When Castiel woke up in the morning he felt rested and comfortable. He was alone in bed but it didn't worry him much.

He stretched out on the bed and yawned. It was still fairly early and Cas was somewhat bothered by the fact that he was unable to detect where Dean was at the moment. He knew he had to get used to it. He had to get used to not having angel-mojo anymore.

He rolled himself out of bed and padded across the floor. When he opened the door Cas could hear music from the living area and Dean's voice singing along. He smiled to himself as he quickly ran to the bathroom to take a leak.

Castiel wasn't sure if it would be appropriate to take a shower now. He'd really enjoyed the feeling of the hot streaming water and wanted to feel it again. He figured he should probably ask. There could be rules to this that he was not familiar with.

It was a little chilly in the hall so he practically ran towards the sound of Dean's voice.

A small chuckle made him turn to the couch. Kevin was covering his eyes and Cas could see that the boy was trying not to laugh out loud.

He had no time to ponder over what was so funny. His skin was prickling and what they called goosebumps appeared as he continued towards the kitchen where he could hear Dean.

The guy was facing the counter obviously busy making breakfast. Dean startled a little when Cas cleared his throat and he threw a quick glace over his shoulder. Then he turned back to the counter and sighed heavily before he looked at Cas again.

"That is not cool." He rubbed his forehead before he let his fingers run through his hair. "You have to get dressed."

Castiel looked down on his naked body before he lifted his head again. "I wanted to take a shower." He shrugged a little. "Getting dressed beforehand would just be a waste of time."

Dean's eyes fell shut and he took a deep breath. "Okay?" He opened his eyes again and Castiel could see that he tried to avoid looking straight at him. "So take a shower." Their eyes met for a brief moment. "And get dressed."

Castiel was surprised by the tone of Dean's voice and wondered what was wrong. He took a couple of steps towards him and reached his hand out to touch his cheek. Dean jumped back and bumped into the counter. "Hmpf." He grabbed Castiel's forearm to stop the movement. "NO!"

Dean pushed away from the counter with the other hand and dragged Cas through the kitchen. As they passed Kevin the boy was unable to conceal that he was amused by the sight. "Are you gonna teach him a less..." The sentence got cut short. "Shut up." Dean practically barking it out.

Inside Dean's room he let go of Cas' arm. "I'm sorry, but you can't just stroll around naked." He picked up Castiel's clothes from the floor and threw them at him. "Take a shower or whatever and put something on."

Castiel could not understand why Dean was so disturbed and – if he didn't misunderstand – angry about this. He looked down at the clothes in his arms and tried to think of something to say.

A heavy sigh from Dean made him look up again. Dean threw his hands out. "Cas' I, I. We have to keep it a secret. I mean that you slept in here. With me."

Castiel furrowed his brows. "Uh, why?" He had no idea what that had to do with him being naked at the moment and was about to ask when Dean turned to exit the room. "Trust me, it's for the best." The tone of his voice was still somewhat sharp but Cas never got the chance to find out why before Dean had left.

Castiel stared at the closed door. "Why? Why is Dean acting like that?" he thought, remembering the good feeling he got when they were cuddled up in bed together. "I wonder what's wrong." Castiel could feel his lip tremble a little and he worried that he'd start crying. He didn't understand that either.

For a moment he hated those human emotions that popped up like a Jack-in-the-box on a random basis. Anger and fright was easy to understand. The rest of these emotions was just weird.

Castiel decided to take a shower and deal with whatever came along later.

When he came back to the living room Dean was ready to give Kevin a piece of his mind if the boy as much as opened his mouth. Turned out that the stare he threw towards the couch was enough to shut the boy up and made him hurry to pretend he was reading.

Dean went into the kitchen and continued preparing breakfast. He'd woke up next to Castiel this morning with a serious boner in his boxers and it freaked him out a little. The urge to rub himself up against the naked body next to him was overwhelming but he fought it and crawled out of bed without disturbing Castiel.

The memories from the last twenty four hours bothered him greatly. He tried to explain his own lack of judgment to the fact that he's been exhausted and tired.

Dean had several ideas in his head on how he could have handled all of this. When he woke up in the middle of the night wrapped around Cas he'd almost freaked out. He had no idea what had happened. It felt so natural and comfortable but he'd forced those thought away and snuck out of bed.

He'd left the room to get a drink but shortly after he'd gone back to Castiel and crawled under the covers again. That was a mistake. He'd thought he could pretend that he never was out of there but Cas was awake. The vague memory of a quick kiss added to the embarrassment. "How could it have happened?" Dean thought seeing the list of mistakes grow in his mind.

The fact that Castiel had announced that the two of them belonged together was also disturbing. Dean knew that both Sam and Kevin had overheard him and he pondered about how he could do some damage control. Not only would they tease the shit out of him but he didn't want them to encourage Cas either.

Dean knew that he would probably have to talk to Cas about it. He didn't want the former angel to get upset but there was probably no way around it.

He set the table for four hoping that Sam was better. His brother had practically slept the whole time since the trials. Sam hadn't seemed too bad the few times he'd spent out of bed and he'd improved a lot since they came back to the bunker.

