Dean and I lay spread out on the bed, his weird music player, was playing what he told me was a "rock" song, he was singing to lyrics and his beautiful voice was all I could concentrate on, he put his fingers in the "rock" symbol, or at least what he had told me was the symbol sparked on by rock music. I sat up and sat on the side of the bed and he turned his body around so his feet were at the head of the bed, he raised them and put them on the wall, his socks making small black marks on the paint. As he continued to sing, I continued to listen, he turned down the music, but I wasn't paying much attention to anything other than his voice, which was still as loud as before, suddenly it stopped only for him to ask me,

"Everything okay baby? You're really quiet" his deep voice changing my train of thought from, wow this man's voice! To yes my love I'm listening.

"I'm fine Dean, I was just listening to your fabulous voice" all though my boyfriend had a wonderful singing and generally a beautiful talking voice, I was quite different, my monotone voice rung through the small hotel room, although it wasn't completely my fault my voice was like it was,

"Ha-ha thanks baby, why don't I teach you the words and you can sing along with me?"

"Ah no, I don't think that is necessary, my voice will be putrid compared to the soulfulness of yours" I stated,

"Castiel Novak- Winchester"

"Dean, I'm not a Winchester" a smile lifting on my face,

"Yet, anyway where was I, Castiel Novak-Winchester, you will never know if your voice is putrid until you try and I will love you no matter what!" Dean was always sweet to me, he always made me smile, or he always made me proud, and I definitely would marry him one day, if God would allow us, of course only when he was ready.

"Dean I don't think I will be able to sing, I-I have never sung"

"Oh well, that's to be expected baby, please let me teach you!" of course anyone else would have judged him for never singing before, no matter how much they knew of his past, but not Dean, he would always be the one to not give a crap!

"Okay I guess if you really want, but if I am so bad, stop me before your eardrums burst" I said my smile still growing,

"Okay so I'll teach you the chorus, nice and slow, 1-2-3,

Carry on my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more." His voice was just as amazing, it rung throughout our room, I couldn't handle being next to him, let alone being his boyfriend, and he was so perfect.

It must have been a while before I eventually spoke up, but no one was timing, no one minded.

"I, okay I'll give it okay"

Dean listened to me sing.

He continued to teach me the song, in the end we had it written on sticky notes, and stuck to the wall, we sang the song all through the night, falling asleep curled up on the bed together, we didn't care for anything else, demons could wait, angels could wait, the bloody apocalypse could wait, I was spending this time warm and in the embrace of my amazing boyfriend and nothing was stopping that.