This will be based on the prompt above.

*A/N: Cass can still fly in this story. Gabriel is alive too. A lot of minor details will be changed too."

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*Castiel's POV*

I've loved Dean ever since I raised him from perdition. Knowing him, it wouldn't be reciprocated. He only wants women. I could switch vessels, but I've grown to like this one quite much.

"You should tell him," Sam says, pulling me out of my thoughts. We're seated in the bunker library, researching for the next hunt.

"What do you mean?" I ask, tilting my head and furrowing my brows.

"Don't act dumb, Cass," Sam says. "Tell Dean how you feel."

I avert my gaze back to the book in front of me. "I don't know what you're talking about, Sam," I reply.

"Tell that to the eye-sex," he scoffs.

"Sam, drop it," I say lowly.

"It's been nine years, Castiel," Sam says. "Just tell him."

"No," I reply. "Please, let it go."

"Why won't you tell him?" Sam pushes.

"Because he's straight, Sam!" I say loudly and sternly.

Sam flinches backwards. "Sorry," he mutters.

"Sam," I sigh. "I told you to drop it. I'm sorry."

"I'm back!" Dean yells, slamming the big metal door shut. I hear him descend the steps at a fast pace. He makes his way over to us before stopping in his tracks. "Everything okay, Sam?"

"Yeah," Sam replies quietly. I look at the book, feeling bad. Sam clears his throat. "I think I know what we're hunting. Judging on all the men going missing, I think we're looking for a succubus."

My breathing hitches. "No," I say sternly.

"What?" Dean asks.

"We'll send some other hunters," I plead. "I'll go with them. You two are not going on this hunt."

"What makes you say that?" Dean challenges.

"Make sure the hunters are women. I'm going with," I say, standing up.

"We're going," Sam says, standing up also.

"No!" I say loudly. They both flinch, but stand their ground.

"Cass, can I talk to you real quick?" Sam asks hesitantly. I nod, following him out of the room. We keep walking until we're sure Dean is nowhere around. "It won't work on you, will it? Succubus, they're female. It won't affect you."

I look to the ground. "That's why I said female hunters," I admit. "You and Dean, you'll be trapped."

"We can lure her out, then you can kill her. Won't that work?" Sam asks.

"You're not just pawns, Sam," I retort. "You're my family."

A small smile places itself on Sam's face. "Let's go tell Dean we're leaving."

•••

We're now in the Impala, on the way to the case. Dean's been driving for hours. Led Zeppelin plays on the radio at a medium volume. Suddenly, Dean turns it down.

"How do we gank it?" He asks.

"The succubus will not have any affect on me, since I'm an angel," I lie. "You and Sam will draw her out, and I'll kill her."

"But how do you kill her?" Sam asks.

I look out the window, giving no response. "Cass, how do we kill her?" Dean repeats.

"Don't worry about it," I reply.

"Cass," Dean warns. "How?"

"My grace," I tell them.

Dean slams on his breaks, almost getting into an accident. Luckily, the person behind us swerved around the Impala at the last second. "Dean!" Sam exclaims.

"Shit, sorry," he replies, starting to drive down the road again. "Is there no other way, Cass?"

"No," I reply, my voice coming out gruff and stern. "They're powerful beings."

"They?" Sam asks.

"Succubus have a male form. They are called incubus. It's the same concept, except they prey on females," I tell them.

They sigh in response. A couple minutes go by without speaking.

"Dean, stop there," Sam says, gesturing to the motel down the road. Dean obliges, a yawn escaping his mouth.

We exit the car after Dean puts it into park. "We still have about 12 hours worth of driving left," Dean tells us.

Sam groans, walking up to the check in desk. "Do you have a room with two singles?" He asks.

Her eyes drift from Sam, to Dean, to me. "Yes," she says hesitantly. "Do you need a second room?"

"No," Dean replies, handing her the fake credit card.

"So," she starts, clearing her throat. She looks up, meeting my gaze. "Are you single?"

My eyes widen at the sudden question. "Excuse me?" Dean asks.

She quickly starts to put in the credit card info. "I'm sorry," she says. "I didn't realize you two were together."

Sam snorts, shutting up when I glare at him. "No," Dean says. "We're not. We're like family."

I avert my gaze, wincing at the words. She hands the card back to Dean. "Down the hall. Room two."

The three of us enter the room. The brothers flop onto the bed as I sit myself down on the couch.

•••

The next morning, Sam goes out to get some food. He leaves Dean and I here, promising to be back soon.

As the door shuts, Dean sits upright in the bed. His gun is drawn after grabbing it from underneath his pillow.

"It was just Sam," I tell him.

Dean sighs in relief, placing the gun in its original spot. He walks over to the couch and sits down. "What did you do all night?"

"Nothing," I admit. "I watched over you."

"That's a bit weird," Dean replies. I shrug in response.

Half an hour later, Sam comes back with food. Dean instantly takes the pie, digging in.

"That's not breakfast, Dean," I point out.

