Just a day at the beach where Cas is Cas and Dean is having many weird Cas moments. Destiel. Two shot: Fluff & Smut. human!Cas, top!Cas. Prompt by mishahoe.

For Winky aka mishahoe (tumblr). One part fluff, one part smut – in character (I hope) and no sadness. I couldn't remember if you said top!Cas or top!Dean so live with it (top!Cas). I can always add a top!Dean alternate chapter if it is requested.

Warnings: Awkward fluff and gay gay gay sex.

The canon does not line up but I do not think you care.

PS- I love you girl! Have fun on your long ass flight home!

"Sammy! Cas! I got the beer and burgers. Let's go see if we can't cook up some grub!" Dean jogged down the stairs of the bunker to see where the other men were. He had a full bag of charcoal in the trunk and a full tank to make it to the park where they saw the free-for-all grills. He was ready for his day off. "Hey! Come on let's go! I got cheese in the car and it ain't gonna wait for you to put your make-up on!"

The longer they took to respond the more his gut was telling him something was wrong. "Guys!"

"Dean." Cas scared the shit out of him yet again, appearing from nowhere like the sneaky bastard he was. They really did need to get him that collar with a bell on it.

"Jesus Cas."

Cas just tilted his head in that total dork kind of way. "Sam is not going."

"Not going? What do you mean not going? It's BBQ day."

"I am aware. He told me to send you his apologies and wished us to enjoy ourselves."

"Well where the hell did he go?"

"He is in his room but he is not feeling well."

"Alright." He sighed, slightly disappointed that the hype of BBQ day was killed by his sick little brother. If Dean got sick because of him he was so going to milk the hell out of it. Pie every day dammit. "Guess it's just you and me. Go wait in the car. I'll be up in a sec." Cas nodded and started up the stairs towards the Impala. "Wait."

"Yes Dean?"

"Go change man. It's like 80 out. You'll roast in that monkey suit. Go borrow some clothes from my room."

"Okay." Cas looked down at his clothes, nodded, and walked back towards Dean's room to look for something more suitable for the hot weather. In the time it took him to find a pair of cargo shorts and one of Dean's old band t-shirts Dean had checked in on Sam and was waiting out by the car already.

"Looking good Cas!" Dean laughed when he said it because it was a joke. But at the same time…it wasn't untrue.

Usually the little dork was hidden in layers of suit and flowing coat and while Dean could say -in a totally straight way- that the look suited Cas, he was also hiding quite the body. Not that he was looking at his body. It was just hard not to notice those biceps and calf muscles when they were so out in the open. It had to have been his angel mojo carrying over. It wasn't like the twerp worked out or anything. Well he never slept as an angel…maybe he did sit-ups or pushups or lifted weights or yoga or…whoa! Dean was so not picturing that.

"Dean?" Cas cocked his head to the side when he didn't move out of the way of the passenger's side door. "Is something wrong?"

"Nope. Nothing at all. Let's go." Dean jogged back around to his door and shook his head. Just another weird moment with Cas. Nothing special. Happens all the time. Just keep your eyes on the road.

Of course Dean didn't keep his eyes continuously on the road because Cas was poking around the bag of food with the oddest expression on his face. It only took him a few minutes to ask: "Why does the coleslaw have pineapples in it?"

"I don't know. Fruit and soggy green stuff? Not mine. I got it for Sammy. I just grabbed the first one I saw."

"Why is every slice of cheese wrapped in plastic?" Cas was lifting a slice, inspecting it with the most intent curiosity. "It seems…wasteful."

"To make it easier? I don't know. You need to get out some time. Go grocery shopping or something."

"That did not go well the first time." Cas frowned but didn't explain what he meant by 'first time'.

"What are you talking about?"

"I can do it again."

That wasn't really an answer but they were almost there anyway.

It was a freak-of-nature kind of hot day so the park was pretty full of people. Still, they were able to park and Cas grabbed the food while Dean grabbed the stuff for the fire and they found an open grill near the beach with an open picnic table.

