Dean walked down the narrow hall way, humming Metallica, he yawned lazily. It had been almost three weeks since the last case and he was getting bored. He couldn't find anything. It was odd. "Sammy, do you think it's weird that it's been so quiet. No weird deaths, or missing persons. Nothing." Dean looked at his brother. "Dean, I don't know what to tell you. Just be glad no one is missing or dead." Sam said, not even looking up from the book he was reading. Dean sighed, going to his room. He laid down on his bed, putting his headphones on. He slowly dozed off. He awoke to Cas, standing over him, their faces merely inches apart. "Son of a bitch. Cas, what the hell are you doing?" Cas stepped back, "You we're having a nightmare, I woke you." He mumbled softly. "Nightmare? I wasn't having a... Wait a second, you erased the memory didn't you? Cas you can't keep messing with my head." Cas looked a bit hurt. "Dean I was only trying to help." Dean sat up, yawning. "It's okay Cas." Castiel looked at him nervously. "Dean," He said softly. When Dean turned around, Castiel pulled him against him and kissed him softly. Dean fought it for only a second before surrendering to it. He kissed the angel back, his warm lips against Castiel's soft ones. "I've been wanting to do that for awhile... Has I told your brother, we share a more... profound bond, you and I." Cas looked at Dean, studying him. "You are not mad at me, are you Dean?" He looked at the floor, a hint of worry in his voice.