"Sue me," Dean snaps, shoveling the pie into his mouth.

"So, what's the plan of attack with the succubus?" Sam asks.

"The two of you need to keep your eyes on the ground, or each other. Do not look at the succubus, especially her eyes. They'll trap you. I'll catch her off guard, then kill her," I tell them.

"That's it?" Dean asks.

"It's more difficult than it sounds, Dean," I say sternly. "I've encountered these before. I know what they can do."

"You've never gotten trapped by them before," Dean points out.

Averting my eyes, I don't respond. "Wait...have you?" Sam asks.

"I thought angels aren't affected by them," Dean says.

"I would like to skip this conversation," I respond. "I don't want to talk about this."

"You're not making sense," Dean says. "You can't be affected by them, but you've been trapped before?"

"Dean, drop it," Sam says sternly.

Dean looks at him in shock. "He's keeping something from us, Sam!" He exclaims.

"Are you two done yet?" I ask, exasperated. "Let's just get this hunt over and done with."

*Dean's POV*

Sam and I throw out the trash. We take turns showering and then pack our bags. After leaving the room, we go back to the front desk. I notice the girl from last night has been replaced with a man around our age.

"We'd like to check out. Room two," Sam says.

He nods, typing some things on his laptop. The man looks up. His breath hitches when his eyes make contact with Cass. My jaw clenches at the sight.

He grabs a card from his pocket, with the motel logo on it. He turns it around and scribbles something onto it. Then, it's handed to Castiel. "Hope to see you again." He winks at Cass, and I break.

"Sam, Cass. Go to the car. I forgot something in the room."

"Dean?" Cass asks.

"Go!" I say sternly.

They exit the motel at a fast pace. "Was there an issue with your stay?" The guy asks.

"You don't flirt with your customers," I tell him. My voice is low and threatening. "Leave him alone. Don't text him. He's not yours."

"Doesn't seem like he's yours either," he retorts.

My jaw clenches again, before I let out a sigh. "What is it with people here flirting with Cass?" I ask myself.

"Cute name," he smirks.

I glare at him, and he cowers. "Don't even think about it. Say one word to him and I'm coming after you."

"Don't threaten me," he says, voice small, but with a little annoyance.

"It's not a threat. It's a promise," I reply. Then I walk out.

I climb into the drivers seat, pulling out of the motel. "So what'd you forget?" Sam asks.

"My gun," I lie.

I look back at Cass, seeing his beautiful blue eyes staring back at me. Beautiful?! I did NOT just say that! I look at the road, scolding myself for feeling this way.

"Dean, are you okay?" Castiel asks.

"Yeah," I reply.

•••

*Castiel's POV*

We had interviewed all families except the last one. That's happening now, though.

Sam knocks on the door. It opens, so we show our badges. "Agents Nash, Crosby, and Stills," Dean says. "We'd like to talk to you about Liam Rodgers."

The woman sniffles, letting us in. She wipes her nose with the tissue before leading us to the living room.

We sit down on the couch, her in the rocking chair. "So...what do you want to know?" She asks.

"What was he like?" Sam asks softly.

"Well...he was very independent, studious. He didn't have many friends," she sighs. "But he did have a boyfriend."

"A boyfriend?" I ask. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" She defends. "He came out to me a couple years ago."

Dean clears his throat. "May I ask his sexuality?" He asks.

"What does that have to do with anything?" She asks.

"Please, just answer the question," I tell her.

"He's gay," she admits. "Never been attracted to girls in his life."

The three of us share a confused look. "Alright, that's all we need then. Thank you for your time," Sam says.

And then we leave. The ride to another motel is quiet, nothing besides the car's engine and outside can be heard.

We check into the room and sit down at the table. Dean is the first one to speak. "I don't get it. If he's gay, how can the succubus trap him?"

"I...have a theory," I say quietly. "Sam, I need to talk to you."

"No," Dean says. "Tell both of us."

"It...could be an incubus," I admit. "That attracts males. It's very rare, but not unheard of."

"I'll start looking into their lives to see if they weren't straight," Sam says, opening his laptop.

"Sam," I say sternly. He looks up, then his facial expression changes. "I need to talk to you."

"Cass, buddy, what's wrong?" Dean asks.

I stand up, losing my balance. Sam quickly grabs onto me as he stands up straight. "We'll be back, Dean," Sam says. Dean spits out multiple curses as Sam carefully leads me out of the room. "What is it, Cass?"

"I need to talk to someone," I admit. "I can't do this alone."

"You're not alone, Cass. You have us," he points out.

"I can't kill the incubus!" I shout. "It'll trap me before I can even get close to him."

"So, you're the bait now?" He asks.

"Yes, but I need help. I need to talk to someone," I repeat. "Go back in the room, I'll come in when I'm done."

"Are you sure?" Sam asks.

"Don't tell Dean, that's all I ask," I reply.

"Okay," he says. Then he enters the room, closing the door behind him. I wait until I hear indistinct talking from the brothers before speaking again.

