I plop down in the chair, sighing loudly as my back sorely ached. Sam and I just finished a vampire hunt in Michigan; a nest that included four vamps and three people who were in the process of turning. Thank god for that recipe that we found a few years ago, and for the fact that they hadn't feasted yet. It was a close call but we were able to finish it up in time. I look around the bunker that has become our home.

I kind of scoff. Home. That's not something I'm familiar to. I mean, we've always had Baby. Hell, she's our home. Or at least she was until we found this place. But now she's parked in the garage with all of the other classic cars. I find it quite silly that we have those cars considering we only use Baby. Man, I have some good memories in that car... The sound of a book slamming down on the table makes me snap out of it. I look up and see Sam towering over me, his eyes looking weary and tired. He sets his stuff down in a chair and then plops down in another one across from me.

"Hey there Sammy." I smirk. "Tired?"

He looks at me. "No, no I'm wide awake."

I chuckle. "I hear you. That hunt has me super sore."

Sammy chuckles a little. "That's an understatement. I still can't believe that you sliced and diced those two vamps within a minute. That's a new record for you."

I chuckle. "Hey, you were pretty good yourself. I mean, you handled that one vamp like a champ."

Sammy chuckles and sighs. "Well, I think we should go out to celebrate." he says, raising an eyebrow mischievously. "I saw a bar about 50 miles from here."

I think about it, but then shake my head. "No, I'm too worn out."

"What?" Sam asks in shock. "Too worn out? Well that's a first." he says.

I shrug. "I'm getting old."

"Dean, you're thirty-three. You aren't old." I roll my eyes and sigh as I lean back.

"If you say so Sammy."

"So you aren't coming?"

"Nah, I'm gonna stay here."

"Suit yourself. I'm gonna go get some fresh beer." he says as he stands chair scrapes against the floor as he pushes it in. "And maybe meet some ladies." he says as he looks at me one last time.

"Use a condom." I shout as he walks up the stairs.

He chuckles and then I hear the jingle of my keys and then a loud thud. I sigh and lean back, resting my head in my hands. I start to doze off when I feel a familiar presence beside me. Well more like above me. I open my eyes to find blue ones staring at me.

"Hello Dean."

I close my eyes and sigh. "Cass. . . we've talked about this."

He stares at me. I swallow.

"Personal space."

"My apologies." he says as he steps back.

I sit up straight. "Can I help you?" I ask as I look at him.

"Well, since I've just gotten my grace back, I've been feeling a little drained. And I have come back to finish reading a book."

I look at him. "A book?"

He nods his head. "Yes. I started reading a book while you and Sam were on a hunt."

"I didn't know angels read."

"Actually we don't normally. It's not something Angels do in their free time. But I did it a lot when I was human." the angel says the last few words softly.

I feel a little pang in my chest. "I see."

"Yes, it was one of the few things I learned that pleased me. It gave me something to do."

"Okay, well, go ahead and get your book. Do you know where it is?"

"Yes, I am aware of it's placements." I nod and then lean back and try to get comfortable in my chair.

I know I have a bed and blankets, but I find this more comfortable at the moment for my sore back. I close my eyes and listen to Cass's quiet footsteps as he walks around me. Soon, they fade away as I'm plunged into darkness.

I open my eyes to an eerie silence that has filled the room. I notice the lights are off and there isn't a single sound.

"Cass?" I ask gruffly, standing up. "Sam?" I look around and see a flickering light coming from the kitchen. I squint my eyes as I grab my gun off of the table. I hold it out in front of me and walk cautiously towards the kitchen. I look down and see a small drop of blood. I cock my head and look in front of it and see that it's gone from a small drop to a big puddle of red and then I see Sam's body, his neck twisted and his body limp, his eyes glazed over.

"Sammy," I whisper. I rush over to him and drop down to my knees. I stare in horror at my little brother's body. I touch his face and shiver from how cold it is. I feel tears prick my eyes and I look up to look around when I feel something drop on my head. I slowly lift my hand and pull it away to look at it. My finger is a scarlet red. I slowly look up and my green eyes meet blue ones. I feel my mouth open.

My eyes go from Cass's blue eyes to his torso and I see his white dress shirt stained with a brilliant red in the middle. His body is positioned awkwardly and his face has a look of pain mixed with fear.

"Cass!" I shout loudly, suddenly feeling like I'm four again.

"D-Dean," he whispers and then his body is lit up in flames.

I sit up and scream. Before I know it, I feel a tight grip on my shoulder and my green eyes meet familiar blue ones. My heart is racing and my breathing is out of control.

"Dean," he says calmly. "Dean, calm down." I stare at him wildly. "It was just a dream."

I stare at him as tears spring to my eyes. I don't cry. This is not something I normally do. But it felt too real. "

You're alive," I whisper as I stare at him. I look down at his shirt to find it stainless, his blue tie still crooked like usual.

His brows are furrowed as he looks at me. "Well technically, I'm not alive or dead, I'm really-"

"That's not what I mean." I interrupt.

I realize his hand is still on my shoulder, right over where the mark of his handprint is. I look at his arm and blink the tears away. I look back at him as he watches me carefully.

"Why are you upset?" he asks.

"I just had a bad dream."

He cocks his head to the side in only a way he can do.

"What was it about?"

I clear my throat as I try to collect my thoughts. "Um, it was nothing." I say finally.

"Obviously it was something. Dean, tell me." I look up at him and I see his blue eyes filled with concern as they search mine.

So, I tell him.

He sits there and listens to me as I tell him what happened step by step. My eyesight gets a little blurry. "And then, you went up in flames." I choke out. He frowns as he watches me.

"Dean, I'm sorry."

I look at him."It was my worst fears combined."

Castiel looks at me. "What?"

"Cass, I've faced many things; vampires, werewolves, demons. Hell, I've faced the Devil himself. I've lost Sammy and I've lost you a few times. But we always figure it out in the end. But this time, it felt permanent."

"What are you trying to say, Dean?"

"Cass, I can't lose Sammy. And I can't lose you." I say softly, looking down at my hands.

I feel Castiel's hand reach under my chin and force me to look at him.

"Dean, I'm not going anywhere." he says quietly.

We look at each other for a moment, and all of the feelings I've felt hit me like a train and suddenly I can't control myself. I stand up and grab Cass's face softly as our lips connect. I feel myself walking forwards as he somehow manages to walk backwards until he's pinned between myself and a wall. His lips are soft and mold together with mine and that's when I realize he's not pushing me away. He's allowing me to do this. No, he wants me to do this. And so I do.

My hands are sliding through his hair as our tongues intertwine with each other. I pour my heart and soul into this kiss, feeling his hands run through my hair as he does the same. I have to pull away after a little bit so I can breathe. Our breathes are mingled together as I lean my forehead against his. I pant heavily, my heart racing fast. I look up into his blue eyes which are filled with an emotion that I've never seen before.

"Cass," I whisper.

"Yes Dean?"

"I love you." I mumble as my face burns.

Cass looks down at his shoes and then at our intertwined fingers. I see a hint of a smile on his face.

"I love you too, Dean."