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"Dean." I heard Castiel say over the sound of running water.

"Dammit, Cas. I'm in the shower."

"Yes, I can see that."

"Then what the hell are you doing here? I thought we had already had this conversation." I sighed, turning off the water. My few moments of peace had been soiled.

Cas was quiet for a moment, and I stepped out of the shower with a towel around my waist expecting to find him gone. However, there he stood holding a small box.

"I brought you pie." He said quietly.

"Right, thank you." I never knew what to think about him. One minute he would be zapping me around and the next he would beating me to a pulp or ditching me when I actually needed him around. But now that the worst part of our most recent case was over, he showed up with pie.

Castiel grinned. "You're welcome, Dean."

I rolled my eyes. "Now are you just going to stand there and stare or what?"

"Sorry." Within half a second he was gone.

I pulled on my pants and grabbed my shirt before opening the bathroom door and walking straight into Castiel who was standing with his arm up about ready to knock.

"Dammit, Cas." I cursed again.

"You say that phrase a lot." He commented.

"Yes, well, maybe you should take notice of that." I replied, pushing him away and heading towards the small table where Cas had kindly left my pie and a fork. I draped my shirt over the chair and sat down hungrily.

"Yes, of course."

"Thanks for the pie, Cas." I opened the box and eyed the large slice hungrily. "Aw, man. Pecan is one of my favorites."

"Good." Cas said, looking not at me, but directly at the wall behind me.

"Is the wall really that interesting today?" I asked impatiently.

"Of course not. It's just a wall, Dean."

"Yes, I know-"

Cas cut me off. "A wall is just vertical structure that encloses an area or separates two areas. There's nothing captivating about hotel walls… or any walls for that matter."

"Cas! I know what a wall is. You don't have to go all dictionary on me." I said, exasperated.

"Then why did you…"

"Sarcasm."

"I'm not too familiar with sarcasm."

"Obviously." I glared at him: he was still staring at the wall. "Dammit. Why do you keep looking at the wall and not me? We are having a conversation. Under ordinary circumstances, two people look at each other when speaking."

"I'm sorry, Dean. But you have yet to finish getting dressed, and I did not wish you make you uncomfortable."

"We're just a couple of guys, Cas. It's fine. But if it really bothers you so much…" I slipped my shirt on.

His eyes slid over to me and nodded slightly.

I grabbed my pie, escaped from the wooden chair, and slumped onto the edge of one of the beds. I was exhausted. Sammy and I had just finished off a large nest of vamps that had been feeding off families in the high end of town. Now that I had thought about Sam, I couldn't help wondering where he was.

"Where's Sam?" Cas asked as if he'd been reading my mind.

"Off doing Sam stuff. I don't know Cas; I don't follow him all the time. He is a grown man. Well overgrown that is." I took a large bit of pie and sighed. "Cas, this pie is amazing."

"Good." He commented absentmindedly. He was still standing in the exact same spot he'd been in for the past few minutes.

"Don't just stand there, Have a seat." I gestured to the other bed, mouth full of pie.

Castiel sat down beside me slowly and stared straight ahead.

"You alright, Cas?"

"Of course. I am fine."

"Okay." I held out my pie. "Did you want a bite?"

"I don't care much for pecans." He muttered without a glance.

"Have you actually ever tried them?" I asked suspiciously. I had only seen him eat a small amount of times and those times had usually been burgers.

"No, I rarely eat."

"Then how would you know if you like them or not?" It was like talking Sam into eating his vegetables when he was a kid. Of course now, he couldn't stay away from them. Salad this, salad that. Beef was healthy for a man occasionally.

Cas just shrugged.

"Try it." I shoved the box at him.

"Dammit, Dean!" Cas uttered. He took my fork and got a bite, examining it carefully.

"No need to get angry." I said, somewhat surprised.

"I was just testing your phrase." Cas took the bite reluctantly.

I took my fork back and watched him closely. His face stayed expressionless. "What do you think?"

Cas swallowed slowly and smiled. "That's… awesome."

I grinned. "I told you."

Cas disappeared and I glanced around worriedly. But he was barely gone five seconds before returning with a second fork. "Do you mind?" He asked, holding it up.

"Have at it." I held it out. "But next time, you could always get more pie too."

"I'm not an idiot, Dean. There wasn't anymore." Castiel replied defensively.

"All right, man."

We finished the remainder of the pie in silence, and I couldn't help but notice that he was now sitting closer to me than before. Normally I was picky about him invading my personal space, but something inside me stirred when his leg brushed lightly against mine.

I tossed the empty pie box, and it landed in the trash can with a thud. The sound seemed unnaturally loud in the crushing silence.

We sat there for a while. I slid farther back onto the bed and laid back on the pillow, relaxing. "I think I might sleep for a while. Alright, Cas?" I announced, closing my eyes. He was silent for a while, and I opened one eye partially to see if he'd bailed. Instead, he was standing next to me, peering down at me with curiosity burning bright in his eyes. "Cas… what are you-?"

But he didn't let me finish. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. I was stunned, and before I knew it, I was kissing him back.

All of a sudden I heard an urgent knock on the hotel door. Castiel disappeared and I was left alone, dizzy, and confused.

"Dean?" Same called from outside. "will you please let me in? Any day would be great."

"Yeah. Hold on, Sammy." I got up slowly and crossed the room, As soon as I'd unlocked the door, Sammy burst in. He was out of breath and covered in blood.

My mind cleared instantly. "What happened? Are you injured?"

"I'm fine. The blood isn't mine." He said, heading for the bathroom. "I need a shower, but we don't have much time to relax. We've got more vamps around."

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