Smoke

Pulling the belt on his robe tighter, Dean wandered down the hallway to the kitchen. It was quiet. It usually was in the Bunker, but he’d half thought he’d hear someone talking. Not Cas. Cas was asleep in Dean’s bed, still naked.

He wasn’t sure yet if he should be worried Cas was asleep, but there’d been nothing wrong with his energy levels earlier, and he wasn’t burning up or anything. He’d ask when Cas woke up.

Or, he could always ask Hannah. She was sitting at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee in front of her, looking more relaxed than he’d thought she’d be.

“Er, hey,” he said, moving past her and pouring a mug for himself. “You good?”

“Yes,” she said. “Very good. And you?”

“Fine,” Dean said.

He turned to lean against the kitchen counter, sipping his drink and watching the way Hannah sat so precisely. She hadn’t learned to slouch the way Cas had.

“Cas is fine, too,” Dean said. “I think. He’s sleeping.”

Hannah nodded, not looking overly concerned about that. Some bit of tension he’d been denying he felt went out of Dean.

“So, it’s okay he’s asleep?” he asked, just to be sure.

“Castiel said to me once that sleep could be pleasant, if you knew you weren’t just going to wake up as exhausted as you were when you climbed into your sleeping bag. Angels don’t have to sleep, and we may need to keep an eye on it, but if he’s sleeping just because he wants to then it should be fine.” She tipped her head to the side, fixing Dean with an all too understanding look. “I take it you were in the bed with him?”

Dean felt the flush in his cheeks and all the way down his body. Hannah wasn’t him mom, or his sister, or anything like that, not that Dean really knew what that would be like, but he felt as flustered as if she were.

“Er, well. I, er, we…”

“I heard,” Hannah said.

“What?”

“I heard. Before Castiel blocked the sound.”

Hannah had to be far less innocent than she appeared, to be smiling at that. It was a small smile, little more than a soft curl to the edges of her lips, but the way she picked up her mug and hid her mouth made it all the more suspect.

“Are you teasing me?” Dean asked.

“Yes,” Hannah said. “But I’m also telling the truth. If I’m to be around for any length of time, Castiel and I will have to remember to block out certain sounds.”

“Oh, right,” Dean said, and tried to push the thought of Hannah hearing him and Cas having sex out of his mind. “You and Bela. The two of you get pretty loud, huh?”

“There’s maybe less moaning involved than there is with some people.”

And that was… That…

“I was not moaning,” Dean said.

Which was the moment Bela stepped into the kitchen.

“You were moaning, Dean?” Bela asked. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

She stopped behind Hannah and leaned down to press a kiss to the angel’s head. Somehow, it seemed more intimate than Hannah overhearing him with Cas, and Dean glanced away.

“No need to be shy,” Bela said. “And we’re only teasing. Really. It’s hardly the most embarrassing sex story. Is there any coffee for me?”

Which is how Sam found them sitting drinking coffee and sharing stories about their sexual adventures. Bela and Dean, that was. Hannah mostly listened and laughed softly every now and again. It didn’t seem to trouble her when Bela talked about sliding down a trellis to escape an angry husband she hadn’t known about, or described how one heist turned into a three-way with her partner and a guard.

“Really?” Sam asked. “There’s a cult of demons out to make Dean their king, and you’re sharing sexcapades? You taking notes, Dean?”

“Oh, Dean doesn’t need any ideas for wild sex with strangers,” Bela said. “Not now he’s sealed the deal with Castiel.”

To his credit, Sam only choked a little on his coffee, and Dean had to wonder what Sam thought would happen when he saw Dean kiss Cas and then sent them off to Dean’s room to remove the rest of the angel’s clothing. Had he thought they’d just hold hands really intensely?

“Love’s a beautiful thing, Sammy,” Dean said, throwing his hands out and grinning in a way he knew would get under Sam’s skin. “No need to be weird about it.”

“Love?” Hannah asked.

He could brush that off, but he was pushing forty, near enough, and everyone round the table looked ready to hear Dean confirm it. Even Bela. Sam’s face was nothing but open support.

“Yeah,” Dean said. “Let’s not get all choked up about it, though.”

“Okay,” Sam said, nodding. “I suppose that’s worth leaving the demon-cult problem for a night. How about I go and buy some steaks? Get a proper meal together.”

“What, like some kind of engagement party?” Dean asked. “Getting a bit ahead of yourself, Sam.”

Sam blinked.

“I…never mentioned an engagement. You think this is heading that way?”

“It…shut up and go buy my steak.”

Sam took Hannah with him, insisting he needed some help with choosing foods Cas might like, and Bela was still laughing at Dean when they went. He let her. He even grinned back.