Cas pretty much just sat and watched while Dean grabbed a beer and threw the fire together. He really needed to get him a book or something. All that staring was bound to creep someone out one day. Well, that would be if he was fixated on someone other than Dean. He tended to look at him a lot. Just a tad creepy.

"Alright Cas, how many?" Dean gestured to the raw burgers in his hand. "And I'm not making hundreds. There's hotdogs too."

"How many are you having?"

"Two burgers and a dog!"

"I'll have the same."

"Okay." Dean threw the patties on the grill and threw a not-really-cold one over at Cas who fumbled until he caught it in his hands. He stared at the beverage for a few seconds before twisting it open like he saw Dean do it, using his shirt to avoid the scratches from the bottle cap. Dean smiled to himself as Cas took his tentative first sip and continued to cook and watch the people surrounding them running and laughing and enjoying the nice day.

When the meat was near done Dean asked Cas for the cheese, also asking if he wanted any on his burger. Of course the answer was yes –who doesn't like cheese?- so Cas walked over with a stack to hand them over. Dean just rolled his eyes when he handed Dean a piece with the plastic still on and silently made a show of taking it off so Cas would understand, stuffing the plastic into Cas' pocket so he would have to carry it. Cas watched with his eyes furrowed until he jumped from Dean's fingers brushing inside his front pocket. The kid really was jumpy.

Cas started handing him the uncovered cheese slices and he finished up grilling, throwing the finished masterpieces on buns and rummaged around for the ketchup packets he stole from the earlier Micky D's trip. He threw Cas a couple and he watched again, mimicking Dean as he ripped a few open -only managing to spill one out all over his hand. Then Dean lost himself in that first bite, moaning out loud at how good he was at making these burgers. They always tasted better over a grill.

But then the angel mimicked him again and he was sputtering on his bite as Cas too moaned out loud, his moan taking on a much more sensual tone. Maybe he was just imagining that. Maybe it only sounded sensual because Cas never moaned. Not that he knew of. Or wanted to know of. No. Cas never moaned and that's why he twitched at the sound.

Dean was just shocked at which part of him twitched.

"So Cas…" It was time to get him talking so no other moan would come out of that mouth. "What's up?"

"Up. You have asked me this before. This is not literal correct?"

"What's going on? With you? How's life?"

Cas stared at the center of his burger like the pink in the middle was more interesting than the cheese had been. Did he have like a food fetish or something? "Confusing."

Dean ignored the food fetish question, though Cas really was not looking away. "Okay. I'll bite. Why?"

"Your burger? You already are. You will bite what else?"

Dean blinked in double time when Cas moved his head to the side and exposed his neck -the word bite repeating over and over in his head until he forcibly shook it out. "What's confusing?"

"Being human."

Dean huffed at the former almighty, "Wasn't it your job to watch humans or something?"

"I was not allowed interaction. I was allowed to observe. You observe the ants on the ground but if you became one you would not know what to do." Dean decided to use his better judgment and take another bite instead of pointing out the insult. "I have many questions."

"Well…we got time. Ask away."

Cas looked at him for a few minutes to the point where it started to get creepy again. He was just about to ask the dude if he was okay when apparently he thought of one. A weird one. "The other day when we were running I felt fine for a certain amount of time, you and Sam had run ahead, but then I felt an intense amount of pain. Then it went away." He pointed to the side of his stomach. "What was that?"

It wasn't the question he was expecting. Not that he knew what kind of questions an angel-turned-human would have. Plus Cas had been human for a while, figuring out the ABCs on his own (thank god, toilet training- no thank you!). So, this question had him chuckling.

"A cramp Cas. You didn't stretch right." Not that he could stretch in an impromptu run like that. It wasn't a run to or from monsters or anything. Actually it was just a race around the block to see who was cleaning dishes back at the bunker. Cas was up to his chest in bubbles because he put too much soap in when he lost. The bubbles stuck to his face and it was actually pretty cute –uh or funny- dorky! Yes, it was dorky. The little dork.

