Dean rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, barely stifling a yawn as he stretched his legs over the cooler they rested on. The long nights and near total lack of sleep for the last two weeks were seriously getting to him.

"Here," his partner said, not bothering to stop the yawn that came from seeing Dean's. He held out a cup of coffee. The piece of china hardly fit in the police station, but the two had used up all the other cups and with no interest in washing them, they resorted to good china.

"Thanks." Dean's hands embraced the warm cup as he sipped carefully.

"So?" Castiel sat down across the small table, glancing at the papers they had been studying for days on end. "Anything new?"

The ongoing joke of trying to find a new needle in the haystack of old information wasn't funny tonight. Dean stood, his chair groaning loudly on the wood floor as it was shoved back. "Of course not. We've been looking at the same freakin' things for what feels like forever and…" he stopped, slipping a hand through his hair. He couldn't remember the last time he'd washed it. Not that it mattered.

"Yeah, I know," Cas said with a sigh, placing his elbows on the table and resting his forehead on his raised hands. "I know."

Dean shook his head, unable to think of anything past Bonny and Clyde, the two people that had made his life a living hell. It wasn't even that they were the worst criminals Dean had encountered, but it was the fact that they were seemingly uncatchable for now.

"Let's talk about something else," Cas suggested, lifting his head to look at Dean. The room was dimly lit by two small lamps and it seemed to only make Dean more tired. He cleared his throat and downed the coffee.

He gave a disgruntled smile. "I can't. I can't think about anything else."

Cas sat back in his chair, tucking his hands behind his head. "I can. What are you thinking of doing with that girl of yours?"

Dean's head snapped up. "What?"

"Anna."

"Yeah, I know her name. What do you mean?" He was thoroughly thankful to find his mind pushing aside the case for a moment.

"What are you gonna do with her?"

Dean slowly sat back down, eyeing his partner's smug smile. "I'm gonna ask you one more time, man. What do you mean?"

"You gonna marry her?"

He stiffened slightly. "I don't know."

"She's pretty."

"I know that."

"She's got a good family. Lots of money."

"I know that too."

"You should marry her."

"I know."

The quick exchange caused Dean to smile because for a moment, he didn't even notice the stack of papers and pictures on the table. He hadn't even thought about the beautiful woman that waited at home for him in two weeks - it had been two weeks since he'd done anything other than go to banks where the two criminals had struck and sit in the police office working.

He looked at his partner and gave a lopsided smile. "Thanks, man."

Cas sat forward and inhaled deeply. "Anytime."

And with that, they both divided the pile into two and began reading again. Moments of comfortable silence passed. "Because if you don't," Cas quietly said, his eyes never leaving the page. "I will."

"Good to know." Dean's eyes also stayed on the paper as he grabbed the object nearest to him and tossed it in Cas' direction. He gave a satisfied grin when he heard the gentle thump and Cas' mumbled curse before sobering and turning his full attention back to the case. Somehow it seemed just a little more easy to cope now.