Another run down hotel, in another God forsaken, back water state. Dean was trying his damnest to sleep, but that bloody angel was just sitting there, staring at him. It was dark, but Dean could tell that the angel was staring, the angel was always bloody staring! Dean turned over, and humphed. Stupid, blue eyed, pretty boy angel.
An hour later, and Dean still hadn't fallen asleep. He sat up in bed, and starred at where he assumed the angel's eyes to be...his mind started to drift, and before he knew it, his mouth was opening of it's own accord.
'Hey Cas...'
'Yes, Dean?' the angel replied instantly.
'...Do you have a Halo?' Dean semi-muttered.
'What?' the angel questioned, sounding genuinely confused.
'You know...a...uh...glowy sort of...crown? That floats...above your...head...' Dean finished lamely...damnit, why do I let him stay in the same room as me!
'Why would I have a..."halo", Dean?' the angel asked, in that stupid gravely way of his.
'Well...you have wings...' Dean answered, carefully.
'I have wings, so that I can fly. What use would a..."floaty crown" be of, to me?' the angel scoffed.
'Angels in drawings have Halos!' Dean knew he was trying to defend his original question now, and he also knew it was a losing battle...why did I have to open my stupid mouth?
'Ah. You humans, and your cave drawings.' the angel said, knowingly.
'Whatever, dude. I'm going to sleep, so you can just sit there...all creepy stalker, if you want!' Dean shot back. Why does he always have to make me feel like such an idiot?
A few minutes passed, in silence. Then the gravely voiced angel broke it, by saying 'Dean...'
Dean sighed, but answered his angelic friend, 'Yea, what is it, Cas?'
'Would you like me to play some soothing music for you, on my angelic harp?' Dean could practically hear the smirk in the angels voice, as he said it.
A pillow connected with Castiel's head, as he quietly chuckled at his human companion.
Stupid angel.