"Gabriel, I need your help," I say, leaning against the wall. "Last time I went after an incubus, you saved me. Well, there's another one."

I wait for a couple minutes, closing my eyes. I smile after hearing a flutter of wings. Opening my eyes, I see Gabriel standing across from me.

"Are you sure it's an incubus?" Gabriel asks.

"Preying on un-straight men," I reply. "Well, that's my assumption. Sam's checking it out, but that's the only explanation. Gays can't turn straight for a succubus, no matter how pretty she is. It's her power that traps them. Won't work if they're gay. Which is why I waited till the last minute to call you down here."

"Cassie, I'm pansexual," Gabe admits. "You're lucky it doesn't affect archangels or you'd be screwed."

"So you'll help me?" I ask. Gabe nods. "We can't tell Dean."

Gabriel snorts in response. "Obviously," Gabe retorts. I lead him into the motel room. Both Winchester's are oblivious to the archangels' presence.

"Cass, you were right," Sam says. "None of them are straight."

"And that's what I'm here for," Gabriel chirps.

The brothers jump from their chairs, pulling out their guns and aiming them at Gabriel. They groan when they realize who it is.

"You've got to be kidding me," Dean groans. "Cass, can't you kill the incubus?"

"No," I say defeatedly. "The plan of attack has changed, just so you know."

They sit back down after putting their guns into their original place. "Does it really make that big of a difference?" Dean asks.

"Yep," Gabriel says. "Cassie here is now the bait."

"What?" Dean asks. "No!"

"It's the only way, Dean," Sam admits.

"Why Cass?!"

"Because it'll only work on me!" I exclaim. "It's not like either of you are attracted to guys!"

It's dead silent now. Dean looks like a fish out of water, not knowing how to respond. Sam watches Dean for his reaction. Gabriel stays silent, knowing this isn't the time for jokes or pranks.

"What?" Dean finally asks.

"I'm gay, Dean," I admit. Might as well just tell him now that it's out there. But I can't. I can't tell him I'm in love with him.

"Isn't that like...against the rules of Heaven?" Dean asks.

"Since when do we listen to what Heaven has to say?" Gabe asks.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Dean asks.

"Because you're straight, Dean," I retort. "I didn't know you'd be okay with it."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks.

"You're with a different girl every night," I point out. "How was I supposed to know you'd be okay with someone being gay, let alone someone who lives in your own house?"

"It's not like you've seen me naked," Dean counters. I look at Gabe, seeing him trying to stifle a laugh. "Wait...have you?"

And then Gabriel loses it. So does Sam. I flop backwards, sitting down on the couch. "Assbutts," I whine. "It wasn't on purpose!"

"Thanks, Cass," Dean groans. "That's embarrassing."

"At least you didn't see Cass naked," Sam retorts, scrunching up his face in disgust.

"When was that?" I ask.

"You have?" Dean asks. "What the hell, Sam?"

Sam holds his hands up in defense. "He should make sure he's not alone then!"

Instantly, my eyes blow wide. "You didn't," I say hesitantly. "Please tell me you didn't."

"I did," Sam groans. "Go to a motel next time."

I bite my lip, averting my gaze. "What am I missing?" Gabriel asks.

"I'm lost," Dean says.

"You don't want to know," Sam says.

"Call me next time you decide to barge in," I grunt.

"Oh," Gabe gasps. "Ew! No! Please don't be what I think it is!"

"This conversation is over," I groan. "Let's just go kill the incubus."

"I'm still not okay with Cass sacrificing himself to him," Dean admits. "Why can't we send Gabriel? He's definitely not straight."

"I'm pans," Gabe adds. "But it won't work on archangels. No matter the gender."

"Cass lied last time. Why wouldn't you?" Dean asks.

"Dean," Sam says sternly. "You can't blame him for keeping that from you. He can tell whoever he wants whenever he wants."

"Because I don't care if everyone knows I'm pans. Cassie here cares about his image. Didn't want you to hate him or kick him out. Don't fault him for lying. He didn't know it would be a gay incubus like last time."

"Don't," I warn. "Don't tell them."

"Why?" Gabriel asks. "I got to you before he sealed the deal."

"Gabriel," I warn. "Drop it. I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

"Why?" He pushes.

"Because you don't know everything!" I shout. Within a split second, I shove Gabriel into the wall. He was taken off guard, which is why I got the upper hand. "I'm not going to tell you again. Drop it."

"What's so bad about this incubus?" Sam asks.

"Nothing," I lie. "Please, drop the subject. Or you'll have to find someone else to sacrifice themselves to the incubus."

"Fine, but you're telling us when the hunt is over," Dean says.

I take a deep breath. "Not one mention until then," I reply.

"Deal," Gabe responds. Then I'm shoved into the wall, with Gabriel on the outside. "Didn't think you'd get the jump on me for long, did you?"

"Just long enough to catch you off guard," I shrug.

"Well now we need to get you ready," Gabriel says, walking back to the couch and sitting down.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because he won't go for you if you look like that," Sam says.

