Sam was in his spot at the table with his laptop in front of him and Castiel was propped up against the pillows on the bed, writing away as usual in that damn book when Dean got back with the food. Ever since the Angel had joined them on the road he had been taking at least an hour at night to write down their days activities in that damn diary of his. Cas insisted it was a 'Journal' but Dean refused to associate the damn thing with the same one he carried - Dads was a journal but Cas' was a Diary, the damn thing had a flower the on front!

"A Journal is a Journal, Dean. I fail to see what the cover has to do with the contents, and flowers are pretty!" Cas had snapped at the teasing Hunter a thousand times, scowling every time Dean called it his Girly Diary.

"This is only 'cause Sam let you watch all that teen girl drama, ain't it? I knew that crap warped your brain!" Dean had grumbled when Cas pulled it out that night, relaxing into another hour of writing, but this time the Angel had only glared at him over the top of the thing before setting to work. The elder Winchester had looked to Sam to back him up but the big Moose Man was having nothing to do with it, he had made it clear early on that he was taking no part in the 'domestic disputes of Destiel' - the little bitch had even used that name!

"Grubs up!" Dean called as he walked in the door and set everything down on the table, admiring the way food was the only thing to drag both of the men out of their stupor. Sam packed his laptop away and Cas put the Diary down on the bed, both moving to take the bags but Dean snatched them back quickly, glaring at the men.

"Hands…" Dean asked and watched as both men set to pouting.

"Oh Jesus, Dean!" Sam said, stuffing his hands into his pockets

"We are not children, Dean!" Cas snapped with his arms crossed over his chest. Dean was buying none of it.

"Hands! You were both covered in that ecto crap and I ain't having it all over the place…Go!" Dean snapped and he watched with a grin as both his Brother and his Angel stomped off to the bathroom to wash their grimy hands before dinner.

Dean stood up to collect the paper plates from the duffle bag when he spotted it. The Diary lay on the bed across from him and a sudden curiosity hit him - he wondered what the hell Cas thought about that was important enough to write down every day. The Hunter shook his head at first and got the plates from the bag, trying to ignore the Diary at the corner of his vision as he set the table, but the damn thing kept drawing his eye like some freaky cursed object. He took his seat and pulled a book from Sam's research towards him, staring at the writing on the page but unable to concentrate enough to actually take in what was written there…and the two in the bathroom were taking their damn time. Dean stormed over to the bathroom door and beat his fist on it several times to catch their attention.

"Damn it, are you two showering together or something! Hurry up! I'm freakin' starving to death out here!" Dean yelled through the wood, listening to the commotion from the other side as the pair bickered with one another.

"Cas! Stop…Quit it!"

"Then move over!"

"I am over, you move!

"I've got smaller hands!"

"Yeah, but a big damn mouth!"

"DEAN!"

"Sam! Quit annoying Cas and finish up! Your food is getting cold, and I wanna eat…this century!" Dean snapped at his annoying little Brother, but the door hid the grin that was spreading on his face. It didn't matter how big Sam got, he was still the same Brat Brother that Dean had always knew.

As Dean made his way back to the table the Diary caught his attention again and this time he stopped to stare at it. He chanced a glance back at the bathroom door and from inside he could still hear the water being splashed around…he still had a good five minutes before they were washed and dried…You could learn a lot in five minutes. The Hunters mind was made up and he dove at the bed, snatching up the Diary and lying back against the pillows. He wondered what he would find inside. Details of their lives and hunts, a list of the problems of the human world, general angel business?

…Thousands of little scribbled love hearts with 'Mrs. Castiel Winchester written in them? Dean thought to himself with a chuckle as he tried to open the cover and read the first page.

But for some reason the damn thing wouldn't open. He tugged at it, pulled and even tried to rip at it with his teeth but after several minutes of rolling around the bed huffing and panting he threw it down on the bed with a grunt of frustration. What the Hell had the Angel done to it that kept it locked like that…and what the Hell was he writing that was so secret it needed a lock in the first place?

Dean sat for another minute contemplating the secrets of the Diary when suddenly he heard the water in the bathroom turn off and the door rattle. Hunters instincts took over and he darted back across the room, falling into his chair just as the bathroom door opened and a grinning Sam emerged, drying his hands off on the towel.

"Well I think you look better this way…" Sam was saying and Dean had only a moment to wonder what the Hell his Brother meant when suddenly a soaking wet Angel stormed out of the bathroom and tackled his mountain of a Brother onto the bed, wrestling with him and growling.

"I will smite you into oblivion, Sam Winchester! . ! . !" Cas snapped with each slap onto the Hunters body, struggling as a laughing Dean pulled him off. "AND I HATE YOU!" Cas finished with a growl. The younger Hunter lay on the bed laughing and Dean stared him down.

"Right, that's it Sam! No dessert for you!" Dean smiled as his Brothers face fell and Castiel smirked smugly, sticking his tongue out at the downhearted young Hunter. "And you Cas!" Dean said and the Angel whipped his head around to face him, Sam barking out a laugh and completely missing the small wink Dean sent Cas which made the Angel's face light up again.

There was no way he was really gonna deny the man his pie. Sam on the other hand, well, that Jolly Giant didn't need anymore feeding up.

As the sat down to eat - finally - conversation returned to normal business and while the younger Hunter and the Angel talked about the best spells to use for Banishment Dean's concentration fell away as he noticed the Diary had ended up on the floor during the fight, and once again the Hunter found himself wonder…

What the Hell was the Angel trying to hide from them.