When he got the call to pick up Castiel he'd been worried. He wasn't sure he could leave Sam behind with Kevin. Eventually it was Sam himself that had forced Dean to go before he practically passed out.

Dean couldn't hear the shower as he padded towards Sam's room. Castiel was probably getting dressed and Dean wondered if he should deal with the angel first. He had no idea what to say though.

"Dean? What's the matter?" The sound of Castiel's voice made Dean's heart skip a beat. He turned abruptly and was about to throw out a quick comment but the expression on Cas' face made him squirm. The guy was dressed now and he looked perfectly adorable in his new jeans and a way too big t-shirt turned inside out. His blue eyes were wide open and he was clearly bothered by the situation.

Dean had to close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath before he managed to meet those innocent blue orbs again. The words got stuck in his throat. When Cas stepped forward and touched his arm he was about to push the hand away but was unable to.

"You have to teach me how to behave. I don't want to upset you. I love you." There was a slight tremble in Castiel's voice and Dean had to fight the urge to embrace him. Instead he stepped back to avoid Cas' hand. "Don't. Don't touch me. Personal space. You have no clue do you?" The words came out a little more harsh than he intended and Castiel's hand fell down. The guy's eyes started to fill up with tears and Dean had to look away. He felt bad about it but knew he had to establish some distance. "I'll explain later. Breakfast is ready. I'll get Sam."

Sam noticed the gloomy mood in the kitchen as soon as he stepped inside. This was the first time after the trials that he was able to get around unsupported and he'd hoped that someone would notice and comment on it.

Dean had come to get him but Sam had told him that he'd try to get to the kitchen on his own. When he managed he'd hoped to get some kudos but it seemed like everybody was indulged in their own thoughts.

He sat down a little disappointed. "Did someone die?" he asked with a cheerful voice. "Or are you guys just hit by cabin fever?"

Kevin looked up from his plate and let his eyes travel between Dean and Cas before he looked at Sam and then he shrugged his shoulders a little. He gave Sam a humorless smile and concentrated on his food again.

Sam turned to Castiel. He was pushing the food around on his plate with a fork and seemed to be lost in thoughts. Sam turned his eyes towards his brother. Dean was sitting at the end of the table shoving scrambled eggs into his mouth.

"So did you all sleep well?" Again Sam tried to lighten the mood. He gave Dean a bright smile. "Me? I slept like a baby." Dean mumbled something with food in his mouth and Sam chuckled a little. "Didn't get that. You shouldn't talk with your mouth full."

Sam noticed that Cas gave Dean a quick peek before the guy shrunk in his seat and closed his eyes. Something was seriously wrong. Suddenly Sam remembered Castiel's words from last night. He'd been adamant about sleeping in Dean's room. It had obviously not gone according to plan.

Sam was not ready to let this be. If they were going to stay in the bunker together for an extended period of time they had to get along. "Cas? I'm sorry to bring it up, but I told you..." The sound of Dean clearing his throat made Sam shut his mouth and turn to his brother again.

Dean threw him a piercing look and got up from the table. "Shut up, shut the fuck up." He grabbed his plate and practically threw it on the counter before he stomped out of the kitchen.

Sam followed him with his eyes and then he turned back to the others. "Okay. Something happened. Can you guys please fill me in?"

Castiel was still playing with his food and didn't look up. "I think it's my fault. But I don't know what's wrong." There was a sadness to his voice that Sam had never experienced before. Last night Castiel had been almost cheerful in spite of what had happened to him. Now it sounded like he was in mourning.

If Dean had freaked out about Cas coming into his room he'd probably handled it the way Dean handled difficult situations. With anger. Sam decided to have a word with his brother. He finished his food and pushed away from the table. "You guys can clean up. I'll talk to Dean." He didn't wait for confirmation he just left.

Sam didn't knock. He barged into Dean's room and disregarded his brothers protests. He sat down on a chair and folded his arms across his chest. "What did you say to him?" When Dean looked at him puzzled Sam continued. "When he came in here last night. What did you do?"

Dean seemed to be slightly uncomfortable with the question and he sighed heavily. "Nothing, I said nothing." Sam rolled his eyes. "So he slept in here? With you?" Sam had to force down a chuckle knowing that it wouldn't go around well at the moment.

Dean shook his head vigorously. "NO!" He turned away quickly as he uttered the single word. Sam squinted his eyes. He was obviously on the right path to understand Castiel's sadness. He threw out the next question without hesitation. "So where did he sleep?"

Now Dean got up from his bed and started pacing back and forth. "Uh, he, I." He covered his face with his hands and slumped back down on the bed. "Fuck you. I, he. Okay."

When Sam noticed that Dean was blushing he suddenly came to a realization. He tried to meet Dean's eyes. "He did sleep in here and you let him." Sam shook his head. "You let him sleep here in your bed and now you're embarrassed."

Sam could see that Dean was about to burst but he couldn't let this go. "You cuddled up with your angel voluntarily. That's not his fault. At least you have to apologize. And explain yourself."