"How then?" I ask.

Gabriel snaps his fingers. I gasp, looking down at my new outfit.

*A/N: Add Misha's sex hair from Lazarus Rising and that's the picture I'm getting at.*

"Much better," Gabriel chirps.

"I'm...very uncomfortable," I admit.

Sam snorts, so I look over. I see Dean staring at me with an unreadable expression. "Are we sure Dean can kill the incubus?" Sam asks.

"Why wouldn't he?" I ask.

*Dean's POV*

Gabriel switches Castiel's outfit. My breathing hitches at the sight of Cass in a casual outfit. A leather jacket and jeans. It suits him. Not to mention, the hair. It looks like he just rolled out of bed or finished having sex.

I shift in the seat as my pants become increasingly tighter. They talk to each other, but my focus remains on Castiel's figure.

Suddenly, I'm snapped out of it. Sam claps his hands in front of my face. I stumble, chair falling backwards. I hold onto the table and plant my feet to keep myself upright.

"What the hell, Sammy?!" I growl out. "Don't do that!"

"I wouldn't have to if you weren't staring!" Sam counters.

I glare at him. Thankfully, my boner goes away. "So where's this incubus at?"

"Supposedly he roams the gay bar down the street," Sam says. "You three ready?"

"Wait," Cass says. "My grace."

"No," I reply.

Gabriel ignores me, so does Castiel. Cass pulls out his angel blade, handing it to Gabriel. I smack the blade to the ground after storming over to them.

"Dean, let them do it," Sam sighs.

"No," I say sternly. "You're not hurting Cass. He needs everything he has to resist the incubus."

"Dean," Cass sighs. I glare at him. "It won't take much, I swear. Just a small amount."

Sam grabs my arm, tugging me away from them. I rip my arm from his grip, waiting for it to be over with.

Gabriel picks up the blade as Castiel lifts his chin. He makes a little cut across the neck as the grace exits the wound. Quickly, it dissipates into the angel blade. I stand there in shock, barely even registering when Gabriel heals the wound.

"So...now that can kill it?" Sam asks.

"Yeah," Cass sighs.

"I'm still not okay with this," I tell them.

"We know," Gabe says.

•••

*Castiel's POV*

"Do you see him yet?" Gabe asks.

I glance around the room. "No," I reply. And then I spot him. "Wait."

"You see him?" Dean asks.

"I can't do this," I say, backing up. "Not after last time."

"Cassie, you have to," Gabe sighs.

He grabs my arm and shoves me forward. I bump into the incubus, who catches me swiftly.

He puts me upright before smirking at me. "Well hello there. What's your name?"

"Castiel," I reply shyly.

"Name's Brandon," he replies.

"Love that name," I admit. "You're so hot."

He chuckles softly. "So are you," Brandon says. He leans forward, mouth next to my ear now. "How about we get out of here, huh?"

I nod, not even giving it a second thought. We exit the bar, only for Brandon to pause. "What's wrong?" I ask, clearly worried.

"That car," he says, pointing to the Impala. "Why is it here?"

"That's the Winchester's," I tell him, unable to stop the word flow. "They came here with me."

He spins around and looks at me accusingly. "Is this supposed to be a trap?"

"Yes," I admit. Brandon's face turns into shock. Then he smirks. "What's that for?"

"Come with me," he whispers.

"Where to?" I ask.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "No questions, Castiel," Brandon tells me. I nod in response.

I barely even realize when he pushes me up against the wall. "I thought we were leaving?" I ask.

"Not yet," he replies. "I want to see what makes you tick."

Brandon places his hands on my waist kissing from my jaw to my collarbone. He sucks on the small patch of skin connecting my neck and shoulder. My hands entangle into his hair as I give him more access. A small moan escapes my lips as he pulls our bodies flush together.

"Hey!" Dean yells.

We pull away. He looks at the three with shock and confusion. "Gabriel," he scoffs. "I should've known it was too good to be true."

"Stay away from him," Dean says sternly.

I bite my lip, trailing my eyes across his entire body. Everybody except Brandon is oblivious to the gesture. "So that's what you like, huh?"

He looks back at me and I gasp. His whole figure changes, resembling Dean but not completely. Brandon places his lips onto mine, in which I eagerly respond to.

It's like every fantasy I've ever had coming true. I'm with Dean, finally. It registers that it's not actually him, but I don't care anymore. I'd rather be happy with a fake than be family-zoned by the real one.

I flip us around so he's pressed against the wall. My hands are placed on either side of Brandon's body, keeping him secured. Slowly, I grind myself against him. He moans, in which I smirk.

"Why does he look like me?" Dean asks.

"Shut up, Dean," Sam groans.

"Cass, back up," Gabriel says.

I pull away enough to respond to them. "Go away," I reply.

Brandon rolls his hips, emitting a loud moan from me. "Much better," he praises.

I lean my head to the side. Brandon takes the opportunity to suck on my neck once again. "Dean..." I moan.