"You are meant to stretch?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know how. Will you show me?"

"Uh- that's not really…maybe Sam or…I mean I could but guys don't really…well sure. Sure I can show you I guess." That wouldn't be weird right? One guy showing another guy how to not get running cramps? Didn't sound wrong at all. Plus it would be practical. On hunts they didn't want Cas stopping for a break. If he went on hunts. It hadn't always worked out in the past. But yes! Practical!

Cas nodded before finishing off his first burger and diving into his second. Dean realized he was behind and shoved a pretty big bite into his mouth filling his cheeks. He saw Cas look up at him and back at his burger, his mouth widening to inappropriate proportions as he bit down a large chuck. It was kind of funny, the way he looked with his mouth so full that his eyes were squinting even more than normal. Dean bit down a laugh as he watched him chew through that mess and swallow as best as he could. It didn't quite go so well. He bit off more than he could chew and ended up in a coughing fit by the end.

Dean chuckled and shoved his beer into his hands telling him to drink and Cas did as he said, his face starting to lose its red blush from the lack of air. "What's with the monkey-see monkey-do?"

"What monkeys? I see no monkeys."

"Never mind copy cat." He waited until Cas was done looking for monkeys and cats to explain. "Just quit copying me or you'll choke to death, alright?"

Cas nodded as he took another swig from his beer and dipped back into his burger, looking over Dean's shoulder. "What are they doing?"

Dean looked over to see what he was pointing at. "The kids?" Cas nodded. "Building a sand castle."

"That doesn't make any sense. Why would they build a castle out of sand? It would not have very good defenses."

Dean just shook his head without answering and instead let Cas ask another question, after another, after another. They jumped around a lot from questions about how humans fell asleep to how airplanes worked (to which Dean gave a big I don't know, it's not natural, and I'll never get on one of those fucking things again!). That conversation somehow cut to Cas asking, "Where do dreams come from?"

"Um…your head? Or subconscious or something. I don't know. Why? Haven't you had them before?"

"I haven't had need to sleep before."

"Why you ask?"

"I had an…interesting dream. I know you have had interesting dreams. I wanted to know its reasoning."

"What like a nightmare?"

"Nooo. Not like a nightmare."

Dean smirked and nodded thinking of an interesting dream he had on a night with too many candy bars before bed. "I had one once where I was fighting this demon fish and I could breathe under water. I was like Aqua man only cool and without the tights. Then it turned into Izabel Goulart."

"No, I don't think like that either. Though I did wake up…" He gestured down. "Damp. Is that normal?"

"Whoa- um- yeah- I mean." Dean chuckled uncomfortably and snapped his head down towards the hot dog Cas was shoving too far back into his mouth, having no trouble wrapping his lips around it and biting off a larger chunk than necessary. All he could keep thinking over and over was: Cas had a wet dream. Cas had a wet dream and he's talking about it. Cas. Cas!

It wasn't exactly inappropriate to ask a dude what it was about but usually guys just said the hot chick that was in it. It just felt awkward to ask the most innocent 'adult' on the planet what/who he dreamed about. He was really starting to wonder what it could have been about. Probably him and some chick doing it pizza man style since that was the only porno he watched. What would he look like in one of those delivery boy outfits? Probably too small on his-

"Dean?"

"Let's go swimming!" He blurted out the first thing he thought, jumping up and crushing that really weird train of thought in his mind. Actually, swimming didn't sound like such a bad idea. The sun was hot and it was only getting hotter. "Screw the thirty minute rule."

"Thirty minute rule?"

"Don't worry about it Cas."

Dean chucked off his shirt and threw it over the bench, his shoes and socks following as Cas stood up and awkwardly played with the hem of his shirt. "I don't have clothes to swim in."

