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“Are you sure nothings happening Sam?” Castiel frowned at him from the backseat.
“I swear, I feel fine.” Sam shrugged and smiled encouragingly back at Cas through the rearview mirror.
“That bastard hit you with a spell, there’s no way you’re fine.” Dean said gruffly, glaring out at the road as he drove.
“Dean’s right. The effects may be slow to appear.”
“Well. We can deal with them once they do. For now, we have bigger things to worry about, like finding this guy.” Sam responded.
He was getting tired of their worrying. It had been like this ever since they’d driven away from their failed showdown with the witch.
“We know he’s meddling with peoples lives. Getting them to reveal their darkest secrets and causing chaos in the process. But we have no way of knowing who he’ll target next.” Castiel stated plainly.
Dean rolled his eyes.
“Noo. You think?” He muttered sarcastically at Cas.
Castiel squinted... or glared? Sam couldn’t tell.
“Hey man, come on, leave him alone.” He chastised Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes again.
This was gonna be a long case.
•
Their research that night led to no new leads, much to everyone’s dismay.
However, the next morning there something else that was of slightly more concern to Sam. Everything had been fine... until he woke up and saw Cas sitting there. In the same spot he had been the previous night, still doing research.
“Good morning Sam.” He glanced over and nodded. ‘He looks unharmed. The witch’s spell seems to not be showing it’s effects still.’
Sam blinked. Castiel’s mouth had not moved for that last bit, and yet Sam had heard his voice. He stared at Cas who paid him no further attention.
He hurried away to the bathroom. Maybe he was just tired and delirious. Maybe it was just in his head and once went on a run and took a shower he’d be feeling back to normal.
He had no such luck however. In fact, things only got worse after Dean woke up.
Sam knew he should say something. He was going to say something while they sat at the small table in their motel room eating their crappy breakfast. But then he heard-
‘Have his eyes always been that blue? ... It’s the light in here. But the tie never helps. Is that the same one he’s had all these years or what? He really needs to get some new duds. Can angels feel when clothes are uncomfortable or not? I wonder how he’d feel about a t shirt and flannel. He could borrow mine...’
Images of Cas wearing one of Dean’s flannel shirts flashed through Sam’s head all of a sudden. Followed by a feeling of embarrassment and ? something else he couldn’t quite place. Feelings that didn’t belong to him.
He glanced over at Dean. Dean who was hyper-focused on the coffee in his hand right now. Despite his casual demeanour though, Sam could hear all the ramblings in his head, and even worse sense the ooey gooey feelings he was radiating right now.
Cas was even worse.
Actually, no... they were really as bad as each other.
‘That much coffee can’t be good for him. He didn’t sleep well last night either. Restless.’
‘He needs to stop staring at me like that. All intense. I- Fuck. No. That’s your best friend man.’
‘He looks frustrated. He must be worried about Sam. Dean is beautiful even when he’s worried.’
‘He’s an angel, angels don’t feel those things.’
‘What would it be like to just- reach out-’
‘Why is he still staring at me. Fuck. Those eyes.’
‘No- I- Dean doesn’t like it when I intrude his personal space.’
‘Last time someone looked at me like that I got laid. Can’t believe I said that to him.’
Jesus Christ.
Sam had always had questions about their ‘profound bond’ but he hadn’t prodded too much or spent too long thinking about it. He figured if there was something there they’d eventually realise it. But hearing it. Being in the middle of it.
These repressed idiots were going to drive him mad.
He rolled his eyes and tuned back into their thoughts for a moment. He was realising it was something he could focus in and out of, though he couldn’t block out the loud ones. No matter how much he tried. And- Oh god.
“STOP!” Sam stood abruptly, yelling out.
“Oh god. I need to bleach my brain.” He muttered out in horror, covering his face.
Cas and Dean looked up at him from their seats at the table with concern.
“Sam, are you hurt?!” Castiel stood, his eyes full of worry.
“Is it the spell?” Dean added on, equally frantic.
The waves of concern radiating off both of them hit Sam like a brick. It was overwhelming. But at least it wasn’t as jarring as what he’d seen just moments ago.
“I’m traumatised is what I am. And yes it is the spell.” Sam snapped.
The other two men looked at him questioningly. Clearly worried.
“I- I can hear your thoughts!” Sam continued, a tone of guilt seeping into his voice.
Cas and Dean’s faces paled over.
“And I have just seen some mental images I will never be able to get out of my head.” He shuddered.
Dean’s eyes widened further, while Cas tilted his head this time, confused.
“This is- You’re joking right?” Dean asked, his voice strained. He looked like he was going to bolt out the motel room door. Or pass out.
Sam stared back at him. “Nope.” He replied, deadpan. It wasn’t their fault he could hear their thoughts, but he couldn’t help but be irritated at them for the inconvenience.
“Well then what was I- actually okay- then what was Cas thinking about just then? Cas see if he gets it right.” Dean’s tone was defensive.
“Dean I- Uh” Cas stared at Sam with wide terrified eyes, a silent plea not to say anything.
“I’m not bullshitting you Dean I can hear your thoughts, I can sense your guys’ feelings, I can see -“ he shuddered in horror again “- all the images”.
Dean glanced up at him nervously at that.
Dean stood up promptly. He grabbed Sam by the arm and started roughly dragging him out of the motel room.
“Be right back Cas, me and Sam are gonna have a chat”. He quickly yelled out, leaving a confused Cas standing in the room on his own.