He flips us again. I roll my hips once more before he's pulled off of me. The blade enters his chest and I gasp. Brandon goes back to his original form and I break out of the trance.

I slide down the wall until I'm sitting down. My face is hidden in my knees. "Cassie, are you okay?" Gabriel asks.

"No," I reply. "Leave me alone."

"I didn't know they could change forms," Sam says.

"They can be anyone they want to be, Sam," I groan. "I told you I didn't want to do this."

"Cass..?" Dean asks hesitantly. I stay silent. Footsteps get closer until they're right in front of me. Suddenly, I'm lifted onto my feet. "What was that?"

I clench my jaw and look away. "Nothing," I lie. "He saw you and figured you would attract more people when he was finished with me."

"Then why did you..?" He sighs. "Never mind. We'll talk about it at the bunker. Right now, we're going back home."

The four of us enter the car in silence. Dean pulls out of the bar and starts the drive. Gabriel breaks the silence. "What happened last time?"

"Not now," I sigh. "Please."

"You said after the hunt," Sam points out.

I take a deep breath. "You didn't make it on time, Gabriel."

"Yes, I did. Nothing had happened before I got you," he replies.

I look out the window at the scenery. "That's where you were wrong. I wasn't able to contact you for days after being captured. When he left to talk to another incubus, I was released from the trap. I contacted you before he came back."

"Cass, did he..?" Gabriel asks hesitantly. I don't respond. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"And say what?!" I ask, turning to face him. "Nephilims aren't allowed! Imagine the abomination of an incubus and an angel!"

The car goes dead silent. The music goes unheard. Everyone processes the words that just escaped my lips.

"Cass..." Gabe sighs.

"No," I reply sternly. "You don't know how hard that was for me, Gabriel. My own child. I had to kill my own child!"

"That's not fair," Gabe whispers. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I'd have to kill her either way," I whisper.

"Her?"

"It was a girl," I admit. "Now can we please let it go? I'm over it now."

•••

We make it back to the bunker with no stops, thanks to the rotation system. Sam and Dean would swap places of sleeping and driving.

That night, that's when everything changed.

"I'm going out for a beer!" Dean yells.

Sam and Gabriel look at me with pity. I quickly get up and follow after Dean. I manage to hop in before Dean drives off.

"Can I come?" I ask.

"That incubus must've really did a number on you," he chuckles. "You never come with."

I grunt, looking out the window as Dean drives off. "At least now you won't have to leave your car at the bar," I point out. "Well, maybe."

Dean looks over, raising an eyebrow. "Planning to get laid, Cass?" He asks. There's an edge to his tone that I can't quite grasp.

"If all goes to plan," I shrug.

"Aw, man. Never plan stuff like that. Just let it happen," Dean says.

"I didn't actually mean I had a plan," I reply, the edge of my lips curling up.

Not long after that, we arrive. The two of us enter, walking over to the bar. "Well, if you do, go to his. Remember, it's still a bunker."

"Of course, dad," I reply sarcastically.

Dean laughs, ordering us a couple drinks. Soon after, a girl approaches us. I wait for her to face Dean, but it never happens. Her eyes stay fixated on me.

I glance over, seeing Dean has an amused look plastered onto his face. Looking back at the girl, I furrow my brows.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Do you...want to dance?" She asks hesitantly.

"Wrong team," Dean tells her.

I look at him with confusion. "We aren't talking about teams, Dean," I point out.

Dean rolls his eyes. The girl laughs before facing Dean. "How about you, then?"

"Oh...I shouldn't," Dean protests.

"Don't worry about me, Dean," I tell him. "Go have fun."

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"Just as long as I don't find a liquor store on my way back, yeah," I chuckle.

Dean laughs. "Yeah, that wasn't fun last time. Okay, let me know when you're leaving."

I nod, so he leaves. I continue drinking for a little while until someone takes Dean's seat. I look over and see a really hot guy. He smirks, asking the bartender for a drink.

"Like what you see?" He asks.

I chuckle softly. "Yes," I admit.

"Honesty," he smiles, turning to face me. "I'm Alex. You?"

"Castiel," I reply. "You look drained."

"That's what I get for working for the past two days in a row," he sighs. "How about you? Why are you here?"

"I remembered something horrible that I wish to forget," I tell him.

Alex chuckles. "Yeah, I can relate to that."

We drink for about an hour. Alex is drunk now, but I'm barely tipsy. He's not overly drunk, thankfully, just not sober. I look over at Dean, seeing him kiss the girl from before.

"You like him?" Alex asks.

"I've known him for nine years," I admit. "Loved him since we met."

"Damn," Alex winces. "That's harsh. Does he know?"

"Probably," I shrug. "After what happened earlier, it's plausible."

"You're cute," Alex says. "I like how you sound so formal, while still making it sound so sexy."

I smile at him, face flushing a bit. Swiftly, his lips are on top of mine. He pushes me against the bar, blocking a way out. Not that I'd want to escape, though.

