sometimes in life that was all you could really do. 373| sam and cas | dastiel hints : p this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[Castiel]

The bond between Sam and Dean was one that rivaled the ever-growing bond between Castiel and Dean. The biological connection that they shared would always be stronger, they were family after all. Well, Cas felt that entire statement was contradictory. His bond with his own family was in tatters. Some times families didn't always have the same kind of connection between them. The angels no longer accepted Castiel as a brother, and that had left Cas reeling, looking for answers at every turn. It was strange, the only thing that now made sense to him was whatever he had with Dean, but at the same time it made very little sense to him. For the longest time he had dreamed, literally dreamed, about finding Dean again. He needed to sleep just like any old human and whenever he would drift of in a peaceful slumber, Dean's face would appear behind his eyes.

Anyway, now Cas was back and he felt almost happy. There was a warm feeling in his heart that just got bigger and bigger, especially when he was spending time with Dean. It was a feeling he ignored and would keep ignoring until he figured out what it was. Just as he started to understand what happiness, sadness or anger felt like, the world would throw him another curveball. Another feeling that left his mind scattered and confused. But these days most things were confusing. He felt like his mind had been put through a blender and then forced back into his skull.

All the time that Dean spent with Cas ticked Sam off in some way. The angel, of course, did not understand. He was hoping to find out. Sam had sent Dean a message via cellphone, requesting their presence, they were making there way over to the library to see him. He walked faithfully alongside Dean in silence, neither of them spoke again until they reached the library. Sam was already there, ready and waiting for the pair of men to arrive. "So, Sammy, who pissed in your wheaties?” Dean asked. Cas very nearly smiled at that, almost let out a small, uncharacteristic chuckle. Then Dean smiled that trademark smile which sent Castiel's heart aflutter. But he kept his face stoic, emotionless and sat down across from Sam.

((Blegh. I don't know what it is with my muse, it's, like, deader than dead. This post sucks and sorry for the wait))