"Cas! Cas! Castiel, where are you?!" screamed Dean drunkenly stumbling out of a shabby motel room. His 'date' had left him $400 short, and feeling more useless than ever. A couple peered out their window at him for a moment before slamming the curtains shut; Dean just brushed them off and sent them a beautiful image of his middle finger. "'Cas..." he cried, "I need you". He pulled out his mobile and sloppily text out an address, seconds later Cas appeared.

"Dean?" questioned Cas, picking him up off the street.

"Damn it, Cas. Don't do that, you're going to be the cause of my heart attack… and that hot nurse in Illinois promised me it would be the bacon cheeseburgers."

Castiel's head fell to the left a little, "Dean, what do you need me here for?"

Immediately Dean stood up, smoothed out his jacket, and cleared his throat. He always admired the way Cas tilted his head when he was curious. It was just one of many things that Dean had begun to notice about Cas since Sam had left, along with his alluring dark eyes, and messy dark hair. That Angel could really fill out a trench coat. Dean knew that he was physically seeing Jimmy and not Cas, but something about the way that Angel wore his meat suit really got into Deans head.

"Uhm, nothing… Sam's on some kind of psychic-head-clearing mission he said he needed to do alone… so, do you want to get a beer?"