Our lips dance together as he presses himself against me. I moan softly, pulling away a bit. "Want to go somewhere else?" I ask. He nods, still regaining his breath. "Alright, I just have to tell Dean."

Alex wraps an arm around my shoulders as I lead him over to Dean. I tap him on the shoulder, so he pulls away. He looks between the two of us, shock evident on his face.

"You leaving already?" Dean asks.

"Yeah," I reply. "Alex, we going to yours?"

"Uh, can we go to yours? My little siblings are at mine, with my parents. They're visiting."

"Dean?" I ask. "Can I bring him back?"

"He better be too drunk to remember," Dean grunts. "Just don't wake Sam."

I nod, leading him outside. "You live with him? And who's Sam?"

"Yeah," I reply. "Sam is his brother." I scan Alex with my eyes. "Are you going to remember this tomorrow?"

"Probably not," he admits. "Doesn't mean I'll regret it."

Suddenly, we're at the bunker, in a spare room. Alex dips down, making me fall backwards onto the bed.

•••

Alex falls asleep soon after we finished. I kept my eyes closed, so he wouldn't see the glowing blue as I came.

I wait till I hear a door shut, presumably Sam's, before getting out of bed. I dress myself in my usual attire before walking into the kitchen.

"Good morning," I tell Sam.

"I couldn't sleep last night, thanks to you," Sam grunts. "What happened to your crush on Dean?"

"He clearly doesn't want me. He would've brought it up when the incubus was killed. Instead, he dropped the subject. I freaked him out, Sam," I tell him.

"He's not one for chick flick moments, Cass," he sighs. "Just give him time."

"It's been nine years, Sam!" I point out. "I'm done waiting for something that'll never happen."

"Uh, hello?!" Alex yells, sounding drowsy and completely lost.

I chuckle, walking back to the room. He's looking around in amazement and confusion. "Like what you see?" I joke.

He smirks. I lead him into the kitchen, where Sam is drinking a cup of coffee. "Oh thank god, he's dressed," Sam sighs in relief.

"I heard company. I'm not walking around in a random place with no clothes on," Alex retorts.

I chuckle. "Is Dean back yet?" I ask.

"I don't think so. You know how he is after a case," Sam sighs.

I roll my eyes. "He's always like this, Sam," I point out.

"So, are you guys lawyers or something?" Alex asks.

"Or something," Sam replies. Alex raises a brow, making me chuckle.

"I'm back!" Dean yells. He walks down the steps, quickly making his way into the kitchen. "Oh, you're all here."

"Why are you up so early?" I ask.

"She was too cuddly," Dean complains, scrunching up his face.

"Of course she was," Sam scoffs. "Just be lucky you weren't here last night. I couldn't sleep at all."

Alex and I look at each other, stifling a laugh. He picks up some coffee before sitting down at the table. I take the seat next to him, not wanting him to feel out of place.

"Nice place you guys got here," Alex says.

"Thanks," Dean says. He walks over to the fridge, pulling out some bacon and pancakes. "You want anything?"

"Sure," Alex says, along with Sam.

I don't bother responding, since I don't eat. Alex looks at me with confusion. "Aren't you gonna eat? You haven't even had coffee yet?"

"I don't need any," I shrug.

"Morning person?" Alex asks.

"I don't sleep," I shrug. Alex raises a brow. "I'll tell you about it later."

He smiles at me, continuing his coffee. Soon enough, it's all done. Dean dishes the food, taking some for himself. The brothers sit down across from us.

"What's for breakfast?" Gabe asks, walking into the room.

I jump in shock, making Gabriel and Sam laugh. Alex and Dean share the same look of worry. "You okay, Cass?" Dean asks.

"I'm fine," I grumble. "Gabriel, why are you still here?"

"Making sure you're okay after going through with that incubus," Gabe says. "You were totally out of it, Cass."

I clear my throat. Gabriel finally looks over. He gasps at the sight of Alex. "Sorry," Gabriel mutters.

"Calm down," Alex says. "I'm a hunter."

We all turn to him with shock. "You are?" I ask, smiling.

"Yeah, the job I was telling you about was a wraith," he says.

"Nice pick, Cassie," Gabriel says.

I laugh softly. "How'd you know we're hunters?" Sam asks.

"Well, you said incubus. No clue how you were able to kill it, but you obviously did," Alex says. "Plus, Sam and Dean. Those names are famous amongst all hunters."

"Gabe," I say. "Can I have my blade back?"

Gabe hands the angel blade back to me, so I put it in my pocket. "What's that?"

"Angel blade," I reply.

"Those don't exist," Alex scoffs.

I raise an eyebrow. "You're in the presence of an angel, and an archangel," I retort. "They exist, Alex."

"Who's who, then?" Alex asks.

"Archangel," Gabe chirps. "Cassie over here is an angel."

"I had...with an angel?" He asks.

I roll my eyes, chuckling. "Last night, yes."

He sits there, staring at the table in shock. "I think you broke him," Dean says.

I glare at him. "I did not break him," I retort.

