Sam was beginning to feel a little awkward. Okay, that was a lie. This was getting really awkward. They only thing he could compare it to would be watching his brother have sex on a street corner in broad daylight.

Except, that wasn't happening at all. They were at diner in some town too small to be found on any Detroit map, about three other people there aside from the cook, and no one was doing anything vaguely sexual or even embarrassing.

He was sitting in one booth and opposite him, Castiel and Dean sat. Dean had the Thursday special in front of him while Sam had gone with the salad and Castiel had forgone food, like always. So nothing weird there.

But there was something weird about it. He just couldn't figure out what! Honestly, something not good was going down on the other side of the table, but Dean and Cas weren't involved like that… right? Right. Sam had seen Dean walk out of the bar two cities back with a blonde bimbo on his arm. No way Dean hadn't tapped that, so unless Dean was two-timing again… which would be impossible because Cas knew everything they ever did and cheating on an angel was just too stupid for even Dean to do… there was no way.

So why was his brother's face flushed and eyes glassy? Why were his hands shaking as he dug into the special? Why was Cas smirking?

Sam shuddered and dipped his head low, letting his fringe block them from sight. Oh Hell, he didn't want to know.

Despite it, though, he found himself looking up again anyway.

Castiel was looking at Dean out of the corner of his eye with worshiping awe and Dean met his gaze with something like… something like… Yep, that was need. That was so need. And Sam was horrified and astounded to see a bit of love there too.

He checked under the table just to make sure hands weren't wandering. Nope, Dean's one hand was clenched into his thigh and both of Cas's were demurely in his lap. Nothing going on there.

That should have been comforting, but it only made warning bells goes off. What the Hell were they doing?

He loathed breaking the tense silence – he honestly was. Who wants to be the guy who tells the street corner exhibitionists to get a room? But they're not even having sex!

Sam cleared his throat, a little too lowly because he grabbed neither of their attention. He did it a second time, a little louder. Still nothing. Dean and Cas continued to stare at each other like fuck-me-NOW, and it was only getting more awkward for the younger Winchester.

He slapped his hand down on the counter. "Guys! Hello?"

Two things happened at once.

He caught Castiel's attention, who turned patiently to him. And Dean's face said an intimate "hello" to his Lunch. He groaned pitifully and Sam flushed red just at the sound.

The waitress was giving them a weird look, like she knew better than Sam what was going on. She gave a pointed look to the table. Damn it, though, Sam had already checked down there!

"Yes, Sam?" Cas asked.

Was it just him or was the angel a little more relaxed than he had been just a little while ago?

"… Forget it." He put down a few bills, salad half-finished. "I'll just meet you guys back up at the hotel."

Dean moaned again in understanding. "Later, Sammy…" He saluted a clumsy hand and a salt shaker went flying when it fell limply onto the table.

Sam was out of there before he even realized he was in the car.

There was nothing going on between Dean and Cas… right? Right. Dean was a man-whore, as much as Sammy loved him. Castiel was most likely all about loyalty and devotion, he wouldn't stand for Dean's one-night stands… Right? Right.

But then… what the Hell had that been?

He stared dumbly at the steering wheel for what felt like hours.

Then again… did he really want to know? No. No? Right.

Damn straight.

Then he realized he could see Dean and Cas from where the car was situated right in front of the diner windows. He put the car in gear and sped the fuck out of there. He didn't need to know.

Author's Note: I have no clue… but it was fun to write.