"I don't have a suit either. Just wear your shorts."

"A suit? I have one of those."

"Not the same kind of suit."

"Oh."

Cas chucked off his shirt and put it next to Dean's and used the table for balance as his shoes came off next. His socks were neatly folded and also put onto the bench. Dean watched him with his own eyebrows pinched, a mimic of Cas' usual expression, wondering not only why he was folding his socks but also how he could get to be so tan. Seriously, for someone always covered he had full body coverage. Did he go tanning? Angels didn't go tanning. Maybe it was natural. And maybe Dean really needed to stop thinking about it.

"Come on." He led the way to the water and walked in until his waist was covered and no one could see it. For no reason in particular other than he needed to cool down, of course. Not his groin in particular just…just…it worked out well. Sure. That.

Cas started walking in after him but scurried away only a few feet in until he was back on dry land. "What?" Dean gestured for him to come again.

"Something touched me." He started to pat at his ankle. "It didn't feel right."

"That's just seaweed."

"But we are nowhere near the sea."

"It's not- it's the same thing. Just come out here." He saw Cas pull a face and he gave him a hard glare. "I am not carrying you. So man up and move your ass Cas." Cas frowned at the water but walked in anyway, his face quickly smooshing back to one of disgust when he passed through the plants and kept it in that mashed up way until he reached Dean. "See, there you go! You're not dead are you?"

"They won't get off." Cas started kicking his feet around in the water, his arms flailing out awkwardly, until he fell back, straight to the bottom of the lake, officially splashing Dean with his thrashing feet.

Dean was laughing as he reached in and pulled him back up and laughed harder when Cas appeared with a piece of seaweed laying over his hair and dangling in front of his face. He slapped it away and glared at Dean who was doubled over. He then slapped the water and sent a wave hitting Dean square in the face.

Dean stopped laughing, spitting out the odd tasting water, and slapped a hand down on the surface sending another wave back at him. Cas smirked and raised his hand to splash him again but Dean jumped forward and wrapped both arms around him and pulled him down into the water. He ignored the sudden unexplainable thrill he got from their bodies sliding against each other because it was just adrenaline and that was all. The thrill of the fight!

Cas struggled a bit but Dean swam away before he could resurface on his own. Cas started walking after him but Dean swam out further and Cas ran out of space to walk.

"What's the matter? You chicken?"

"I am in the fact that I cannot swim."

"You can't swim?"

"I don't actually know."

Dean rolled his eyes at the stare Cas had for the surface of the water and swam back over -like a champ even if he didn't go swimming all that often- wondering how Cas could know chickens couldn't swim and yet know nothing about humans. Food fetish. "Well the last time I saw you walking into a lake didn't go so well. So you want me to teach you or you wanna get out?"

"Can't we just stay here? Standing. On sand and rock. And probably some glass. Should we be wearing shoes?"

"You'll be fine. You're human you gotta learn. Just try floating."

Cas' eyebrows shot up comically high, "How?"

"Just-" Dean shoved his chest and sent him falling back into the water, quickly followed by his hands pulling his body up to the surface. "Quit your squirming. Just float."

"I don't think I-"

"Just relax and float. It's not hard."

It took a couple tries and a bit of encouragement, the not-yelling kind, from Dean but Cas did get to floating on his back without Dean's hands there to assist him. "See you're halfway there! Just move the rest of you and stay above water."

That was followed by the usual intro to swimming moves.

Watching Cas doggy paddle…it was some kind of interesting. His head was bobbing along and his butt sticking out of the water. Not that he noticed his butt.

Dean was caught permanently shaking his head at how ridiculous he looked, especially with that proud smile on his face. The next step for him was getting to water that actually didn't touch his feet, no matter how much he stretched and pointed his toes.

"Come on."

"Do we have to? There is no life guard."