"If I found out I had sex with an angel, I'd flip," Dean says.

"You had sex with Anna," Sam points out.

I scrunch up my face. "Ew," I add. "Didn't need that mental image of my sister and Dean."

"Sorry," Sam chuckles.

Alex breaks of his thoughts soon after. "Hey, Cass, I've gotta get back soon. I didn't plan on staying out all night," Alex says.

"Sorry," I laugh. "My fault. Need me to take you home?"

"Just to get my car," Alex says.

We both stand up. "We'll be back," I tell them.

"Private bunker!" Dean shouts.

"Assbutt!" I retort. I hear a bellowing laugh in reply. "Okay, bend your knees."

He does so. I place my hand on his shoulder and we're outside the bar. He looks around in shock and confusion, pulling out his gun. Sheepishly, he puts it away.

"Instinct, sorry," he admits.

"Used to it," I shrug. "Will I see you again?"

"Do you want to?" Alex asks.

"Yes," I reply.

"You still love Dean," Alex says.

"I do, but I'm tired of waiting. You saw him. He's straight. Plus, he wasn't affected by the incubus. Only I was."

"He doesn't have to be. If he's gay, only for one person, it won't work. Unless he uses your form, that is," Alex says.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Positive," he replies. "Hand me your phone." I do so. He holds it out after pulling up the login screen. Quickly, I type in my code. It was too fast for him to see. He pulls up my contacts and puts in his number. Alex sends a text to his own phone, so he has the number. After handing it back to me, I put it in my pocket. "I'll text you."

He leaves a swift kiss on my lips before getting into his car. I stand there, stunned, until his engine is no longer in earshot. Disappearing into the bunker, I laugh when I see the brothers covered in milk.

"What did I miss?" I ask.

"Trickster," they both reply.

"Seriously, Gabriel?" I ask.

"What?" He asks. "I was bored."

"I'm going to take a shower," Sam groans.

Dean follows, going to the other bathroom. "Can you not, Gabe?" I ask.

"You're no fun," he whines.

•••

*Sam's POV*

"Samoose, we need to talk," Gabriel says. I glare at him for the nickname. We walk into a room away from Cass.

"What's this about, Gabe?" I ask.

"It's been nine years. Dean still won't admit he likes Cassie. What do we do?" He asks.

"Well, my birthday is coming up. Cass is probably gonna invite Alex. Dean might tip over the edge," I reply. "If he doesn't, we'll make him."

"How so?" Gabe asks.

"You're a trickster archangel, figure it out," I retort.

Then, I walk away. I walk to Dean's room, where he's listening to music. I knock on the door before opening it. Dean looks up, pulling off his headset.

"What's up, Sammy? You find another case?" Dean asks.

"No," I sigh. "We need to talk."

"No chick flick moments, Sammy," Dean groans.

"Too bad," I retort. "Tell Cass how you feel before Alex steals him from you."

"I don't like him," Dean says.

"Alex, or Cass?" I ask.

"Both," he grunts.

"Stop lying to me, Dean," I groan. "You either admit it now, or I'll make Gabriel get it out of you."

Dean sits up, staring at me with fear. It's a new look, since he never shows emotions. Clearly, he knows what Gabriel is capable of.

"You wouldn't," he warns.

"Plan is already in place," I smirk. "Now, are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?"

"There's no point," Dean groans. "He's with Alex."

"But he wants you, Dean. He's wanted you for nine years. I'm pretty sure Alex won't get in the way of that," I point out.

"Why...why didn't he tell me?" He asks.

"Same reason you didn't tell him. He didn't want to lose you," I reply.

"How do I know you aren't lying?" He asks.

"He moaned your name, Dean. I think it's pretty obvious he likes you. He could've said 'Brandon', but he said your name."

His jaw clenches, then releases. He looks at the floor and sighs. "I won't deny it, but that doesn't mean I'm going to tell him either."

"We already have that planned out," I chuckle. "Just...keep your thoughts about Alex to yourself until then."

•••

*Castiel's POV*

Alex and I became close over the following weeks. We aren't exactly dating, though.

Dean has barely been home recently. Gabriel is still around, although he's spending most of his time with Sam.

Today is Sam's birthday. Gabriel and I were the 'designated drivers'. Meaning, we took people from their homes to the bunker.

Once everyone arrives, the party starts to go into full swing. I walk over to Alex, who pulls me into a soft kiss.

I pull away, chuckling. "Hello," I say to him.

"Hi," he replies. "I still can't believe I've been with an angel for weeks."

"Believe it," I reply. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my forehead. I feel eyes on me, so I scan the room. No one is looking, though.

"Time for food!" Sam yells.

I go to walk to the kitchen, but Alex doesn't drop his grip. "Alex, what are you doing?" I ask.

He dips down, lips next to my ear. "How about we ditch? You have the whole day tomorrow for him," Alex offers.

"But his birthday is today," I point out.

"But I'm going on a hunt tomorrow. And I want you now," he whispers.

