Dean was in a deep sleep at a local motel after 17 hours of straight driving from a bad case of vampires with a preference in small children to a new problematic situation that could have been in reference to another angel, but despite the immediate problems at hand, he was human. Humans needed basic things like sleep.

Castiel stood patiently beside the bed, waiting for him to awake. He had news pertaining to the whereabouts of his problematic counterpart and was hoping that Dean could be of assistance. He wondered if he should simply startle him awake, but then concluded that he would be of less use unless he was well rested. As he played through the possible scenarios of how Dean would react to his presence upon awakening, his mind wandered a bit further than normal. He studied Dean's facial expression; relaxed, an unusual one for him. He was attractive for a human. He was truly unusual for mankind, inside and out. He really did enjoy that about him.

Castiel walked carefully to the other side of the bed and sat softly at the foot of it. He turned his head toward Dean and continued in his analysis of strange human beauty. It was completely and totally foreign to him to have such an attraction to anyone or anything. He didn't understand it, at all. He didn't know what it meant or what he should do about it, so after so long, he had done nothing, but ignore it. There had been instances where he had felt twinges of what felt like a physical pain inside of his chest when others had expressed their affection toward him. Could that have been jealousy? He continued to think carefully on his own thoughts and feelings.

Dean shuffled uneasily in his sleep. Castiel wondered if he was dreaming, and if so, what about? He also constantly wondered what Dean thought of him. He knew that Dean cared for him. He remembered those times that he had been embraced by Dean and how his emotions had flowed because of it. He pondered the feasibility of their relationship going somewhere deeper, more connected.

Six hours had passed. Castiel continued to sit silently by Dean's feet. Finally, Dean stirred and opened his eyes slowly. He blinked a few times before turning over to see Castiel staring blankly at the wall. He blinked again tightly to make sure he wasn't imaging things.

"You know, Cas, it's a bit weird to be watching people sleep like that," he said groggily.

Castiel was startled and turned his head quickly toward Dean and was about to explain, but was interrupted.

"I thought we talked about the whole stalker angel thing. How long have you been here?" Dean asked suspiciously.

"I've been here since about twenty minutes after you fell asleep." He spoke seriously, without any thoughts of sounding odd.

Dean's eyebrows furrowed and he decided to just brush it off. He was used to Cas being weird like that by now. He stared at Cas for about five quick seconds and forced himself to roll out of bed. Suddenly the alarm clock started playing Angel by Aerosmith. Talk about irony. He slapped it off and stood up.

"Dean, I uh…" He was caught off guard by the look in Dean's eyes. They were faded, not nearly as vibrant green as when they had first met. Dean raised his eyes and stared sleepily, waiting for a response. When none came, he turned and walked to the counter where his keys were resting.

"I don't know about you, but I need something to wake me up and by that I mean breakfast."

He began to walk towards the door, grabbing his keys in the process.

"You comin'?"

Castiel looked at Dean with a bit of confusion and then felt another strange pull of emotion in his gut.

"Well… sure, I guess that would be fine," he replied and then slowly got up to follow Dean out the door.

Castiel didn't eat. It was an opportunity to observe Dean again, inconspicuously… or so he thought.

"Dude, seriously, you've been looking at me like I've got a huge zit on my forehead all morning. What's up with you?" Dean asked after being uncomfortably stared at for seven minutes straight.

"Well, it's nothing really, it's just that… you're really beautiful for a human." He spoke flatly and continued to look directly at Dean.

Dean stopped chewing and stared back with his mouth slightly agape and his brows pushed together in slight confusion and worry.

"Dude!" He exclaimed as if Cas would know exactly why that was upsetting.

Castiel replied by looking confused.

"Is that something to cause concern among humans?" He could tell that Dean was obviously somehow disgruntled about the obvious compliment.

Dean stared at him with utter disbelief in his angel friend and then turned his eyes to focus on something other than Castiel.

"Cas… look.. I know you have the best intentions, but that's not something you want to say to a… straight guy… it implies.. things.. like.. just things that would not be okay."

Castiel still had a look of confusion and he averted his eyes to his hands resting on the table top.

"I don't understand," he said.

Dean squinted his eyes a little and brought himself to look at Castiel again.

"Cas.. are you… are you gay? You know like…. You're into… dudes?"

Castiel was a bit taken aback by Dean's question and it took him a moment to process Dean's reaction as well as why he assumed that.

"Well, most angels are asexual, including myself. We have no need to experience any sort of sexual pleasure, but I suppose that because I'm in a vessel, sex could be enjoyable, although I'm not sure as to which gender I would prefer, but as far as I can tell women have rather disastrous reactions when faced with sex," he said, thinking back to when Dean had originally attempted to 'get him laid' as he had put it. "And that was quite terrifying."

Dean looked at him and figured that that conclusion probably made sense, although it meant that Cas would most likely rather have sex with a man than a woman if given the choice. He contemplated the thought of actually having sex with Cas for a split second and quickly shoved it out of his mind.

"Well, alright then," he said. "Whatever floats your boat."