"Yes. Now come on. I won't let you drown. Look at the little kids. They're doing it." Dean finally just rolled his eyes and grabbed both of Cas' hands and started walking him back. "All you have to do is kick." Cas allowed himself to be led out and did as he was told until he was treading water and Dean reluctantly let go of his hands to let him do it by himself. He was only reluctant because it would have been easy to pull him under with his hands clasped like that. Of course. "Awesome!"

"Am I doing it right?"

"Yeah Cas. You're a regular Michael Phelps."

"I don't know who that is."

"Just swim back to where you can stand." Cas did as he was told and stood when he could, turning and giving Dean a smile that took up half his face. "Good." Dean joined him. "Now I won't feel bad about doing this." He jumped on Cas for a second time and tackled him under the water only this time he spun him and held Cas' back to his chest with his arms hugged tight to his body. In no way did he notice how hard Cas' body was straining against him or how the muscles in his back reminded him of angel wings.

"Dean-"

Dean dunked him under again as Cas kept up his struggles.

"Dean could you-"

Dean did it again to the other side, smiling at the back of his head.

"Dean!"

Dean did it again laughing this time as he felt the former angel start to chuckle in his arms all while trying not to let Dean know he was laughing.

"Dean you need to-" Cas actually laughed this time, cutting him off instead of Dean dunking him. Dean smiled wider into the back of Cas' wet hair, breathing in the drops that feel from the strands, laughing so hard his grip was starting to fail. He never heard Cas laugh. It was much higher in pitch than he expected.

"Say Uncle."

"Why would I say that?" Cas' laughs were cut off by Dean dunking him under again.

"Say it."

"Dean-"

He was dunked under again and coughed from laughing water into his mouth. "Un-"

Dean dunked him under just one last time.

"Uncle! I don't understand but I'm saying it! Uncle!"

Dean let him go and he spun on the spot throwing his body into Dean who just stood as the little dude impacted with him and ended up hanging off his shoulders. He kept trying to pull down but Dean just shrugged in the ridiculous half-hug.

"You're gonna pull a muscle if you keep trying."

"That would be because you didn't show me how to stretch yet. Why won't you move?"

"You're not stronger than me anymore. No more hulk powers for you." Cas still tried and his hands were slipping from the water so Dean just gripped his sides and lifted him back to a standing position.

He meant to grab the little guy up and toss him away but instead his hands just lingered there. Cas still had him in that semi-hug and now it was practically complete with Dean's hands on him. His eyes darted down after a moment of awkward silence and he dropped his hands quick like he had been touching hot coal on the grill and looked to Cas to see if he noticed. He was just fixated on him now, his blue eyes darting over his chest and arms.

"Uh Cas…personal space."

"Right sorry." Cas dropped his arms and stepped away but his eyes did not leave Dean's body.

"Dude, you're making me feel naked here."

"You are naked there."

"Not what I meant. What are you staring at?"

"My hands, on your arms. The scars have faded."

"Yeah- well-" Dean threw his hands across his chest, actually feeling exposed now.

"The first time I touched you." Cas ignored Dean's flinch and placed his hand over the exact imprint on his arm. "It seems like such a short time ago. Also long."

Dean just let him touch him there, remembering the feel of his body leaving that pit forever. It had taken awhile for the memories to come back, sorting through the deep dark was hard. But he could eventually put a face to the being that gripped him tight and raised him from Hell. It seemed so odd now that his eyes weren't glowing a piercing white.

And now he was staring. He was staring and Cas was staring back. Suddenly he remembered they were both half naked and Cas was touching him and oh no, Cas just licked his lips and now he was looking at his lips. This was so weird. This was a weird Cas moment times ten. He should look up. Look up. Look up!

His body was not listening and they were past the point of the initial move away moment. He couldn't just move or that would be awkward.

For a split second he managed to flit his eyes up to Cas' only to see him intently staring up at him under thick black eyelashes.

Thick? Why was he noticing Cas' eyelashes were thick? He didn't even know eyelashes could be thick!

And why were they getting closer?