"Alex, let go of me. I don't want to hurt you," I plead.

"You wouldn't do that," Alex chuckles. "I know you want me to."

"Alex, get off!" I grunt. I take a few deep breaths, making sure I don't hurt him.

Suddenly, he's gone. He's shoved into the wall next to me, making a big crash. People file into the room as the scene unfolds.

Dean holds Alex against the wall, a knife held against his neck. "I believe he said to get off of him."

"What's it to you, Winchester?" Alex asks. "He won't hurt me. He finally gets the relationship he could never have with you."

Dean clenches his jaw. I wince at the truth of his words. "Dean, let him go," I say sternly.

Dean looks at me in shock. "You're joking, right?" He asks.

"You heard him," Alex says. "You're too late, Dean."

"Too late for what?" I ask.

"Gabe," Sam says.

A snap is heard, and Alex is gone. Dean stumbles forwards. He walks over to me and pulls me to his room. He closes the door behind us.

"Dean, what's going on? What just happened?" I ask.

He walks forwards, so I take a step back. The look in his eyes shows he's pissed. Soon enough, I'm pressed against the door. Dean puts his hands on either side of me, resting on the door behind me.

"Why?" He asks. "After he tried taking you away from us, why would you still defend him?"

"Because he doesn't lie," I tell him. "All you do is lie, Dean."

"So does he, Cass," Dean points out. "He's a hunter too. He lies for a living." I avert my eyes. "What's this about?"

"He's right," I admit. "I won't hurt him."

"Why? He's using you."

"First, you explain something to me. Then I'll explain it to you," I offer.

"What do you want to know?" He asks.

"He said you were 'too late'. Too late for what?" I ask.

He clears his throat, looking down to the floor. "Too late to tell you how I felt," Dean admits. "You have him now. I'm too late."

I bite my lip, slowly reaching up my hand. I lift his chin, so we make eye contact. "Dean, you're not making any sense. How do you feel?"

"I..." Dean clears his throat. "I want to be with you, Cass."

"You have me, Dean," I point out. "You always have, always will."

Dean groans. "That's not what I meant," he admits. Dean closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "I like you, Cass. Dammit, I like you. There, I admitted it. Okay? I know I say no chick flick moments, but I wouldn't mind them if it was you."

"Dean..."

"Let me say this," Dean says. I nod softly. "I want a relationship with you. I want to be able to go out and show you off as mine. I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want, and shower you with love. I've held this in so for long. Seeing you with Alex, and that incubus, it broke me."

"Dean..."

"I'm not finished," Dean says. "I was going to talk to you about the incubus after we got back. I just...panicked. You said my name when you were with him. When he used my form, it only spurred you on. I didn't know how to respond."

"Dean..." I repeat. He sighs, looking into my eyes. "Kiss me."

Dean processes my words quickly, dipping down and capturing my lips with his. I moan softly, relishing the fact that it's actually happening.

Our lips move against each other's in a slow, sweet pace. My hands entangle into his hair as his wrap around my waist.

He bites my bottom lip softly, making me gasp. His tongue invades my mouth and searches every crevice inside. I respond to his actions with the same neediness he shows.

Our tongues dance together. I tug on his hair softly, making him moan. I smirk into the kiss, feeling smug that I successfully got him to moan for me.

He pulls away, laughing softly. "You're such a child sometimes."

"How about a baby in a trench coat?" I joke.

"Nah," he chuckles. "You've grown up,"

I peck his lips before pushing him backwards. He stumbles, raising a brow when he catches his balance. I open the door, seeing Gabriel and Sam standing by the door.

"That was a private conversation," I grunt.

"Couldn't miss the ship getting together," Gabe chirps.

"Ship?" I ask.

"Relationship, Cass," Dean says. "They mean us."

"Oh," I reply. "Wait, was this all a setup?"

"I'd call it a gentle push in the right direction," Gabriel says.

"Of course you would," Dean chuckles. He wraps his arms around my waist, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

"Sorry for...uh, ruining your party, Sam," I say awkwardly.

"You kidding?" Sam asks. "This is the best birthday present ever."

"Whatever, Sammy," Dean laughs.

"Gabe," I start. Their attention turns to me. "Where'd you send Alex?"

"Mystery Spot," he smirks.

I roll my eyes, as Sam whines. "I hate you, Gabriel."

Gabriel snaps his fingers, and Heat Of The Moment starts blaring throughout the house. Sam starts sprinting, looking for the source of sound.

"You're so mean," I chuckle.

Gabe smirks. "Only with Samsquatch," he shrugs. "Happy birthday, Sammy!"

"It's Sam!" He yells, from somewhere else in the bunker.

Gabe laughs, walking off to find Sam. I turn around, still in Dean's arms. "I finally have you," I sigh.

"Cass, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier," Dean admits.

I give him a slow kiss before pulling away. "It's okay, Dean," I reply. "At least we have each other now."

THE END

Happy birthday to Sam Winchester (even though it's May 3rd right now. Oops.)