Hey everyone, so even though I was trying super hard to finish all other started stories before begining another one, I'm starting another one. :) On a side note it's not in a catergory I already have, it's SUPERNATURAL!

This is a Destiel story, and no, I don't want a debate over wether it's canon or not, and if you don't like it, don't read.

To readers of my other stories, I promise to update one chapter for every uncomplete story before the month is out. :) I love all of you!

This story takes place with Cas, between becoming more human, yes he has wings, and yeah, this story is probably going to end up a one shot- it depends how late I want to be up editing tonight.

R&R

Dean walked into the motel room, dropping his bag at the foot of the first bed and rummaging through it. Cas stepped awkwardly through the threshold, side stepping Dean who began making salt lines.

They had experienced one of the longest days in sharing each others company ever. It had started a few days ago when Bobby had called for reinforcment, and Sam had gotten on a bus to meet him, leaving Cas and Dean to pick up the next job. Seeing as Sam wasn't there to share a room with, Dean booked one room for two to share with Cas.

Cas was getting on his nerves. He sighed a lot. And yawned every damn minute, including in front of a dead girls family, the local cops, and her friends. He had tried to explain to Castiel why yawning in the faces of mourning and grieving people may not be precieved as a welcome or comforting gesture, but Cas had cut across him to ask when they would next be eating. He had been silent as well, and for some reason whenever he spoke it seemed a little slow, almost slurred. Dean didn't know why the change had happened, but it was frustrating to listen to after a sentence.

Cas looked over at Dean who had just stood straight and packed the salt and other things back up. He had sealed the room as Castiel's request. Cas wasn't feeling right about something, and after some insistence Dean had agreed, purely to get him to be silent. He sank onto the edge of his bed, staring at the muted orange stripped wall paper. He wasn't sure he liked the way motels smelled. Like obsessivly harsh cleaning products, and genralized 'scent free' laundry detergent. He knew they used such products to keep each room as fresh as possible, but chilly rooms with the faint twinge of bleach, and other human wasn't his idea of a comfy place to sleep.

Cas blinked slowly as Dean called the number on a laminated card on the table and began placing an order for pizza. He was glad that they weren't going out tonight- with the previous job finished they could have gone back to Bobby's house, but Dean had caught wind of another disturbance not far from them. They had pulled over for the night aftter he had spoken aimlessly for nearly an hour. Dean had said he was tired, and didn't want Cas driving.

Dean strode by. "Pizza will be here soon, I'm going to shower, I'm covered in so much dirt I make scrap yards look pristine. Moneys on the table if food comes before I'm out."

Cas nodded as the door shut behind Dean with no other words spoken. He blinked again, everything was so hard to keep in focus, he felt sick he was so tired. He laid down and closed his eyes, but he still couldn't sleep. He listened to the showers noise, but for the twenty minutes it took the pizza man to get to the door, he was unable to sleep. As the knock came on the door he grumpily stood, strode to the door, grabbing the cash as he went and wrenched the door open.

A bored looking, pimply teen boy, with one head phone in his right ear, chewing his gum with an open mouth slowly looked him up and down, pizza box held laxly on one arm. "Twenty." The teen intoned, sratching the side of his neck. Cas tossed the bill to him, grabbed the pizza and shut the door before the boy had even straightened from trying to catch the money. He missed whatever the boy said as the door slammed, but he didn't really care.

He began to eat, his face and body feeling numb. The bathroom door clicked open, and he realised he hadn't even heard the shower turn off.

Dean walked into the room steam from the bathroom following his. He was glad he at least didn't smell like bo anymore. He looked at Cas, blankly staring at a wall, chewing his slice of pizza with hardly any motivation. He approached him and slid into the other chair.

"Cas." he said looing at the angel, who didn't reply. "Cas!" he spoke a little louder and Cas jumped, turning to face him. Honestly Dean knew they both looked a little tired, but Cas looked like shit. He was more pale than usual, with a terrible grey undertone. It looked like he was recovering from the plague. His eyes were set deep, and big puffy, purple bags under his eyes, complete with a few days stubble made him look like he was homeless.

"Go shower, you look beat." Cas blinked slowly, nodded and shuffled slowly out of the room, dropping his trenchcoat on the floor as he walked. He ditched his shoes and tie and was half way out of his shirt before he closed the bathroom door. "You need clothes Cas." Dean yelled after him to no avail.

He just heard the shower turn on. He sighed and wolfed down his half of the pizza, before wiping his hands on a cheap brown napkin and dug through Cas's bag. He was more frustrated when he realized Cas had no pajamas. He grabbed a pair of boxers and went over to his bag and grabbed a soft sleep shirt.

He dropped these in front of the bathroom door and picked up Cas's clothes and dumped them in a spare chair. He layed down on his bed and closed his eyes, waiting for Cas to finish.

Nearly half and hour later Cas emerged from the bathroom in the borrowed shirt and his own boxers. Dean looked over and nodded to him, feeling too tired to give him a lecture on proper clothing packing.

Cas hit the lights and walked by the light of the moon filtering through the window to his own bed. Neither said anything and soon the room was present to Dean's almost asleep snores. Cas had laid down, and pulled the covers up, but couldn't sleep. As tired as he was nothing felt right. His knees hurt laying on his back, his back hurt laying on his chest. Laying on either of his sides made his hips and shoulders feel a little numb. He rolled over another time so he could face Dean. Dean was laying on his chest with his head pointed away from Cas. He was so calm, it was a small moment of peace.

Slowly as time passed Cas felt more and more distressed. He couldn't quite figure out what was wrong. After he could find no cool spot in his bed to lay, and he was sweating from the heat, and shivering from the lack of blankets to keep him warm he sat up.

A glance to the clock proved he had attempted sleep for an hour. Missing sleep for Cas wasn't a big deal. It was like mising meals. It didn't usually affect him, but tonight he felt terrible. He wanted to ask Dean for help, but he didn't even know what he needed help with. He spoke softly,

"Dean?" No reply came from the slow breathing form. Cas nodded to himself. He was asleep, and needed it too. He shouldn't wake him, he should just go to sleep. Cas laid down again, and ten seconds passed. He sat bolt upright again and looked at Dean.

He really didn't want to wake him, but he realized whatever he was feeling was worse, as he began to cry. Suddenly he had no control over it , and he was silently bawling. He stood shakily and stumbled to Dean's bed.

"Dean. Dean!" He shook the sleeping form who shot up a little jerkily and faced him.

"Cas, Cas what's wrong." Dean smacked the lamp which illuminated the dark room sharply. He raised an eyebrow at Cas's face but said nothing,he was still concerend. Cas didn't know what to say. He just sat there shaking, clenching his fists and shaking his head.

Dean wasn't quite sure how to handle a crying man. But Cas looked terrible. He wasn't going to boot him away now, so he sat up, one handely patting Cas's shoulder and the other rubbing his face.

"Dude, what happened?" Dean asked calmly.

"I- I don't even know I just," and suddenly he was gasping for air. Cas looked at Dean as he attempted to breathe. The room was so hot and everything was swimming. 'Cold water' was all he could think, and he stood heading for the bathroom, but his leg wobbled and he tipped, pitching forwards gasping and shaking as Dean yelled out to him.

Okay, so not a one shot, but I think if my plan goes according to schedual there should only be three. Just a short semi-serious fluffy smut piece. I'm currently debating how much to give away about what's going on in the description, but since this I short I probably will just write. Please forgive late night writng and edits, I'll do my best to get everything as good as I can tonight/morning.

As always I love you, R&R