Thank you everyone for alerting, favoriting and reviewing this fic. gambits princess and I are having a lot of fun coming up with ideas for this story and writing it, but it's always good to know other people enjoy it as well. Here is chapter 2 :)


When Sam returned to the motel room Dean had already showered and changed.

"What took you so long? I'm starving here," he greeted his younger brother who plunked the bags of food down on the table and glared at him.

"You're welcome," Sam replied icily, while he took the food out of the bag and sat down heavily to finally eat. He was tired and his ungrateful jerk of a brother wasn't exactly helping with that condition. At least he was looking forward to dessert, hoping to have a little bit of fun then.

They ate in silence until the burgers, fries and salad were gone. Dean reached into the bag for the cake and then looked at it with a puzzled expression before turning to Sam.

"What the hell is this? Where is my freakin' pie?" he asked exasperated as he stared down at the few slices of soft yellow cake in something almost resembling disgust. When you expected a nice apple pie this stuff just didn't measure up.

"You don't have to eat it if you don't want to," Sam told him. "It's angel food cake, by the way. I thought it was more...adequate than pie given the circumstances."

Sam smirked then, thoroughly enjoying the confusion on Dean's face. As he had thought, his brother was absolutely clueless.

"Whatever. I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but dessert is dessert and I don't think there is enough here for two," Dean said at last after having gotten over the initial shock of there not being any pie tonight and he dug in.

Sam simply sighed and got up to finally take a well deserved shower. As much fun as this had been it would take a lot more to make Dean even think about his feelings for an actual angel.

The next day another opportunity to tease Dean or maybe even make him have a realization about Cas presented itself to him. They had spent the day looking for signs of demon activity and following different leads, trying to find another demon to capture.

"If you hadn't killed the last damn demon we wouldn't have to do this now," Dean said wearily as he went to the small fridge to grab a beer. It had been a long frustrating day and the brothers were both exhausted.

"If you had helped me instead of losing yourself in Cas' eyes I wouldn't have had to," Sam shot back and then turned on the TV to drown out a possible response from Dean. He zapped through the channels until he came across an episode of a vaguely familiar show which apparently only just started.

When Dean sat down next to Sam the opening credits began and the title of the show appeared on the screen. It was 'Touched by an angel' and Sam started laughing as he read it. Dean looked at him irritated by this sudden outburst.

"What's so funny?" he finally asked when his brother wouldn't stop laughing.

Sam took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself before he answered. "It's called 'Touched by an angel'," he explained and lightly slapped Dean on the arm, right where he knew the mark, which Cas had left, to be.

Dean still didn't really get it. "What's with all the angel references lately? It's not like it's a new development."

Sam buried his face in his palm at this and wondered how much more obvious he needed to get. But for the moment he leaned back, watched the show and every so often glanced at his older brother who apparently was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Well, at least he was thinking, Sam thought. That was something.

Dean honestly didn't understand what point Sam was trying to get across. First the cake, now the show. Okay, the show he got because he had been indeed 'touched by an angel'. Hard to deny that with that damn handprint as a constant reminder. But the rest he couldn't figure out. It was weird, even for Sammy.

While he thought this Dean's left hand had involuntarily moved up his right arm to cover the aforementioned handprint there. He only noticed this when he caught his brother's grin out of the corner of his eye and quickly dropped his hand again and wrapped it around his half empty beer bottle instead.

What the hell was going on? He had noticed this happening before once or twice, when he thought about the angel but had always chosen to ignore it. But now that Sam had noticed the gesture as well it'd be harder to ignore. Although that didn't mean he couldn't still try. He helped himself to another beer when the first one was empty while Sam turned off the TV and went to bed.

During the following days their fruitless attempts to find and capture a demon continued. Sam kept telling Dean that they should call Cas and ask him to help them but Dean insisted on trying alone first. And every fucking time Sam mentioned the angel's name he had to fight the urge to touch the mark on his arm again. That was definitely a new reaction and he didn't know what to make of it. But he knew that the longer he didn't see Cas the more he seemed to be thinking about him.

"Well, if you want to talk to him so badly then why don't you make the call?" Dean snapped at his brother after Sam had once again suggested they call Cas for help, for what felt like the hundredth's time.

"I've tried. He won't answer," Sam admitted meekly and gave his brother his best puppy dog eyes which Dean could never resist.

"Oh, alright," Dean sighed. "Castiel, could you please get your sweet feathery ass down here? We…," Dean didn't even get to finish when there suddenly was a flutter of wings in the room and Cas appeared in front of him, demonstrating once again that the concept of personal space was completely lost on him.

"…could use your angelic help," he said lamely as he slowly, almost reluctantly, took a step back.

"Hello, Dean. Sam," Cas greeted after a moment of silence. He didn't move but kept looking at Dean who had retreated further than he usually would when the angel intruded on his personal space. Sam looked back and forth between the two of them but didn't say anything. Not that Cas or Dean would have paid much attention to him anyway. They were too busy once again staring at each other.

"Uhm, well...," Dean finally managed to say to break the tension in the room. And also he had a feeling that Sam was about to suggest that he and Cas should get a room and although he almost thought that this held a certain appeal (and where the hell had that thought just come from?), he really didn't need to hear it out loud at the moment.

"Well...uhm..., like I said, we could use your help..."

"...finding one of Crowley's demons." a female voice finished for him.

Dean and the other two turned to see who had spoken and saw Meg standing by the door, flanked by two lowly demons.

"Mmh, hello hot stuff," she added when she saw Cas. Dean took a step towards her and noticed Sam doing the same.

"Give us one good reason why we shouldn't just kill you on the spot," he ground out. He really hated this bitch and their last encounter hadn't changed that. If anything he hated her more. And the way she was leering at Cas now didn't make things any better.

"Think you can?" she asked unimpressed. The Winchesters just glared at her.

"Oh, alright. We have a common goal I suppose. We both want to question one of Crowley's demons," she finally explained slowly walking through the motel room picking up Sam's books and notes only to put them back down completely out of order.

"With Crowley gone one would have expected all hell to break loose. But nothing has happened so clearly someone is still calling the shots. I want to know who it is."

"Why? Crowley is gone," Dean asked while Sam rescued the rest of his research from her hands.

"Curiosity?" she suggested. "Doesn't matter anyway, I can't find them. But if we were to combine our knowledge we might have a chance," she continued, now robbed of papers to play with, circling Dean and lightly trailing her hand across his stomach.

Dean didn't answer and simply slapped her hand away which only made her laugh, though she did step away from him a bit. Dean noticed that Cas had been following her movements very closely and felt a pang of something he couldn't really place at his watching Meg.

It got even worse when the demon deliberately walked towards Cas and circled him just as she had done with Dean. Only Cas didn't resist her touch.

"Think about it. I'll be back," she said once she had run her hand all the way around to Cas' back. She grinned directly at Dean and then she and her flunkies vanished as if it had all been a bad dream.

"We are not working with her again," Dean said after a moment. Neither Sam nor Cas said anything and even if they disagreed they wisely decided to save that argument for another time.

"Dammit, the bitch stole some of the copies I made," Sam suddenly cursed. "I'm gonna go back to the library and make new ones. I hadn't read them yet."

He casually caught the car keys that Dean threw at him and then quickly left the room. This left Dean and Cas alone and Dean all but glared at the angel, had been in fact doing that pretty much since Meg had left. Cas didn't know why Dean was so upset but he was willing to wait for the hunter to start explaining what was wrong.

Though when Dean asked, "Why did you kiss her?" he didn't immediately know how to answer because this questions was not what he had expected at all.