Water fell on both their faces and allowed Dean to pull away from the apparent gravity Cas' face had. He squinted his brow at him but he knew he didn't splash him. That's when the rain really started to pour in heavy sheets of white. Since when was it cloudy? He hadn't noticed.

"Should we go back on land?" Cas asked looking up at the sky, blinking a thousand times as raindrops fell in his eyes, his hand still on Dean.

"It's just rain you big baby." That's when the thunder cracked and a shot of lighting flashed in the distance. "Alright yeah." Dean nodded and walked them both to the edge of the lake refusing to glance back when Cas stopped to remove the new build-up of seaweed around his ankles. Instead he ran straight through to save the food and their clothes. It was pointless of course. The sheets of rain had soaked everything through.

Dean ran all the way to the Impala, debating for a few seconds if he should get in her soaking wet but another crack of thunder went off and he decided he had to. Instead of jumping in the front he just started her up and cranked on the air and jumped in the back, gesturing for Cas to do the same when he reached him.

"Why are we in the back seat?"

"I don't want to ruin the front. Well the back either but not a lot of options here. Unless you want me driving out and free."

"What?"

"Commando. In el nudeo. Seriously you don't understand anything do you?" Cas looked down at his hands holding each other near the seat and Dean frowned having hurt the little guy's feelings. Oh well. He knew what he meant. "So Cas, what do you wanna do? I have the heat on high but till I'm fluffly, I ain't driving."

"Are you fluffy often Dean?"

"Are you trying to make a joke?" Dean smiled at him coyly until Cas broke out in a small smile of his own. Damn that tiny smile. The chicks would go crazy for it, he was sure. If Cas ever went for the chicks. "So, I have a deck of cards in the glove box probably. Or hang on-" He stuck his hands under the seat and patted around until he pulled up what he thought would be the deck on his floor. Instead he picked up a small bottle filled with something that made him suddenly feel very awkward. "Oh that's not um…that's just-"

"Lubricant." Cas provided the painfully obvious answer as he took the bottle from him.

"Yeah well it's the back seat and…" Why was Cas looking so intently at that bottle? He looked very interested and did he just? Did he just smell that? What the hell was he- oh no. And there were the thoughts of Cas holding a bottle of lube naked. Dean had to look down and see the soaking wet shorts hugging his body to believe they were there. "How bout them cards?" He was a bit over enthusiastic when he asked and reached for the glove box quick, searching around for the deck that probably had more than a few missing. Beer was the next step and he cracked them both one open with the warning to not spill it on the seat.

"So what'll it be Cas? Rummy, Crazy 8s, War, Go-fish?"

"Those are card games." Dean nodded along with wide eyes as if Cas were a child. Well…kinda was. "I don't know how to play any of them."

"Alright how about War then? No need to think, just flip." Cas nodded as Dean shuffled and passed half the deck over.

"Are these all my cards?" Cas asked while starting to fan them out in front of him.

"Yeah but don't look at them. Don't let me see them either. Here-" Dean dropped his half down and reached for Cas' hands helping him put his beer between his legs and bring all the cards back together. Cas just watched him curiously as he balanced the deck in his palm, Dean' holding his other hand just to show him that he needed to flip the cards. Really all the contact wasn't needed and Dean noticed after his thumb started doing a weird pattern on the underside of the other man's wrist. He flinched back straight away and gave the hurried, "Just flip the first card every time I do. Don't look at the rest.", before bringing his hands back in and taking a very long gulp.

What was with the horny meter going off the charts today? When was the last time he got laid? Seriously it had to be weeks…months…wow it was months. No fucking wonder. Still there was no excuse to be looking at Cas as he flexed and squinted and stretched out that neck and oh there were his nipples right there. Kind of weird –guy nipples. Were they really all that different? And that chest of his wasn't too bad. Abs either. Dean could appreciate a good pair of abs. He had that v-thing too that guys got when they worked out a lot. He would have to ask him if he did. And holy shit he was staring. He was staring and Cas was staring back and they were back to staring. Why so much staring?

