Dean leaned back against the wall and took another sip of the bubbly champagne, grimacing into the little glass. He wished he had managed to sneak in a flask, or seven. He seriously needed something stronger if he was going to stand around all night just to watch his angel get hit on by numerous girls. How did it even end up this way? Dean Winchester, notorious heart throb and lady-killer, had been reduced to moping in a corner, rejecting all woman who'd come his way, just to brood over the fact that Castiel was dancing clumsily with some chick instead of standing with him and invading his personal space or whatever. He snorted again as he watched the girl giggle as Castiel tilted his head at something she'd said. Dean glared at the back of her head and downed his drink in one go, only to grab another as a waiter passed by. The same waiter had been passing by with drinks every time Dean got low since he'd started standing here. The waiter simply glanced in the direction of Cas and gave Dean an apologetic smile before he continued on. As the waiter passed Dean noticed Castiel watching him, and the ex-angel offered a small smile and wave. Dean grinned instinctively and waved back earning a few murmurs from the woman around, since the first and only time had Dean smiled, was at Cas. Dean immediately realized what he'd done and downed the contents of the glass gratefully wondering how he got himself into this mess. Someone like him fawning over an ex-angel, a dude, but still... this was Cas. Even so, Dean blamed Sam, Dean Winchester was not a high school girl, this all started once Sam found this case.

Sam hobbled weakly around the bunker, the trials had certainly taken their toll but he was healing slowly. As sick as felt he knew how much Dean was dying to get outside, and Sam was getting pretty desperate for a break himself.

And he was sure Dean couldn't wait to take Cas on his first hunt. The ex-angel had been living with the brothers for a few months now, but with Dean torn between Sam sickness and Cas's education on being human and hunting they haven't had time to just work a case.

Not to mention stopping Metatron and getting Castiel's mojo back.

Sam finally found the two in a quiet corner of the library, Cas had his head buried in a book while Dean hovered above him, worrying over him and telling him he needs to sleep more.

"C'mon Cas, you're not even getting four hours of sleep. Let alone the 8 a regular human needs to function."

"Dean as I previously stated, the idea of being unconscious makes me feel uncomfortable. I do not wish to sleep and I am functioning to a necessary level. I am not dying Dean. Now please, I'm trying to read." Cas growled with a roll of his eyes. A trait that he'd obviously picked up from the older Winchester and that was surprisingly human for the ex-angel.

But both present stopped talking as soon as Sam wandered into the room and Dean strode toward him to worry over him rather than Cas. Cas visibly relaxed as Dean moved away and Sam huffed a laugh. The two certainly knew how to wind each other up, to the point Sam wanted to lock them in a closet together. At least Cas is just oblivious, since he came from above he certainly doesn't know what it means to be in love. Dean was just so far in the closet he was sucking dick in Narnia.

"Heya Sammy. How're you feeling?"

"Pretty good, just a little tired." Sam down played everything a bit, he was feeling better but he knew Dean would use any excuse he could to keep him in the bunker. "But Dean, check this out, so I found this case-"

"Sammy..."

"Hear me out! Okay? It's just down state in Wichita. It's a simple case. I don't need to fight but I'm pretty sure we could all use a bit of a break. Dean you're going so stir crazy you flit around Cas like a moth to a light."

Dean licked his lips nervously and gave Sam a quizzical look. "You'll be a bench warmer?"

"If it means I can get out of here, yeah, sure."

Dean grunted an affirmation and then turned slightly, jumping as he noticed the ex-angel had materialized next to him. Muttering something about 'Damn ninja angels'

"What are the details of this case then Sam? How do you know it's a job for us?" Cas asked, head titled ever so slightly.

"Yeah, right. So I found the case in the local paper and did some more research on it. 23 year old Linda Cherwood inherited this pink and black pearl necklace from her deceased Grandma right? It's been in the family for 4 generations. She was preparing it to send it to a safe deposit box out of country. But right before she could, she was murdered in her hotel room. No signs of forced entry, and the security cameras only captured Linda entering the hotel. Twice. But she was never reported to have left her room."

Dean and Cas glanced at each other before returning their attention back to Sam, "Twice?" Dean pressed, eyeing his brother suspiciously. Sam just rolled his eyes and glared back at him. Dean hadn't trusted him since he'd tried to leave the bunker on his own a few weeks back.

"C'mon Dean, this isn't a crap case. There have been other reports of theft of priceless clothes, jewelry and perfumes. Something wants the best of the best. And she's willing to kill for it."

Dean's expression faltered when Sam gave him his best pair of puppy eyes. He grabbed the angel and pulled him a few feet away. "Whad'ya think Cas?"

Cas was squinting like he was thinking hard and the shrugged, another trait he copied as a human, "I don't see any harm in investigating."

Dean snorted and nodded, turning back to his brother "You best keep your head down Sam. Now go pack a bag. We leave in 20." Sam brightened visibly and hurried off to get his things ready. "Don't run!" Dean called as his brother sped off down the hall.

Dean turned to his friend to tell him to do the same but his words caught in his throat when he discovered Cas smiling softly as him. "What? Got something on my face?"

"Not at all. I was simply thinking how winsome it is when you worry over your brother."

Dean felt a heat rise to his cheeks and he sputtered for something to say, Castiel only smiled and excused himself to get ready for the trip.

Freakin angel. Calling him cute. He was a grown ass man, he wasn't supposed to be cute! Deans face was burning as he headed towards his own room. By the time he was prepared the ex angel and his brother were waiting for him in the kitchen. They ascended the stairs together and Cas laughed as Dean fussed over Sam, trying to help him up the stairs and such, no matter how much of a protest he got from his brother. When they finally reached Dean's beloved baby, Dean insisted Sam sit in the back so he could stretch out, ignoring the bitch face that was thrown his way.

His brother flopped down in the back seat and glared at Dean in the rear view mirror as Dean slid in behind the wheel. He almost considered having Sam and Cas switch, he felt bad for making his bro sit in the back on his first day back in the action, but as he glanced at Cas and caught the grin he was throwing his way Dean couldn't have said no to anything Cas could have possibly asked for. Dean caught his eye and they stared. They stared for all it was worth, (The eye sex is real) until Sam coughed and gagged as dramatically as he could, startling the two. Dean glanced over his shoulder to his brother, "You doin alright back there?" he asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yeah, sure. Just let me open a window to waft out the hot air that's clouding the windows. That eye fucking is intense." Sam scoffed, pantomiming the two in front of him staring at each other and batting his eyelashes.

Cas watched Dean and Sam bicker curiously. As far as he was aware, have intercourse with ones orbital region was impossible.

Once the brothers were settled Dean started his baby and hummed appreciatively as she roared to life. Once they'd started off Dean directed Cas to the glove compartment and told Cas to pick out any cassette tape he wanted to listen to. Ignoring Sam's quips about how special Cas is that Dean lets him choose the music, and asking if Dean'd bought him a ring yet.

To make matters worse Cas choose a Zeppelin tape, causing Sam to howl with laughter yelling 'A man after Dean's own heart!' and whistling between fits of giggles. Dean almost turned it off (the horrooooor!) and told Cas to choose something else in order to get his brother to shut up. He was being so loud you couldn't even enjoy the music. But the sight of Cas humming along happily and nodding his head to the music caused a grin to stretch across his face. He then cursed himself as he felt his cheeks redden.

This was going to be a long drive.