He sat up looking at his handy work, seeing it just made it look 3 times more beautiful than he could ever had imagined he had crafted the perfect engine well patched it up anyway. The Impala was good as new. Dean smiled at his baby "well aren't you beautiful!" he exclaimed with a smile that stretched from one side of his face to the other. Sam came out holding a small bundle of papers, "Dean? Why are you staring at the impala?" Dean was still smiling at his baby pleased with himself. "Look at her Sammy." He began not even turning round to face his brother "she's just a beauty isn't she!" He folded his arms in appreciation of himself.
"I hope you were referring to me dean." Said a familiar angelic voice. Sam didn't think it was possible for dean to be any more happy but Cas has proved him wrong as his brother spun round slowly.
"Hey Cas!" dean smirked. "Chilly today, wouldn't you say?" Sam was a little confused.
"Dean you know that I do not feel the cold however I do wish you would return my coat." At this point Sam was just too confused to even say anything. "Don't tell me you don't feel heat too Cas." Dean chuckled. Cas sighed exasperatedly as he understood what Dean had meant. Sam put the papers to one side "Whoa wait! Are you two? Are you with? Did you?" Sam's brain was running wild.
"it was certainly a pleasant night." Cas stated with what looked to be the beginnings of a smile.
"C'mon Cas it was too hot for you to wear that coat at the motel".
"Dean I believe we are embarrassing your brother maybe we could save that form of humour for later". What Castiel had said was putting it mildly; Sam was staring face down on the adjacent wooden desk both hands grasping either end his mind still trying to work its way around his brother's remarks. Dean put his arms forward gesturing for a hug towards Cas. Cas looked at Sam and back at Dean whom he raised his eyebrows at "a hug yes?" Cas asked. Dean smirked.
"Why of course!" Cas walked over to dean with a warm smile, as he went to receive the hunters hug Cas was met with a passionate kiss. Cas swiftly pulled away but when back to whisper in dean's ear "dean I must protest. You should wait until tonight for that sort of fun". Dean was finding it hard not to get aroused by the angel's deep seductive voice.
Bobby came out holding 3 beers "Castiel. Dean. Ahh Sam I see these boys have told you". Sam stood up and put his hands on his hips in slight frustration, "wait, Bobby. You knew about this?" Sam asked gesturing towards Dean and Cas. "You told Bobby before me?" he asked his brother folding his arms.
"Well…" Bobby interrupted "they didn't exactly tell me." He hung his head from the embarrassment.
"What do you mean?" asked Sam. Bobby opened his mouth to speak.
"Bobby!" dean said shaking his head indicating that it was too soon to speak about it in front of his little brother; however Sam had already figured it out and was sitting on the bonnet of the Impala with his head in his hands. This hurt Sam almost as much as being trapped with Lucifer and Michael. He wasn't against it! It was just a side of dean he never wanted to see.
"why don't you tell us what those papers are boy?" Bobby inquired pointing to what Sam had brought out earlier which were now scattered on the desk.
"urr yeah sure" Sam replied, glad of the subject change. He got up and gathered the sheets together. "I think we've got a job" he handed the papers to Dean. "4 missing persons in Lorain Ohio within the last year…"
"what's so special about that?" his brother queried.
"nothing." Sam replied "but each missing person has been sighted at the same bar night before their disappearance."
"sounds like a job." Dean said placing a hand on Sam's shoulder.
"So, how many of us are working this joint?" Bobby asked.
"I have to return to heaven at some point" Cas pointed out.
"Guess it's us 3" Sam said walking towards the Impala. Bobby nodded and headed off to fetch his car.
"I'll see you later Dean" Cas called back as he began to walk away.
"hey!" dean shouted "don't be too long cos I'll miss you." Cas smiled then disappeared in his usual