Three's Not a Crowd, Part 4
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Part 4
When Sam wakes up, he still feels tired. The first thing he notices is that he’s also hurting, but it’s in a pleasant way. The second thing he notices is Dean and Castiel are no longer next to him. At first, he thinks fearfully that it was all a dream. A very vivid dream, but a dream nonetheless. Then he hears whispers.
The two of them are sitting next to each other at the table, totally lost in one another. Dean’s mouth is gently exploring Castiel’s, hands caressing multiple body parts. Castiel is craning his head, leaning into Dean’s soft touch and making little mewling sounds.
Sam feels his throat close up. They look so right together, like they belong. Why is Sam kidding himself? What does he possibly have that he can offer the two of them? They are better off without him.
When Sam sits up reluctantly, both quickly stop what they’re doing to look at him. Sam sees Dean’s wide smile, before it becomes a frown. Castiel’s head is tilted, wearing a look of confusion.
“Sammy?” Dean asks.
“Dean…” Sam begins, but he doesn’t know how to say what he needs to say.
“Don’t!” Castiel’s voice is uncharacteristically firm.
“What?” Dean’s head turns. He faces Castiel before facing Sam. “What’s going on? Cas?”
“Sam was about to tell us what we did last night was a mistake. I’m not going to let him say that?”
“Sammy?”
Sam looks away from Deans sorrowful eyes. “Guys, I loved it last night. You two don’t need me, though. You two are better off without me.”
“Shut up!” Dean barks as he strides over to the bed. “Castiel was right to quiet you. You don’t get to decide what’s best for us. You don’t get to make that decision without any input from us. Do you know what we talked about before you woke up?"
Sam shakes his head.
“We talked about how it was good between the two of us.” Sam opens his mouth, but Dean puts a hand over it, preventing him from talking. “We talked about how even though it was good between us before, it was better with you. Both of us had felt like something was missing before. That something was you. So you don’t get to decide it was a mistake. It was the best thing that could have happened to all three of us.” Dean takes his hand away from Sam’s mouth.
Castiel strides over to them. His hands are soft when they rest on Sam’s hair. “How can we convince you we both want you?”
“I don’t know,” he freely admits. “I’ve spent so much time thinking neither of you could ever want me, especially not in this way. It will take awhile for me to believe otherwise, I guess.”
Castiel nods. “We’ll start with this.” He pushes Sam so he’s laying down and straddles him. Castiel grinds downward and Sam’s cock awakens. “I got to watch Dean fuck you, which was a very nice sight. Now it’s my turn.”
Sam has never heard the angel sound so husky or sexy and it causes him to moan. He wants to feel Castiel so bad, and hopes the angel makes good on his promises.
Castiel leans down while he continues to grind and nibbles Sam’s neck. Sam arches. Suddenly Dean is there as well. There’s a mess of hands and mouths. Sam’s not sure where his mouth goes or whose hands are on him. He doesn’t care, though. He knows nothing but ecstasy due to his lovers.
***
Dean watches as Sam sleeps. He seems to be content, but he was always good at hiding when he had nightmares. He never thought Sam to have low self-esteem, but Dean sees he was very wrong about that assumption. To think either Dean or Castiel could ever not want him. Of course Dean and Sam are brothers, but incest isn’t the first law they’ve broken and it won’t be the last.
And did Sam not notice the way Castiel looked at him? Of course, Dean didn’t notice until Castiel pointed out his own feelings, but Sam always prided himself at being so observant. Where did that observance go?
“His lack of confidence blinded him to the truth,” Castiel murmurs close by. Dean’s not surprised Castiel knows what he is thinking. It’s his way.
“How do we make it better?”
Castiel’s eyes stay firmly planted on Sam’s sleeping form. “Words won’t make a difference when it comes to this. We have to show him that he matters.”
Dean nods. He’s ready to do anything to get his brother back.
***
The next few days are like the twilight zone to Sam. Not only is he having a lot of sex, but both Castiel and Dean are strangely attentive to him. It all comes to a head a week after they first got together.
“I’m sick of you guys acting so weird!” He yells after getting sick of the eyes constantly on him. “This is not the Dean and Castiel I fell in love with. This is pod people. The Dean I know wouldn’t waste a chance to a crack a joke about my girly morning drink. The Castiel I know wouldn’t stay glued to my side when he could be helping somewhere else.” He crosses his arms.
“Sammy —”
“Go back to normal,” Sam commands, interrupting what would have most likely been a platitude coming out of Dean.