"Ready?" Dean's voice cracked and he shook his head and lowered it back down, overcompensating and reaching a pitch he usually associated with Cas. "Ready, set, flip your card." They both did and Dean growled at his ace and Cas' queen before shifting that to a smirk and saying. "Aces are high I win."

"What do you mean high?"

"It's, oh you'll get it. I just get the cards okay?"

"Okay."

Cas still looked very confused but listened to Dean and they played till the deck was gone out of Dean's hand. Apparently Cas was just lucky. When Dean told him he won it was the best/worst moment. Cas looked so proud as he raised his arms in the air actually calling out 'yay'. Then he adjusted himself on the seat so he was more relaxed and his back was against the door. Dean felt a sense of pride for getting him to conform that way. It was always good to see Cas without the stick up his ass worrying about heaven or the angels or anything.

"Let's play again." Cas said as he handed the deck back for Dean to shuffle. The storm was still raging outside and it didn't seem like it would let up anytime soon. It was nice and relaxing and they drank and played to the sounds of Mother Nature. Dean was just glad Cas wasn't frightened by thunder storms. That would be one awkward thing. Sam used to be when he was a kid and Dean would go and hug him and pet his hair. He didn't think Cas would go for the same kind of thing.

After a few more games of War and Dean's attempt to teach him Go-fish, very hard to do without cheating, Dean decided to call it quits. His stomach was aching for food and he was not going to eat that coleslaw or those soggy buns. No, he had his name on a pizza in the fridge back at the bunker.

"Alright Cas, I think that's as dry as we're getting. A few more games and we can leave. I just want to wait the beer out." He had three bottles and a bit of Cas' second. "I mean I'm not drunk or anything but I wouldn't risk my Baby getting scratches." He pat the back of his seat affectionately.

"Yes that would be unfortunate. "

Cas pouted though Dean wasn't really sure why. He didn't do anything to offend him…did he? It was always hard to tell with him. He decided to add on, "You either baby."

"Did you just call me baby?"

Oh god. As a joke! Oh hell. Um. "No." Baby?! He was not drunk! What the hell was that?! That felt like a slip up. But why would it be a slip up. It wasn't like he wasn't trying to call him baby 24/7 and just slipped up. He had no intention of calling him baby in the first place! How the hell was he- what did he say to- oh son of a bitch! "I was uh-uh-uh talking to the car. The car. My baby."

Cas looked at him with his head tilted in that usual way but it just made Dean's blush worse. Oh god he was blushing. "No you weren't."

"Yeah I-"

"Baby is a term of endearment used between those that are involved in a romantic relationship correct?"

Dean swallowed at the factual tone coming off his friend -the undertone of which he swore was laced with some anger if he wasn't wrong. "Yeah but-"

"Do you not have romantic interest in me?"

Dean's eyes bugged and his body literally jumped, "Wha-"

"Have you not been staring at me all day?"

"Cas-"

"Have you not been daydreaming about touching me all day? In fact if memory serves me, before today as well. Am I correct?"

How could he- but he wasn't- and he made himself stop every time and- what the fuck was going on?! "I don't know what you're-"

"Yes you do." There was that tone of voice again. The voice that shook Dean's core because it was the pure power that coursed through Cas coming out of that deep baritone. It was his- I fell for you, I did it all for you -voice that still gave Dean chills. It definitely shut him up even if he didn't have the mojo to back it up. "I've been watching you for a very long time Dean Winchester. I was an Angel of the Lord. I had many powers and I could see many things. I always knew when you thought about me. What you dreamed about." Oh shit, shit, shit. Not good. "What you daydreamed about. Other recreational activities that required vivid images of you and I. I did not always understand as I was. But now in this form with no celestial powers, I do. I am human and I feel. I know what you want Dean. And I want you too."

Son of a holy mother fucker!