Careful What You Wish For

Eavesdropping

Dean was walking past Sam's room, but stopped when he heard his door rattle. He stood and listened.

He heard a small, masculine-voiced moan, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "She must be good," he thought, although it slowly dawned on him that it wasn't his brothers voice.

"Wait, who the..."He then heard a soft thump and the bed creak under a sudden weight.

He started mentally flipping through all the guys Sam could be with, but was coming up blank. The only thing that made sense was a hooker, but he knew Sammy had more sense than to bring a total stranger here.

Then he heard it. His baby brother cried out for Castiel. Dean felt angry and sick and a little proud all at once. He grabbed for the handle but stopped himself before opening the door.

"Go in there and stop it, Dean."

"No fucking way am I going in there, who knows what I'll see."

"I'm gonna see a whole lot more if I stand here and wait like an idiot"

The noises from Sam's room were getting louder.

"Heh, hell yeah I would. Sammy knows how to get it done."

"Okay, gross."

"Why do I even care? Sammy can fuck whoever he wants just so long as it isn't a demon in a meat suit."

"I don't believe that for a second. I fuckin' hate that he's in there with Cas. He should be in my room. It should be us d- nope."

That was one step farther than Dean could process at the moment. He let go of the handle and continued on towards the kitchen, trying to shake that any of this ever happened.