"Cas!?" "CAS!" Dean yelled as he spotted the former angel slumped against a tree outside the bunker.

"Cas, man..." he rushed over to him and helped him to his unsteady legs "dude how long has it been since you slept?"

Castiel shuddered to his feat with the help of Dean and looked up,

"Cas? you okay dude? Cas? Is there something on my face?" Dean asked because Castiel was just gawping at his face.

Castiel had never seen Dean like this before, he always saw his soul shining bright and pure and it had taken him a second to even recognise this man in front of him as the righteous man he pulled from hell. Not being able to see Dean's soul meant he was just looking at his vessel, or body, and...he was breathtaking.

"I...I haven't?" he replied as slumped against Dean, allowing him to support his now fail and achy body. Dean wasn't pushing him away either, or commenting on personal space like he normally did Cas noticed as he allowed himself to fall asleep in the strong, safe, warm embrace of Dean's arms.

Dean looked at the passed out angel...former angel, he was holding up in his arms. He looked thin, and tired. There were lines on his face he didn't recognise. He remembered the times he had fought with Cas, how utterly unmovable his body was, like he was made of steel. Now he was all lose and floppy in his arms. Delicate almost. He sighed and hoisted Cas up into his arms and carried him back inside the bunker.

"Sammy!" he called

"What's u...oh man is that Cas!?" the younger brother rushed forward and helped Dean carry their friend to Dean's room. "What happened?"

"I duno I just found him outside he saw me and basically just collapsed from exhaustion...I feel terrible man...I should have gone and got him, I didn't think it would be this hard for him to adjust to being human. I mean he's Cas right? I thought he would figure it out!"

"That's a lot of stuff to figure out Dean, stuff we've had our whole lives to figure out and we still don't manage to sleep the right amount, eat right..."

"Yeah I guess you're right." Dean sighed. "He's family man, I should have been there for him." Sam clapped his brother on the shoulder, a little surprised to see Dean so upset over this.

"He's going to be alright Dean, dude just probably hasn't slept in like 3 days, let him sleep it off, when he wakes up we'll get him some food, get him some water and get him in the shower because, honestly, he stinks, and he'll be like brand new."

Dean didn't look away from the sleeping former angel passed out on his bed. Before he could stop himself he reached out and pulled a leaf out of Cas's hair gently, stroking his hair as he did. "Uh..!" he coughed getting to his feet. "We should set him up a room. He can stay in my room until he wakes up but I'm not giving up my memory foam. Plus he should have his own space, somewhere to call his own."

"Yeah man, OK" Sam nodded, wondering why Dean was acting so weird. "Let's uh...get him set up in the room next door, that way if he needs anything you're close by and I'm just down the hall."

Dean nodded. Still not taking his eyes off the sleeping man in his bed. He didn't know how this was going to work but he promised himself that he was going to make sure Cas was alright. That he had anything he might need, that he would teach him how to take care of himself, help him with the new emotions he imagined he was going to start experiencing. Cas was his best friend. Cas was family and he needed him. He felt a familiar burning in his chest that normally he only associated with his little brother. A little stunned by his overwhelming feelings to help and take care of his friend he left the room with the door open, just in case, and went about setting up a room for Cas.