"Cas." Dean began slowly, eyeing the bathroom door, Sam was showering, so he was alone. "I need some, um help, with my work, so get down here. Please?" He sits still for a bit, always takes Castiel a moment or two to show up. That's okay, Dean finds it doesn't bother him today. God, so much has happen, lots of dying. Dean shudders, the dying was not pleasant, most of it wasn't pleasant. Sam got married, Sam got divorced, Sam got turned into a car once, Dean got killed, Sam got killed, other people got killed, Castiel.. Well, Castiel got pretty similar treatment.

"I have known you for nine years now and can't do your own work." Castiel rumbles.

Dean shrugs, "You've known me for nine years, sure, but there's still plenty you don't know about me." Like how I love you, you big trench coat baby.

Castiel frowns. "Truly? I think I know you fairly well." Dean snorts, ah, no, nope. Castiel still is missing, the not itsy-bitsy detail of Dean's... Sounds so childish, crush on him. Dean straightens, no, he should not be embarrassed, he is Dean WInchester and he is a badass. The crush will pass.

Castiel cocks his head to the side, words coming out awkwardly slow, "Should I leave?"

"No, nope, why do you ask?" Dean squints at Cas, what, does Dean radiate danger or something?

Castiel sighs. "Well, you are having one of those reassurance moments about how masculine you are. Generally you become quiet.. Moody. Perhaps some pie?"

"No, dude." Dean scolds. "You can't just give me pie and expect my attitude to straighten out. And I am a MAN, I am MASCULINE, I don't need reassurance about that."

Castiel's face assumes his confused look. "No, ever since Sam said you were 'Gay for Cas', you have had a great deal of trouble dealing with that, your feelings, and seem afraid that liking me makes you unmanly." Castiel sighs, pulling a kitchen chair over in front of Dean and taking a seat while Dean stares at him.

"You heard that?"

"I was right behind you, however Sam signaled for me to leave when he saw me." Castiel shrugs, "Besides, you talk in your sleep."

Dean has a feeling he looks like a tomato. "I..Talk?" He squeaks.

"Yes, about many things, not just me." Castiel smiles, "It is nice to hear you talk instead of scream while you sleep."

"Mmmm. Cas?"

"Yes?"

"So... What do you think... Of it?" Dean fold his hands, peeking up at Cas.

Castiel slowly smiles, "I rather like it. If that does not trouble you perhaps we could progress into a relationship, relationships are rather nice."

"Nice." Dean laughs. "Yeah, I think I'd like that, so, um, wanna go to the bar?"

Castiel stood, sliding the chair back over to the table. "If they have burgers, then yes."

"Alright, lets go." Dean jumped up, going over to the door.

"Shouldn't you tell Sam you are leaving?"

"He's a big boy, he'll be fine."

-(0)-

Two hours later, armed with the tools of a Hunter, Samuel Winchester strode into the town bar and saw Castiel, Angel of the Lord, and his brother Dean, munching on burgers, fries, and sipping beer across from one another at one of those tiny little circle tables.

"I knew it!"

R and R! (Cause you still secretly love me and I write stuff)