A warm summer breeze swept across the high branches of the trees; gently cooling down the occupant of one of the thicker branches. The dark haired angel closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, taking in the sweet scent of summer. Keeping his eyes closed he listened. He loved to feel at one with nature by allowing his mind to be overrun with all of the senses it provides: the warm kiss of the sun on your face comforted by the shade of the trees and the wind, accompanied by the smell of dry grass, summer blossoms, and bark. He could hear cicadas chirping softly in the distance and leaves rustled against the wind. Gravel crunched under tires as a car drove up the dirt path. Castiel opened his eyes to see the black, '67 Impala, park in front of the bunker. It's only occupant, Dean, stepped out and closed the door with gentle force. Dean spotted Castiel in the tree and gave him a bewildered look.

"Cas, what are you doing in a tree?" Dean asked, sauntering up to the towering topiary.

"Sam was reading and I did not wish to disturb him so I came out here to enjoy the senses of nature." Cas stated plainly. Dean gave a breathy laugh.

"Mind if I join you, Mr. 'One-With-Nature'?" He chuckled, amused with himself.

"Not at all," Cas gave a nod.

"Well you come down here then. I am not climbing a tree."

Cas nodded again and swung his leg over the branch so he was facing a lower one. Stepping down he carefully guided his foot to the next branch. From that branch he sat back down and allowed himself to slide off. Hitting the ground he stumbled, running into Dean who held his hand out for support. Cas fell, catching himself on his hands and knees, but took Dean down with him. Dean landed less gracefully on his butt. He laughed at how clumsy Cas was. Cas furrowed his eye brows as he sat back and folded his legs. Dean took the opportunity to scoot over and lay his head in Cas's lap. Cas looked at him confused but said nothing when Dean shot him a grin.

Both men took in a deep breath, becoming relaxed in their warm, summer background. Dean closed his eyes, glad to have a nice place to relax after a hunt. A smile spread across his face slowly as cool fingers gently played with his hair. Cas looked down at Dean with a smile only Dean ever saw. Neither men would admit it, but they loved moments like these. Opening his eyes, Dean looked up into Cas' deep blue orbs, his smile only growing. He wordlessly put his hand up and Cas grabbed it at the finger tips, not being able to grasp it properly from the angle, but this was enough.

"Dean," Cas breathed.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too," Dean curled Cas' fingers into his palm affectionately.

Using his elbows to prop himself up Dean pressed a kiss onto Castiel's pink, chapped lips. Cas smiled into the kiss. They moved their lips together gently allowing the kiss to stay chaste a loving. Dean sat up properly and turned his hand around to interlace his and Cas' fingers. He rested his forehead against Castiel's, staring into his favourite pair of blue eyes. He tenderly pecked Cas' lips again and again. He loved those soft lips so much; almost as much as he loved feeling the angel's hand in his. With that hand in his he would go anywhere. Castiel was such a big part of his life now.

"I just can't help loving you," Dean whispered.

Castiel gave Dean a grin; the grin meant only for Dean. The influence he had on him was tremendous. Castiel had never imagined taking on such human folly as he did when he was around Dean. The sound of his voice, the touch of his skin, the sight of him, and his smell; those had become Cas' new favourite senses. No matter what Dean was always at the back of his mind. He had become Castiel's world.

"Neither can I help falling in love with you," Cas said, leaning in and giving Dean a kiss.