AU: I own nothing, because tbh I couldn't have created so many handsome guys. And lets face it if I owned the cast, and therefore Jensen Ackles, I wouldn't be writing this...i'd be taking pictures ;)

Dean couldn't understand how Sam could be so friendly with Cas. They were talking like nothing had happened, like Cas hadn't told him the nightmarish tales of what he had done without a soul. He knew; Cas knew that it could break Sam, it could kill him and Sam knew it too. How could they be laughing with each other? Part of Dean wanted to grab that feathery dick and punch his permanent confused expression off his face. Then again if Dean thought about it for long enough he knew Cas wasn't to blame, anybody could have told Sammy. It was probably better coming for Cas, although he didn't exactly understand the concept of breaking the news gently to someone, his tale would probably had been more caring and significantly less detailed. Cas had always helped them. Dean made a mental note to show his appreciation more.

Why was he still angry at Cas then, he didn't understand it, he had nothing to hate him for, not that he knew about anyway. So why did he still want to slam him against the wall? He shook his head, getting rid of the feeling and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Resting his foot upon the other he laid back and listened to the distant sound of the buzzing TV. There was some sort of cop show, NCIS or something, it didn't really matter, in Dean's mind they were all the same. Plus he wasn't really watching it. He was watching Sammy, maybe he was being stupid but he just expected him to break open and go up in flames. Every time Sam moved Dean winced a little expecting it to be his last movement. Why had he let Sam say yes? He groaned loudly and was met by a confused stare from the other two men.

"Dean?" Cas' deep voice broke the tentative silence. "Are you okay?". The question hung in the air for a second before Dean found it in himself to respond. He shook it off, stood up and announced "I'm fine Cas, I'm just worried about the car". He darted off quickly outside. He'd simply used it as an excuse but he went to sit in the Impala anyway. "Hey Baby" he whispered stroking the steering wheel and breathing in her scent. He felt immediately calmer.

"You have an unhealthy connection with this vehicle" Dean nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Jesus, Cas, how many times have I told you not to do that" He turned to Cas who was now sat straight up in the passenger seat.

"If your bad mood is because of our conversation, I apologise" Castiel took another breath, refusing to look at Dean and choosing instead to stare stubbornly out of the non-existent window screen. "I had no right to say what I did, I know you were only trying to protect Sam"

"Yeah, well you let me know how great a job I'm doing at that" Dean snapped with some added sarcasm

"I simply meant that, perhaps it would have been more convenient if Sam was kept in his previous condition" Cas tried to relieve Dean's tension

"This wall you had built might hold everything back extremely well" He added. Dean shook his head, Cas had always and would obviously always be bad at lying

"Thanks for the lie" Dean half laughed "I know it wasn't a good idea Cas, but I just wanted my brother back, that can't be that bad right?"

Cas smiled awkwardly.

"Alright enough serious talk" Dean cleared his throat "get outta of here I need to fix up my baby"

"You're a great brother Dean" Cas told him before zapping away. Dean looked back at the space where the angel had sat. Well if there was one thing he got out of that conversation it was that the image of Castiel in his mind was no longer connected with a violent outburst of anger. He smiled to himself and went to grab his tools.

Dean worked on his girl until his stomach began rumbling violently. With a frown he packed his things back into the box, gently patted the Impala and went to join his brother and Cas for Dinner. With the amounts of alcohol he had drunk waiting for the takeaway, Dean had begun to forget his worries over Sammy. They spent the rest of the night laughing at their attempts to make Cas eat Chinese. He eventually picked up a forkful of noodles and eyeing them carefully placed them quickly in his mouth. Wrinkling his nose he chewed and swallowed them.

"Disgusting" He commented much to the two brothers' amusement.