Вообще-то фик так себе, но я его читаю, потому что он с продолжением и потому что больше пока читать нечего.
Но этот диалог Сэма и Дина мне понравился )))

Sam gave him the ‘serious discussion’ look and Dean braced himself for the worst.

“Uhm, Dean. Bobby and I have been talking and – “

We think you’re disgusting, Dean filled in mentally.

“…we’re worried about you.”

Worried your perversity will rub off on us.

“Every time Castiel is around..”

You act like you wanna throw him down and fuck his brains out.

“…you seem, anxious…”

Horny

“…distant. Like you’re holding yourself back.”

From doing profane and blasphemous things to God’s messenger, you freak.

“And well, you seem…”

Depraved.

“…depressed.”

“Huh?” Dean’s internal flagellation stopped abruptly. Depressed? That word didn’t sound like an accusation of perversity. In fact, now that Dean stopped long enough to listen, neither did Sam’s tone.

“I don’t, Sam, I don’t know what-“ He was at a loss. Suddenly he had no idea where this conversation was headed.

“Dean,” Sam sighed. “It’s fairly obvious that you’re in love with Castiel and you’re trying not to be.”