“I’m sorry,” Castiel says. “I thought we were proving to you how much we wanted you. I thought we were showing you how important you are to us. We didn’t mean to upset you.”
Sam brushes his bangs out of his eyes. “Guys, I know I have some serious issues. I admit that I still can’t believe both of you want me. I admit that I don’t see what you see when I look at myself in the mirror, but I don’t want you guys to be people you’re not. If I feel like I’m changing you too much, I won’t stay. I won’t be the reason the two of you are no longer who you’re meant to be.”
Dean moves to grip Sam’s arms. “Don’t go. We’ll go back to normal, but don’t leave us. Don’t leave me.” Dean emphasizes the last word, looking deeply into Sam’s eyes.
Sam nods. “I won’t.”
They kiss gently and Sam feels Castiel when the angel goes behind him. He feels safe while cocooned between them. It has become his favorite place in the world.
***
Things don’t get better right away, but Dean seems to make a conscious effort to go back to teasing him, something Sam is grateful for. Castiel still sticks a little too closely to his side, but he realizes it’s because Meg’s still on the lose more than anything.
Castiel begins disappearing at odd intervals. If he was a human, Sam would think he was cheating, but that’s obviously not true. Castiel’s constant absence gives Sam and Dean time to bond a little bit when it comes to being lovers. They never really had any time alone after becoming lovers, and it’s something the both of them need, or at least Sam thinks so.
They get closer and Sam begins to feel more secure in Dean’s feelings. Sam notices how Dean looks at him, as if he’s the most important person in the world. Sam is finally beginning to believe that Dean’s truly in love with him and it hasn’t just been pity fucking like he feared.
Dean must have noticed the change because suddenly when Castiel is around, the two of them are spending a lot of time alone. Sometimes they talk; sometimes they have sex. It all depends on the mood they’re in. The only thing the same is Dean suspiciously always has somewhere else to be.
One night when Sam and Dean are lazily kissing, hands roaming bodies, the sound of wings brings them to alertness and they sit up. Castiel is smirking and there’s a smug quality to it.
Sam says the first thing that comes to mind. “You’re spending way too much time with Dean.”
Dean grins, obviously knowing what Sam means.
Castiel shrugs. “I’m not sure what that means, but it doesn’t matter. What does matter is Meg has been taken care of.”
“Really?” Sam asks, swallowing a lump that’s in his throat. He’s still experiencing some nightmares, thanks to the demon.
“Really. She won’t bother you any longer, Sam.”
The three of them exchange looks, all pleased with the turn of events.
Three Years Later
“I can’t believe we’re actually setting up house,” Dean groans.
“I can’t believe we’re actually trying normal,” Sam says happily.
Dean rolls his eyes. “How normal are you going to be able to get, Sammy? Not only are you fucking your older brother, but the both of us are also fucking an angel. Nothing about that is normal.”
Sam shrugs. “Well, it will be normal for us. No hunting.”
Dean nods and his eyes seem to soften. They’ve been hashing out the idea about retiring from hunting for awhile now. Sam really wanted to and that’s why Dean eventually gave in. Well, because Sam wanted to and he didn’t want to lose Sam to death once again. It’s better to quit when they’re young.
The sound of wings doesn't faze them. They long since gotten used to Castiel’s drop ins. “Are the two of you settling in?”
“Very,” Sam says. He’s grinning so wide it actually hurts his cheeks.
Dean shakes his head. “Sam is very happy.”
“I see that.” Castiel nods his head. He steps forward and cups Sam’s cheek, and Sam leans into the touch. “I’m glad. Both of you deserve some happiness.”
“You’ll be around a lot, right? You won’t just disappear on us because we’re no longer hunting, right?” Some of Sam’s old insecurity seeps into his voice.
“Of course I’ll be around. I need to keep my lovers out of trouble after all, don’t I?”
“How are you going to do that?” Dean asks seductively.
Sam involuntarily shudders at Dean’s tone.
“Tie you both up to the bed,” Castiel answers, deadpan.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Dean whispers. “Sam looks as if he’s about ready to combust.”
“Who says I can’t keep my promises.” Castiel grips Sam’s shoulder and moves to do the same thing to Dean. Before Sam is aware of what’s happening, they’re in the bedroom and tied to the bed.
Castiel’s face has lost the normal emotionless mask, and his eyes are now smoldering. Sam knows it’s going to be a long night, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.