AN: Ok so this is just the start so far... sorry its so short but the rest will be longer from here on. Will update whenever I get more written out.
Dean looks around the motel room. "Sammy?" He lets his eyes fall on his little brother.
"Yes Dean?" Comes the reply.
Dean sighs and sits up from his laying down position. "Any jobs yet?"
"Not yet, nothing that sounds out of the ordinary." Sam responds sitting at his laptop, in their recent cheap hotel room.
Dean sighs and gets up, heading to the bathroom.
"Dean..." Comes a voice behind him, causing him to spin fast to see Castiel.
The Angel's wings still amaze him, how beautiful they are, though torn and tattered from everything they have been through. "Hey Cas, what's up?" He asks and tears his focus away from the wings to the face of the Angel standing there.
"Uh nothing just wanted to come see how you two were doing." Cas responds and looks over at Sam. "Sam."
"Hey Cas. How are things up in Heaven?"
Cas sighs. "Not good."
Dean looks at the angel and can see he's worn out. "Why don't you go have a rest? You look like shit..."
The angel moves to Deans bed gratefully. "Thank you Dean." He says climbing under the blankets.
Dean just smiles at his angel, "Don't mention it Cas, you need it." That's when he realizes he thought 'His angel.' and frowns a little. 'He isn't yours, Dean.' He corrects himself with a small sigh, causing his younger brother to look at him questioningly.
Dean just turns and heads back towards the bathroom, deciding a shower would be great right now. Closing the door behind him, he goes over and turns on the water. Sighing again he gets undressed and climbs in once it's warmed up, letting the water run over him. He washes himself and washes his hair, holding his head under longer then needed. 'Dammit Cas!' He thinks to himself agitated. 'Why am I wanting you in that way?'. He looks down at "Little Dean" sighing more. 'Even my damn body wants him. Great.' He reaches up and turns the dial, turning off the flow of water, climbing out. 'Shit! I forgot my god damn clothes!' He curses and wraps his towel around him, moving to the door to open it.
"Forget your clothes again Dean?" The younger Winchester asks with a chuckle.
"Shut up Sammy!" He responds and heads over to his bag hoping his brother doesn't see the bump in the towel.
Cas makes little noises from his bed getting his attention. "No. No..."
Dean is instantly beside the angel gently laying a hand on him. "Cas? Cas wake up."
He is suddenly met with blue eyes, as they shot open with a cry. "Dean?"
"Yeah buddy, I'm here... You ok?" He realizes he hasn't taken his hand away yet but doesn't make a move to remove it from the angel.
Castiel looks up at him, tears streaming down his face silently. "Bad dream. It's fine." The angel looks at him for a moment. "I need more rest."
Dean nods leaving it for now, and sees Castiel's eyes move down his body. "Cas?" He asks quietly.
"Yeah Dean?" Comes his response and he is looking into those blue eyes again.
Dean looks at Sam, "Sammy, you mind? I could do with some pie. Maybe pick up something for Cas too?"
Sam looks at him and sighs softly. "Sure, Cas? What would you like?"
"No thank you Sam, nothing for me." With that Sam grabs his wallet and hastily leaves the room.
