That night Sam woke up to Dean's sound effects from one of his 'happy dreams'.
The boys already had a rule that they were allowed to wake each other up when that happened as it is hugely awkward for everyone involved.
As Sam was walking over to Dean's bed he heard 'Cas' mixed in with the other noises.
Sam pushed Dean straight out of the bed.
"What?" Asked Dean from where he now was laying on the floor.
"Keep your dreams to yourself," Said Sam.
"Sorry," Dean said getting back into his bed.
There was a pause after Sam went back to his own bed before he casually threw in, "And you mentioned a name this time."
"I did?" Dean asked worriedly. "Who's?"
"Oh you know who's," Said Sam. "Interesting your dreaming about a certain pretty-boy angel."
"Don't tell him," Said Dean. "It was just a weird dream. Besides even if you told him he wouldn't understand what you meant."
"I didn't say anything about telling him," Said Sam. "You sure are on edge. Are you positive it was just a 'weird dream' and not a regular dream occurrence?"
"Can we stop talking about my dream sex?" Asked Dean uncomfortably.
"Dream sex? With Cas?" Sam asked.
"Just shut up," Dean said throwing a pillow.
"Fine," Sam agreed and the pair went back to sleep.
The next morning the first thing that Dean saw when he opened his eyes was Cas.
"You're one creepy ass angel," Dean said sitting up. "How long have you been there?"
"Not long," Cas responded. "I was about to wake you up."
Something told Dean the other man was lying, but he decided to drop it.
He turned to see the other bed was empty and asked, "Where's Sam?"
"Right here," Sam said from the table. "You must still be drunk."
"Possibly," Dean agreed when he realized that he didn't feel like he had slammed his head through a block of cement. "So why is Cas here?"
"Thanks Dean," Cas said sarcastically.
"Well?" Dean prodded.
"I'm hiding," Cas admitted. "From Raphael."
"Because the angels would never think to check if you're with the Winchesters," Dean said sarcastically.
"It doesn't matter because of the carvings on your ribs," Cas pointed out.
"So you weren't about to wake me up?" Dean asked. "You were just watching me sleep?"
"Sleep fascinates me," Cas admitted. "I can't sleep."
"It's really not that fun," Dean said.
"You seemed like you were having a pretty good time in your dream last night," Sam said suggestively.
"Shut up Sam," Dean said throwing an empty can, which was on the bed-side table, towards his brother.
Sam easily dodged it and replied, "What's the matter? Don't want to share your dreams with the group? Just because you had a weird dream doesn't mean you should keep throwing things at me."
Dean gave his brother the finger.
What dream? Cas wondered. And why is he hiding it from me?
That afternoon Dean was napping on the bed, so Sam convinced Cas to go with him to get something to eat so they could talk.
"You need to ask Dean out," Sam said.
"Excuse me?" Cas asked shocked.
"He likes you," Sam said. "He'd kill me if he knew I told you, but it's true."
"And you're telling me because . . ?" Cas questioned.
"I don't feel like watching you two dance around the topic forever," Sam said.
"Dance around the topic? That means avoid it right?" Cas asked.
"Wow, you're actually right," Sam said shocked.
"Are you lying?" Cas asked.
"Why would I set it up so that we could have a huge awkward situation between you two?" Sam asked.
"Because you aren't my favourite," Cas responded simply.
"Well that's not why I'm doing it," Sam said. "So are you going to talk to him?"
"Fine, but if this goes badly I'm smiting you," Cas informed him.
"Then Dean better not wimp out," Sam said. "I think you should go back without me and tell him. I'll stay here with the car so he can't leave."
"Why would he leave?" Cas asked.
"Dean isn't good at handling emotional situations," Sam explained. "But seriously go now because I'm not going to sit around here all day while you get up the nerve."
"Fine, I'd rather tell him than sit here with you and have this conversation anyways," Cas said before disappearing.
"You couldn't have zapped away from somewhere less public?" Sam asked as people around him murmured about how the man in the trench coat seemed to have dissolved into thin air.
A/N: Please read and review! If you review Dean might get to have more 'happy dreams'. I hope you guys liked this chapter and thanks for reading.
An extra-special big super ginormous thank you goes to Paulathe Cat and Gothicragdoll for reviewing last chapter. You two are epically awesome :D
