Castiel Novak

You and Castiel were on the same team. At least, that's what Sam and Dean thought. As far as they knew, you and Cas barely talked. You were both quiet around each other. You rarely sat together. You didn't have many conversations. Nothing about the two of you suggested that you knew each other particularly well. They were completely wrong. Because when nobody was watching... You and Castiel were anything but distant. It had started quietly. A few stolen glances across the bunker. A hand brushing against yours when nobody noticed. Small moments that eventually turned into something neither of you bothered trying to deny. Sam and Dean had absolutely no idea. Then one afternoon, Cas supposedly "went out." A few minutes later, you stood up. "I need a smoke break." Dean glanced at you. "You smoke?" You nodded. "Sometimes." It was a complete lie. You weren't going outside to smoke. You were going outside to see Cas. The moment you found him around the side of the bunker, his usual stoic expression disappeared. "You took your time." You smiled. "Sam was watching." Castiel stepped closer. "I noticed." You barely had time to say anything before he kissed you. The two of you stayed outside far longer than you should have, completely forgetting that Sam and Dean were inside wondering where you'd both disappeared to. Eventually, you pulled away. "We should go back." Castiel nodded. "Yeah." Neither of you moved. You laughed softly. "Cas." "I know." You fixed your lipstick in the reflection of your phone and looked at him. He looked completely unbothered. Except for the obvious evidence he'd left behind. There were faint lipstick smudges around his lips. And several more along his neck. You reached up and wiped one away. "You're a mess." Castiel looked at you. "So are you." You smiled. "I'll go in first." He nodded. You walked back into the bunker. Sam looked up from the table. "Where were you?" "Outside." Dean glanced at you. "Smoking?" "Yeah." Neither of them questioned it. You sat down and casually reapplied your lipstick. A few minutes later, Castiel walked in. His tie was slightly crooked. His hair was more disheveled than usual. And there were still obvious lipstick smudges around his lips and across his neck. Sam stopped talking. Dean slowly lowered his beer. They looked at Castiel. Then at you. Then back at Castiel. Silence. Castiel seemed completely unaware of the problem. He walked toward the table. Dean stared. "Cas." Castiel looked at him. "What?" Dean pointed toward his face. "What the hell happened to you?" Castiel touched his lips. "What?" Sam's eyes widened. "Cas..." Castiel looked confused. Then he glanced at you. You were suddenly very interested in your phone. His eyes stayed on you. He couldn't seem to stop looking at you. Dean noticed. His eyes narrowed. He looked at Sam. Sam looked back. Then both of them looked at you. Then Cas. Then the lipstick. Dean slowly leaned back in his chair. "Okay." You looked up innocently. "What?" Dean pointed between the two of you. "Something happened." "Nothing happened." Sam raised an eyebrow. "Right." Castiel continued staring at you. You tried not to smile. Dean noticed that too. His mouth slowly fell open. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Castiel finally looked away. Dean stared at him. "Cas..." Castiel sighed. "What?" "Are you wearing their lipstick?" Castiel paused. He looked down. Then back at you. You smiled. He simply said, "Apparently." Dean looked completely stunned. "You two?" You shrugged. Castiel remained perfectly calm. "Yes." Dean stared at both of you. "How long?" Neither of you answered. Dean's eyes widened. "How long have you two been sneaking around?" Castiel glanced at you again.