Three Sentence Ficathon

"I don't want to talk about it," Dean said curtly to Sam when he and Castiel returned exceptionally late from what should have been a simple mission.

"The coven captured us and performed a sex pollen type spell in which we were impelled to have sexual intercourse for several hours," Castiel explained helpfully.

When Sam merely gaped at them, he hurried to put the other man's mind at ease. "Thankfully this was not our first time," he reassured him, wondering why Dean suddenly covered his face with his hands as he spoke, "so much of the awkwardness was mitigated."