#tfkm

It made it easier somehow.

For the most part, Jensen tried to stay in the background, while Jared joked around. Every once in a while his boyfriend would kick his foot, and indicate that he should join the conversation.

"So Sam, how are things?"

Everyone stared at him, and it took him a few minutes to realize why.

"Did you just call me Sam?" Ellen asked.

"I… um… no…" This was exactly the reason he shouldn't speak. Ellen and Jo. He repeated the names several times to himself. Not Samantha and Alona.

"I'm sure he was talking to me," Jared said, trying to save the situation.

Bobby and Ellen exchanged knowing glances, and Jensen wondered exactly what it was they thought they knew. It certainly couldn't be the truth. Even though the Supernatural world was freaky as shit, they hadn't seen anything like this… at least not until Season 6.

The night wore on and for a while Jensen worried they'd hit some kind of time thing where minutes stretched out into hours. He knew it was because he couldn't touch, flirt, or do anything with his boyfriend. Instead, he had to treat him like a brother.

In the end it was Jared who messed up. They were talking about the latest hunt, which Jensen couldn't remember ever having on the show, so he couldn't contribute much. He and Jo both stood up at the same time to head for the kitchen.

"Babe, would you get me a beer?" Jared asked without thinking, causing literally everyone to stare at him this time.

"I expect this crap from Dean, Sam, but not you." Jo looked equal parts offended and amused.

"I think he was talking to me," Jensen said with a smirk, trying not to outright laugh.

Ellen shook her head. "Boys."

"Sorry, Sam," Jo said. "I think of you like a brother."

"That's exactly what I told him," Jensen said with a wink. Jared glared at him, promising punishment at the end of the night. He didn't care. Bring it on.

"Never mind. I'll get my own."

The reason for this change of heart was apparent as Jo exited the kitchen just as Jared walked in, leaving them alone for the first time in hours.

Jared leaned down searching in the fridge for way too long. The beer was up front, so Jensen knew this was his attempt at torture. It was working.

"Need some help?" he said, his voice husky, as he moved next to him.

"No, I think I got this."

"Oh, you got it, all right, and honestly… I'm about to say screw it, and take you right here and now."

"You'll traumatize all of those people…"

"You're traumatizing me, babe. Come here." Jensen pulled him away from the fridge and into the far corner of the room, where no one could see them. He kissed Jared hungrily, a low moan escaping from his throat.

"Someone could walk in, Jensen," he said. Although it didn't keep him from participating.

"I think I've been more than patient with this whole thing. But I'm done. It's been a long exhausting day, and I need you." He grabbed his ass, to emphasize his point.

"I think I feel a headache coming on. After about 20 minutes, you make an excuse and follow me upstairs. Don't take too long, Dean," he said with a wink.

"I think you're getting off on this brother business." Jensen moved away, trying to calm down before facing the others. "And don't you dare think about starting without me."

"Can't promise anything."

They both turned to walk out just as Ellen entered the kitchen.

"Boys," she said. "Everything all right in here?"

"Peachy," Jensen said, sure he wasn't convincing anyone.

After the allotted amount of time, Jensen decided to make his way upstairs. Unfortunately Jo cornered him before he could get very far.

"Hey, Dean. Everything going okay?"

"Sure, why?" he said, almost afraid to ask.

"Honestly? Because I've been here for hours, and you haven't once tried to hit on me."

"You told me to stop remember?" He wasn't sure if that was entirely true, but it was certainly likely.

"Never stopped you before," she said. "And it certainly never kept you from flirting. I feel like the ugly girl at the prom."

"Jo, you're gorgeous," he said sincerely. "As you well know. But to be honest, I kind of think of you as the little sister I never had."

"Ouch."

"Sorry, honey," he said with a smirk. "But you missed your chance for a piece of this sweet ass."

She smacked him on the arm with a laugh. "Dean, you never change."

As he gave his excuses to retire for the night, Ellen was the only one who seemed suspicious. What could he do, though? She'd always been intuitive, at least in the show. It wasn't like he could explain it to her. That he was having an incestuous relationship with his brother was probably the most believable thing he could say.

Jared was ready when he got to the room. More than ready, in fact. He'd broken the 'don't start without me' rule, but Jensen couldn't get too upset when he looked so good all flushed and ready for him.

He peeled off his clothes in record time. Climbing on the bed he kissed Jared deeply, savoring his unique taste. Strong arms wrapped around him. God, he missed this. The feeling of his body, the safety… the sense of home. He found his favorite spot, the place between his neck and shoulder blade, and bit down softly, eliciting a very satisfying moan from his boyfriend.

"I missed you," Jared said, mirroring his thoughts. Their kisses and touches grew more insistent, as they explored each other's bodies.

Jensen prepared him as quickly as he could, glad in that moment that he'd done some of it before he arrived. Slipping deep inside his boyfriend, everything seemed perfect, right again.

"Faster… God don't stop," Jared said. Jensen loved when he got all demanding and shit. Slamming into him, he gave him exactly what he asked for.

"Oh… I… um sorry."

For the briefest of moments, Jensen forgot where he was, and he assumed Misha was there to join them. The hesitant voice more than anything clued him in. This wasn't his other lover. This was Castiel, Angel of the Lord.

"No…um… problem," Jensen said, trying to be coherent. "Almost done."

"I'll just go."

"No!" They both shouted it at once. They needed answers, and Castiel was the only one who had any.

Jensen could see his face. The angel was embarrassed beyond belief. "Just a few more minutes, Cas, please."

And that's all it took. Partly because he was already almost there, and partly because having Cas there watching them, hearing them… put him right over that edge.

No longer distracted by a painful arousal, Jensen noticed a few things. Like how Cas snuck glances at their bodies when he thought no one was looking. How he pulled his coat even further around him. How flushed he seemed to be, and not just from embarrassment. Interesting.

When they were all cleaned up and presentable again, Jensen turned to the angel. "So did you find Balthazar?"

"Yes," he said. "I now know everything."

They both sat up in surprise.

"Seriously?"

"Of course. Why would I joke?"

Jared rolled his eyes, looking at Jensen for help.

He ignored him. "Go on, Cas. What did you find out?"

"As I suspected," he said. "It was Balthazar."

"So when can we go home?"

"Never," the angel said.

"Wait, hold up," Jared said. "Never? What the hell?"

"Cas? What do you mean? Why can't we go home?"

He stared at Jensen, before looking away sadly, regret in his beautiful clear blue eyes.