Dean was quick. Before Sam had a chance to react he was forced up from the chair when Dean grabbed the front of his shirt. With Dean's face inches from his Sam could see the anger in his brother's eyes. "You, you. If you weren't sick I would punch you."

Sam tried to get out of the grip but Dean held on and moved even closer. "I was sleeping. I didn't know what happened. The guy overstepped some boundaries." He let go and pushed Sam back in the chair. "He should apologize to me."

Sam had gotten a little dizzy from the treatment and had to take a moment before he slowly got up from the chair. "So explain it to him in an orderly fashion. Castiel must have misunderstood something. Now he's just confused. And sad," he added with a sigh

When he reached the door he turned slightly. "I could explain it for you if you don't want to do it yourself." Dean was about to charge at him again but stopped short in the middle of the floor. "No, you are not gonna explain a thing. I'll take care of it. Don't even talk to him about it."

"Why did I go back to him?" Dean asked himself as soon as Sam had left. He knew he would probably have to talk to Castiel about it at one point, but he wanted to postpone it for as long as possible.

To avoid joining the others Dean decided to fix up the third bedroom. It had two single beds with a small table between. A chest of drawers on the left from the door was big enough to fit both Kevin's and Castiel's clothes.

He dug out a couple of blankets, sheets and pillows from the closet in the hall and made both beds. Kevin and Cas just had to share a room for the time being. They would probably not mind. Anyway Kevin had pretty much camped on the couch since he came so if he wasn't into sharing he could just sleep there.

When Dean eventually went to the living quarters to get a drink all three of his roommates looked up from what they were doing. Sam was sitting at the table with the laptop while Kevin and Cas was on the couch examining the Angel tablet.

Dean walked passed them and grabbed a beer from the kitchen before he went and picked a book from the library. "I've fixed the beds for you two in the spare room." He threw the words to Kevin and Cas as he passed them before he without waiting for a reply hurried towards his own room again.

Dean closed the door and sat on the bed with his back rested against the headboard. He uncapped the beer and opened the book. He didn't want to think about what was happening at the moment. Not about what was happening outside of the bunker – with the fallen angels – and definitely not about what went on inside.

A quick knock on the door made him look up. He didn't want anybody in there, but before he got a chance to say anything the door opened slowly.

Castiel noticed that both Kevin and Sam looked at him with concern. Their expression told him that they knew more than they let out. Cas was pretty sure that they knew why he was so sad. He would have wanted to ask them about it. The reason he didn't was that Dean had told him not to mention it.

The only thing left was to go to the source. He had to ask Dean directly. Cas didn't want to feel like this. It was like a physical pain in his gut. Where he last evening had a joyful and fluttery feeling he now felt like he'd eaten sharp rocks.

Cas waited till he heard Dean's door close before he got up from the couch. Kevin was sitting behind him so he couldn't see the boys reaction but Sam almost jumped out of his seat. Cas lifted his hand to stop him and Sam shook his head. "Good luck." He whispered throwing a quick peek at Kevin. Castiel just nodded and walked on.

He gave Dean's door a gentle knock and waited what seemed to be an appropriate time before he slowly opened it.

Dean was sitting on the bed and looked somewhat relaxed. His eyes widened slightly and for a moment there was a hint of panic in them. Castiel closed the door and leaned on it. "I'm sorry for whatever I did to upset you. I'm sorry."

Dean bent his head down and shook it. "Cas, I, I. You didn't do anything. It's me. I'm a jerk." Castiel pushed away from the door and started to walk towards Dean. Dean closed his eyes and lifted his hand as if he was about to wave but he just held it there showing Cas his palm. Cas understood that sign. He stopped in the middle of the floor. "There's a feeling in my stomach that I don't like. It makes me sad." He had to clench his teeth in order to compose himself.

Dean scoffed. "Really it's probably the other way around. You're sad and it gives you bad feelings." Cas took a deep breath. "Sorry, but does it matter? I don't want to feel like this."

Dean got up from the bed and approached him. "I see. But there's nothing I can do. You just have to deal with it." He patted Cas' shoulder. "I will pass. Just, I mean if we don't talk about it it will go away."

Castiel couldn't help himself. With Dean so close he grabbed on to the guy's sleeve and leaned his head on his shoulder. "But Dean, we, we. I think if you hold me it will go away." He wasn't quite sure if that was correct but Dean's hand on his shoulder loosened the knot in his gut a little.

A hand came around his waist and Dean tugged him closer. Castiel relaxed into the embrace and soon the fluttery feeling from yesterday was back. "Thank you, Dean." Cas moved his hand up to Dean's jaw and lifted his head to meet his eyes.

It surprised him to see that Dean looked like he was in physical pain. Cas stroke his cheek. "This is good. I love you." As he uttered the words Dean pulled away abruptly. "NO, Cas. This is wrong." He walked over to the nightstand and grabbed the beer bottle. "You have to go."

With his back turned towards Cas Dean took a swig from the bottle. Castiel could hear that he was breathing heavily before he cleared his throat. "Get out of my room." The words came out as a whisper but they hit Cas like a knife to his gut. He walked slowly backwards. "Dean I, we, I love..." He almost choked when Dean interrupted him.

"There's no WE. GET OUT!"