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A Dean/Castiel fic.

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Disclaimer: Nope ... still don't own Supernatural.

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A/N: Alrighty-roo, this was number 11 on my list of Dean/Cas fics to write. Just a short little one about Dean teaching Castiel about "hugs". I can totally see this happening, but maybe less cute-sy. I have decided that cute-sy is a word.

Anywhoo, let's get on with the story!

As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!

When Sam walked into the motel room and saw his brother's arms around the angel's body, he didn't know what to think. Many scenarios ran through his head, the foremost of which being that Dean and Castiel had a relationship that not even Sam understood, they seemed to get each other on a level that no one else did, and often had entire conversations without speaking a word. He thought about all the extra-long looks that the two shared, and all the times that Castiel invaded Dean's space. All the times when they'd first become aware of the angel, he would only show up when Sam wasn't there, and would only communicate with Dean. Sam thought about the other angels sending Castiel back to heaven to "re-indoctrinate" him because of his growing affection for Dean. He thought about Castiel telling Dean in the hospital that he had killed two of his brothers, rebelled from heaven, all for him.

Sam stood in the doorway, watching Castiel slowly raise his hands up to hold onto Dean's back, and his mind went over all the more intimate interaction the two had shared that he was aware of. Really, he supposed, I shouldn't be that surprise. All the people that thought Dean and I were gay ... and how I mentioned that they probably thought he was overcompensating for something ... maybe he was. I hope he's not worried about me freaking out about it ... I wasn't supposed to be back for another fifteen minutes, anyway. Oh, man, he probably thinks he has to hide it from me. Dammit, we're brothers, he should know he can tell me anything, and I would accept him just the way he was. And falling for an angel, a holy and pure being ...? I mean, it gives a whole new meaning to opposites attract. But Cas would be good for him ... bring him back from everything that happened to him in hell. Sam sighed internally, looking at the two with fond eyes. They really did look good together.

He opened his mouth to speak, to let them know that he was there, and they didn't have to stop on his account ... he could watch TV or listen to some music, maybe even leave the room for a bit if they wanted some alone time. Before he got the chance, however, the two broke apart, and Dean spoke.

"Okay, so that's a hug," he told the angel. "Simple, short, you don't have to do it to everyone that you meet, but it's a little more personal than a handshake. Does that help you understand it more?"

Castiel nodded, dropping his hands. "Yes, it does. Thank you for assisting me with that, I was merely curious."

Dean shrugged, turning back to his sandwich. "No sweat."

Sam blinked, surprise setting in.

"Hey, Sammy," Dean spoke when he noticed his little brother. "Did you get the pie?"

Sam held up the bag, speechless. Well ... okay then. So I misjudged that a little bit.

The end. Just a short little fic I couldn't resist.

Hope you guys liked it, I know it was fun for me to write!

Reviews are appreciated.

Until next time ...!