Holy moly, this one was harder than the other two. But I think I like it.

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Dean was the righteous man. And John before him. Sam knows that he will never be in league with the rest of his family. It's not a surprise and it doesn't hurt quite like it did when he was 18 and the black sheep of a fractured family. There's no sting and if there were, Castiel's lips pressed to the nape of his neck, Gabriel's fingertips sweeping trails down his chest would melt the ache away. Replace it with something deeper, burning low, pooling in his spine as tongues tangle, hands grip, legs entwine. The only place he's ever truly belonged.