*******Ok so this is the first fic I had written and its now been updated. I have had a major upheaval in my life so I hadn't gotten a chance to work on my writing as much as I would have liked. But now that things are starting to even out again I should be updating and publishing much more often. Thank you so much for everyone that had reviewed this, it helped so so much truly. A special shout out to one lovely reviewer that brought my attention to a few small issues in my writing. Thank you very much Flutterby Cupcake. please feel free to continue to review my work and give feedback. You were very kind and your advice was extremely constructive. Its a relatively short chapter but i hope to get back into writing and publishing more often. Without further ado, here is the updated version of this story.*******

"Why do I have to call him? It's not like Cas lives in my ass." Dean exclaimed after Sam recommended he be the one to summon Castiel. Sure, the guy tended to respond to him quicker but that didn't mean he only responded to Dean. And yes, they had a 'more profound bond' according to Castiel but still Dean was getting tired of having to be the one to call Cas. After a while it got a bit old.

Castiel was alerted to Dean's thoughts when he felt his charge's exasperation. He quickly surveyed the situation and came up with an idea. He couldn't help the smirk that passed across his face as he alighted invisibly behind Dean at the perfect moment; what a fantastic opportunity to tease his beloved.

"Hello Dean."

Dean jumped at the gravelly voice behind him and whirled around. He said the first thing to come to his mind, "Cas get outta my ass!" As soon as the words were out of his mouth he froze. That was probably the wrong choice of words.

Castiel tried to prevent a smile from spreading across his face and only barely succeeded. That's not what you said last night, he thought as he stated out loud in his usual low tone, "I was not in your ass Dean."

Dean, not hearing Castiel's thoughts, smirked internally as his own dirty mind went wild with Cas's statement, sent a few explicit images from their heated time the night before toward his angel and thought to him 'Well there was that one time you were....' He could see the confusion on the seraph's face as he processed Dean's lascivious thoughts. 'You said we weren't supposed to talk about that' he responded quickly

Castiel had been ecstatic when Dean had reciprocated his feelings but afterwards Dean had mandated that their relationship be kept 'on the down low.' He hadn't given a time limit to the secrecy but had kept it open-ended. Castiel hoped that Dean came to a better decision soon; he was tired of acting removed from his lover.

'We aren't Cas. I was just messing with you man.' Dean responded with a small smile. Castiel nodded and looked around at Bobby and Sam before turning back to Dean. All this had occurred in a matter of only seconds.

"What did you require?"

Sam cut in explaining their latest hunt and asked Castiel if he had any information that would be helpful. After denying any knowledge that could be of use, he decided to retreat to his haven until Dean had need for him again.

With a soft flapping of wings, Castiel alighted on his favorite peak of the Himalayas. As Castiel sat down, unafected by the cold, on the untouched snowfall he pondered on his relationship with Dean. The man was tough. Afraid of commitment, abandonment issues out the ass, an inferiority complex the size of the Chrysler building, and a sense of duty and responsibility that'll get him killed someday...again. But even with all that Dean was one of the most compassionate, caring, and blindly loving beings the angel had ever encountered. (Although that number wasn't very high to begin with.) His hope for humanity and his sense of right and wrong kept Dean's soul as pure and bright as possible even with all the darkness that had touched him.

When Castiel had been charged with retrieving Dean from the Pit he had worried that after so much time, Dean's soul would be faltering and dingy. But upon seeing it shining through the pain and evil that singed and dirtied even Castiel's wings, he understood why this man was necessary to the salvation of Earth. If a measly human's soul could overcome trials and actions that broke down the physical manifestation of an angel's grace just by proximity, then this human was something truly phenomenal.

Castiel turned these thoughts around and around in his head. Playing with them like a cat with a ball of string. The thoughts had just started to spiral out of control, overwhelming Castiel, when he heard it; 'Cas can you come down here please?' It was Dean, and like always Castiel responded promptly to his charge.