"I do not understand why I have to read the letters," Cas stated in a gravelly voice, squinting at the projection ten feet away through strange machinery.

"Just do it, Cas," Dean said, almost exhausted with how little Cas knew about human life. You'd think he'd know everything since he was around for a few millennia.

"I cannot read that lettering," Cas affirmed. The doctor switched lines to bigger ones.

"Dean," Cas whined, thinking it was ridiculous to be reading letters in a doctor's office that smelled funny.

"Cas," Dean warned. The ex-angel sighed and started rattling off the numbers and letters. The doctor took some notes in the corner of the room.

"Cas, we can't have you out there fighting when you can barely see anything," Sam put in, arms crossed next to Dean by the door.

"I do not see how my eye sight is relevant to our investigations," Cas answered.

"Exactly, that's why we're getting you glasses," Dean remarked. He chuckled lightly to himself at his own pun.

"Well, he does need glasses," the doctor agreed, rattling off his vision number and how they would have to come in next week to get his glasses. "Just walk out front and pick out frames you like."

The trio walked out front, Dean and Sam walking behind Cas as he wandered around the room, looking at all of the model glasses to see which one he liked.

He stopped at one wall and picked up a pair. He turned to Sam and Dean and said, "is this sufficient?"

Dean almost broke down in laughter when he saw the large, square shaped frames Cas picked out. Sam looked nervously at Dean, not knowing what to say.

"Those are the ones you want?" Dean asked.

"Yes, I am quite affectionate toward these," Cas murmured, spinning around to look at them in the mirror. Dean couldn't suppress the smile that splayed across his face as he gazed at his dorky little angel.

A week later and Dean and Cas returned to the vision center. The doctor presented Cas his glasses in their case. Cas put them on, momentarily stunned at how crisper everything looked. It was amazing that the compression of sand and science could make him see well. It reminded him of the faith and absolute curiosity he had in humanity and the wondrous things it could create.

He turned to Dean, who was standing behind him protectively. Cas stood for a moment and took in every detail he could see now that he couldn't before. Every follicle on Dean's head, his pores, the flecks of darker green in his eyes, the blush that made itself known as Dean was being ogled at. Cas breathed in deeply, and more than anything he wanted to kiss the most perfect man in front of him.

"I can see you," Cas uttered, feeling quite stupid at his silly remark. He hugged Dean close, wanting to feel the warmth and how alive Dean was. He gripped his jacket as if Dean was due to break away any second. They both pulled away at the moment. Dean, overcome with emotion that built in his chest, like a pipe ready to burst, said the only thing that came to mind.

"You're such a dork."